<?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-6622757510297994179</id><updated>2012-01-07T02:44:49.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliphunk</title><subtitle type='html'>My Life is like in Comic Book. 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Long time no see huh? Hahaha. This blog is becoming such a rusty halo. This is all because of twitter. LOL! When I tweet is like im doing a miniblogging except for limited words -___-” . Damn it! This morning, I have decided to polish this sacred halo ;-) since I can’t sleep at night. So today I’m gonna put on writing about BACHELOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;From my opinion, guys who achieved a status as a bachelor ONLY when they have a job as in getting paid or have a credential and recognition as a “completed” student. I bet you wondering whether are you bachelor enough? Hahaha. Here are some facts &lt;span style="cursor:default" name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="cursor:default" name="hotword" id="hotword"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to write any regulation that only bachelor who deserves to get married but look at the actuality of life instead of defending your throne; Women nowadays put a lot of standards for guys (must have car, own house, money, etc), I don’t blame them cos that’s a challenge for us. They are in veracious postion to demand! Guys need to reach that barrier which they can afford to burden women’s need. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The most crucial need is money, without money, women might find you a bit turn off! Trust me if you wanna include some love story into this topic. I better shake you off abit *shakeshake* ok more shaking *shakeshakeshakeshaketillyourbraingetsconcussion*. LOVE IS BLIND so don’t get blinded, at least get &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;farsightedness&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahaha. Let’s play gentleman game, who will pay for the bill for a single date? Never ever let women pay the bill cos they might think whether you shove your balls this morning or not. HAHAHA. Its not like I’m saying that women gets more turn on to the face of governer of National Bank (our Malaysian’s mona lisa on ringgit malaysia ;-D) than you but I just think if we still keep that gentlemen’s game,wouldn’t women be the happiest people in the world. In conjuction to that statement; women please, please and please don’t dig your men’s wallet cos you don’t want to turn him to be the saddest person in the world either. Hahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next is education. This is very subjective and lenient. I don’t want to exeggerate much on that but I think people will look high on if you own that, however, it doesn’t matter as long as you know how to survive on your own besides wasting your parent’s money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Third, hmmmmmmmmm. *sighingggggg* I forgot what is the next point. Maybe I’m too sleepy so I better sign off now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before that, it’s not to late to wish you guys “happy fasting!”. HEHEHE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh ya! Usually I don’t have time to blog cos I’m out of idea. So how about if you suggest me some topic so I can go forward on that. At least I will keep this as my homework ;-) and before I leave and be back here maybe for century.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is my twitter &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#%21/aliph_j"&gt;https://twitter.com/#!/aliph_j&lt;/a&gt; so anything you can just ask me. I will reply you in any minutes, just state that you are one of my reader (pergh! Mcm aku la paling la paling artis kat sini. Hahahaha) btw DO REMIND ME TO UPDATE THIS BLOG. I’M BEGGING &lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Signing offfffffffffffffffffffff&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-6036516046037404630?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/6036516046037404630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2011/08/r-u-bachelor-enough.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/6036516046037404630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/6036516046037404630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2011/08/r-u-bachelor-enough.html' title='R U Bachelor Enough?'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7lRn13gAvk/TkXAII8qSqI/AAAAAAAABDI/8xRvnv-71G0/s72-c/IMG-20110419-00787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-2415097803848113576</id><published>2011-03-24T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T13:31:13.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the age of 20, I'm so amusing by a people who still wanna live as a shadow behind my ass. Seriously my butt is not gonna give u money or food so please find someone's ass. I wanna keep mine as clean as my middle finger. I know this entry is a bit wrath but I hate people who steal my picture and make another account of facebook and twitter. This is not fun guys! It's about my reputation and pride. Another one more thing, even though i leave this blog for a long time. Don't you think that I already stop reading blogs. Cos i found some people who copied few of my entries. FUCK YOU!!!!  I'm watching you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dedicated to rejected fan aka HATERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;and not to my beautiful lovely reader who i love most after my family ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-2415097803848113576?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2415097803848113576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-warning.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2415097803848113576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2415097803848113576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-warning.html' title='a little warning'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1884096163693983146</id><published>2010-12-31T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:16:16.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathing the Birth of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/TR4dIiCYn1I/AAAAAAAABC4/3ZWMrPzTw6k/s1600/new-year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/TR4dIiCYn1I/AAAAAAAABC4/3ZWMrPzTw6k/s400/new-year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556911022634737490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2011 undertook the 2010. Everyone is plunged into a fashionable new beginning. I have celebrated my New Year Eve in a “Loser” way such as cage in my house with my family but I have to agree that it was such a gift. I’ve tasted the scent, the sound, the tactile sensation of what is a cerebral, silent, disembodied task of 2011. The freshness is soaking the whole atmosphere. I feel like the world is a safe heaven; safety in feeling less alone amongst the crowds. I have found solace in real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What am I going to pull it off is, did you notice your surrounding when you celebrating the birth of 2011. It’s not the same, different friends, dissimilar place, a far cry from situation, altered feeling. I bet you are nodding your head. Well, that’s a mark that 2011 is not gonna be the same like 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be tougher or easy in future. All we need to do is filling up the bullet in your guns and trigger it when we feel unsafe. I called it “Pain Shooting”. We are prepared for the world on a deeper level than someone who doesn’t. That is what I am doing when it comes to a new chapter. I have stopped to be lucky but instead to be blessing by Allah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolution is preserving my relationship with loves one and friends. Every progress of frustration, they will be my family and friends as a sudden joyous facility. Over my masochistic reason, it is important that we work to give every person the opportunity to enjoy life as shelters, sustenance, and roads forward. Each of us completes every person in world. Don’t be bacteria communities who just like to invade other’s life. Provide them privacy. That is the grandeur of a civilization ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooookay. I read this for once and I laughed cos damn… I wrote like I’m smoking pot. LOL. I’m signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-1884096163693983146?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1884096163693983146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/12/bathing-birth-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1884096163693983146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1884096163693983146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/12/bathing-birth-of-2011.html' title='Bathing the Birth of 2011'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/TR4dIiCYn1I/AAAAAAAABC4/3ZWMrPzTw6k/s72-c/new-year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1494833712470466813</id><published>2010-12-28T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T14:02:50.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream is reserveless… literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/TRpbVCMEc6I/AAAAAAAABCo/swgDY8QSLIY/s1600/insomnia_cartoon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 361px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/TRpbVCMEc6I/AAAAAAAABCo/swgDY8QSLIY/s400/insomnia_cartoon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555853507237802914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey folks, it’s been one hell of century that I didn’t sign for a new entry after my last period of animate existence. Currently, I’m trying my best to keep the ups and downs at certain range. Gladly, I’m having a bed of roses on my semester break after the pain of tough questions of exam. Hoping for 4 flat of course! While hiding my finger cross inside my pocket. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This morning, I just can’t pull off my eyelids. Well yeah, I am aware of my insomnia. But this kind of vigilance is kinda fatal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/59.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (not literally). I’ve had enough of sleeping pills in 2009 since I put so much believe in man’s power to control his own body clock but unfortunately my body clock seems dysfunctional. Daymmm you! Most of my sleep is keep to reserveless. I have tried chamomiletasteless tea, annoyinglyloud alarm clock, softass pillows and &lt;s&gt;masturbating&lt;/s&gt; but any kind of these methods are appeared to be working. I’ve had enough so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I buzzed my mom about it, asking for consultation and suggestion. I mean whether I need to seek for any medicament or even therapist perhaps (LOL). Instead, she knocked me with a plain icing of answer which is reading books. What!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/62.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  Seriously?!! I’m maybe going to be a pharmacist in future. Selling pots and contraceptives pill. Eh eh I mean drugs. If people, refuse to take medicament and want to read books. What I’m supposed to do in next 6 years? I guess I have to open a bookstore rather than pharmacy. Lol. The one and only suggestion was exclusively thumbs down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have no idea when this insomnia’s saga will comes to an end. Pray hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/63.gif" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/63.gif" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/63.gif" /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/63.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-1494833712470466813?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1494833712470466813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-dream-is-reserveless-literally.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1494833712470466813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1494833712470466813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-dream-is-reserveless-literally.html' title='My dream is reserveless… literally'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/TRpbVCMEc6I/AAAAAAAABCo/swgDY8QSLIY/s72-c/insomnia_cartoon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-4769286898411926152</id><published>2010-10-22T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:32:57.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you know how painful being single after broke up? I guess u don’t. I have been to all over circumstances. The pain is bloody. It’s like leaving a bullet in your heart, disaster emotion, tearing eyes and the most hatred is mental suffering. Memories dig up such a whole space of your brain. You maybe healed after moving on but less people made it to a next round. You need to bury all the sacred and precious mind's eye. But that is not applied to me. I’m more to people who embrace the beauty of it. If I broke up with you, do you know what am I just going to do? I will still celebrate our anniversary. That’s okay for me to eat your favorite cake on an anniversary. I’d rather have it alone, all by myself or with my best friend. Life is too short to hate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in relationship compare to marry people is so much tougher. Its breakable cos no string attached. Thus, it won’t stay last. Yes! Some of you against me on this but don’t just disagree, my dear. Show it to your love one. Another big hit for me is don’t friend with your ex’s if you think it’s wrong. That is subjective but you know your heart. Why you wanna be friend with your ex’s if you still love them. Shhhh shhhh. Don’t be desperate. You can satisfy enough with your friends now who always supporting and your family who always against you. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tongue is flexible. No bone and reckless characteristic. It’s so easy to articulate the ‘broken string’ words but you need to remind yourself cos break up is a sensitive issue to most couple. A law that is put on silent and no one speaks up. It’s not a curse but a spell. Just the same way u starts a relationship with a vow. The spell is unforgiving. Don’t say it then you regret, you will take it back. The spell is not a child’s play. What you lose is still your lost. It’s okay to smile with watery eyes. It’s a symbolism of pride. Be proud of yourself for months and years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m signing off now. I’m gonna finish up my assignment. I wrote this cause I was put on pressure and a little bit pissed off to some one or two couples. Mine is still on stand. So nothing to do with this ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-4769286898411926152?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4769286898411926152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/10/mental-suffering.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4769286898411926152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4769286898411926152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/10/mental-suffering.html' title='Mental Suffering'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1558997370747979258</id><published>2010-06-30T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T07:57:54.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashioning of Affection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love? Fancy word huh? In present, people busy chasing soulmate from here and there but good luck for those who caught up with fashioning of affection. Fashioning of retain and lengthen the strong invisible attachment. Ain’t that easy and ain’t that hard too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember those way back history, Adam and Eve. Learn the lesson. Imagine you and your girlfriend in the Garden of Eden, let’s say if both of you tripping with cross sword. Bitching lines over screw up the element of relationship (I don’t think I should have explain about universal things). Well the solution is one! Forgiveness! Mine and I too practice this principal. Forgive, Forget (in some cases maybe not) and lastly Amend it. You know like renewing your vow. Simply said “I won’t do blablabla again. Cross my heart with your love”. Case one settle ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am no expert in business of “nude winged baby armed with a bow and a quiver of arrows”, but I guess I may good in flavoring my relationship. Did you know the littlest thing is what counted? Girls love their men who remember the sweet aromatic moment when around them so guys why not bring a bit of your charm than bringing bad romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well guys, here is my suggestion, every time you went out with your girlfriend, take note of detail on hers and try doing something outrageous and before sleep, you write a little reminder on the date. Thus when the loving birds hit the anniversary, talk about previous moment. That’s the way to melt your girlfriend on anniversary. The only way to make girls happy is by making falling in love with you every single day. So guys gimme five! Case two settle ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next, Hello Girlfriends… Have you ever think of Boyfriend’s burden over you. Face it! There is one or ten. LOL.  Your boyfriend is not a Billionaire and remember single ladies (unless you’re married) they haven’t put a halo round your ring finger yet so how about in one day in a week, you treat the guy like a prince. Let him have the time to stable finance crisis to oblige you and their grooming. One suggestion is treat him with his favorite burger (anything from nasi kerabu to western) or even you can cook for them if u hasn’t kill people with your food. LOL. (WARNING: last lines is not advisable. Hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Done. I’m signing off now. Gonna smoke some more. Oh ya. This entry is written genuinely by Aliph and not Carrie Bradshaw. She doesn’t exist in real life. Eat that! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-1558997370747979258?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1558997370747979258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/06/fashioning-of-affection.html#comment-form' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1558997370747979258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1558997370747979258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/06/fashioning-of-affection.html' title='Fashioning of Affection'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-2648681320664259604</id><published>2010-06-02T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T03:45:33.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>180 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, my daydream spilled from my gold head. Today, it breaks free from the shadow neck and comes to the facts of existence. The ocean of my mind still keep its purity although I was fucked up yesterday but what came out from your mouth just left a nod over my sleeping waves (the state of our relationship which is secure and safe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I’m not giving up on you but the bottom line is I’m no longer feeling like in a carnival. With horror I recalled, your taste of comfort getting bitter and your blessing is in disguise. The reason why I’m not falling out of love because I’m always reminisce our 180 days. There is more to look forward b. I’m hurting but I don’t want you to be here wrapping my heartbreak for the reason that I’m good in silent treatment. I hope you don’t have any alibi when you slip your tongue cos it poisons me enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can’t have good sleep cos it’s like I lost faith of our love. Your love is like a blanket which warms my heart. I’m being versed that you are pleading my case and I don’t want to cry many lies saying “I’m okay” too. I hope you drunk with regret b. I can’t bare looking you raining on my parade which I build for us. Remember when you say “I love you”, it is a promise. I don’t want it to carry empty promises. I love you saying. A lot and I mean every eight alphabet I spelled it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;p/s: This is normal in every relationship. Love is like a disease. Arghhh, I know its not helping my condition by sharing mine so I would rather talk about people’s view.  Did you notice single people always sighing about being solo? Well it is just the same principal when people in a relationship complaining about their lover. Most people don’t know that love is about sharing and may also about give and take equally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-2648681320664259604?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2648681320664259604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/06/180-days.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2648681320664259604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2648681320664259604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/06/180-days.html' title='180 days'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-3110249023335063143</id><published>2010-05-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T12:26:55.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t Throw a Tantrum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S_a2GM1Gx5I/AAAAAAAABCA/M5SW19ivFTU/s1600/27222_1370723667195_1204840956_1095335_5977521_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S_a2GM1Gx5I/AAAAAAAABCA/M5SW19ivFTU/s400/27222_1370723667195_1204840956_1095335_5977521_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473762614754854802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;“Don’t throw a tantrum”. It’s a noted myth that venting anger is always the prime strategy. I used to live in that circle but now I’ve been cognizant of the fact that venting can cause more problem than it solves. Deriving from my experience, it can impair good relationship. We were acknowledged of self-importance, when we were bent out of shape, we tend to explode. Conquering all the curse and harsh word without realize that it might hurt people’s feeling. Last night, my relationship was slightly falling apart. It’s because of my Jay-Z mouth. LOL. Lesson learned. I’m sorry b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I admit I am poorly managed my anger and I already damage some of the parts. It is just beyond of my control. When I got utterly pissed off, my emotion is mixing up and it boils my pregnant mind of wrathful. After I spelled out the sickening fool, I would get upset over past action. I took a heave of breath and cool down. It’s my mistake. I should have known myself; silent when I get mad cos I understand that mad is just a wrong button to push in an acute angry stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I have to accept the injustice is a part of life; recognizes that some things in life just aren’t fair and accept that cos it’s a cycle of energy. I guess last night was a good training cos no one ever aware me of my anger accept my lover (errr. There might be one or two people told me bout my behavioral but well it’s not effective. Live that!). Hence, I’m gonna tame my temper by communication. As simple as that! Just slow down and think before about what I want to say. Explain that I feel angry about something rather than acting aggressively. Listen carefully to the other person before I respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Plus I don’t think anger is working for my face. I’m like a cupid with angel’s wing, naked and proudly showing my big ding dong. Okay enough. The content is getting explicit now. LOL. I guess I’m signing off now. Have a good day people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-3110249023335063143?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3110249023335063143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-throw-tantrum.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3110249023335063143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3110249023335063143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-throw-tantrum.html' title='Don’t Throw a Tantrum'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S_a2GM1Gx5I/AAAAAAAABCA/M5SW19ivFTU/s72-c/27222_1370723667195_1204840956_1095335_5977521_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1960370607342140054</id><published>2010-05-20T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:17:08.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes cumming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S_bqA6IcdWI/AAAAAAAABCI/0Ok_rfw1NQM/s1600/25082009151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S_bqA6IcdWI/AAAAAAAABCI/0Ok_rfw1NQM/s400/25082009151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473819698440992098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S_VQ19W0CMI/AAAAAAAABB0/4lBsbvZIFyc/s1600/25082009151.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After 4 months leaving the world of composing emotion, feeling and opinion, and now I’m back to graph a new plot ;-). Sorry people! I realized that my blog seems dysfunctional for quite some time. I was occupied for months; I just can’t find any space between tickling time to update for simple restoring news. I’m on my holiday boat for 2 weeks. Pheuw… what a spoonful of relieve but after knowing myself as Nightcrawler is not that comforting. Sigh… I’m still having sleeping disorder and hard to posses beauty sleep. OH YES! My eye bag getting big and fat. Watafak! I have nothing to do when I live in the night, Hurm… boredom is really a crime in life -___-”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Last morning, I read all my post in blog from January 2009. It was an eye opener for me. Demmit! My eye was cumming. Lol. Apparently, I turned to a new person. There was a time I started to smoke, had my earpiece, about forgotten friends and relationship. The most of the things that I’m not proud of, all of it was history. So I leave it silent cos at the moment I’d rather foresee the future on what I’m doing now. I score a lot of A’s in my last exams, I’m good being flexible to time and the important is I know my boundary at certain call of age. I’m proud of it! The fight, laugh, fate and opportunity of all over circumstances fed me experience. I know people talks, judge and lungs out the perspective but I can’t control those variables. It was out of my league.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay people. Basically I’m warming up my blog before I post others but I will keep it update from time to time. Tc. Aliph signing off ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-1960370607342140054?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1960370607342140054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-eyes-cumming.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1960370607342140054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1960370607342140054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-eyes-cumming.html' title='My eyes cumming!'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S_bqA6IcdWI/AAAAAAAABCI/0Ok_rfw1NQM/s72-c/25082009151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-6296963446804096559</id><published>2010-02-04T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:06:17.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Caffeine Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S2uydAzMs7I/AAAAAAAABBs/9hFZZMz5fRo/s1600-h/SNC01209%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S2uydAzMs7I/AAAAAAAABBs/9hFZZMz5fRo/s400/SNC01209%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434633586853327794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is one carpenter who carved massive smile on people’s face. Not tired of creating giggles and laughs on me but after Feb 9th , the sweetness turns bitter. I bawled my eyes out and severely traumatized when he merrily shouted; “I’m going to Aussie!”. I faked my happy tone-voice and proudly congratulated him. Another brightest intelligent friend of mine ;-).  I shared his pride too but I was sarcastic myself at the same time though. But he should realize that some things are best unspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Time poisoned than healed, it began to ghost me. The greyness emotion and a sudden break. The feeling slowly moving through my system and breaking some of my defenses with time. He invaded my security. I sniffled woefully. I was no longer calling him on phone when I was breakdown cos I wanted to practice being non-dependent on him, I always skipped his name when I browsed my phone book. I ain’t want to burden him with my troublesome. The future fact stated; “who’s shoulder I’m going to cry on when he leave soon?”. I was tongue-tied n spaced my speech with Errrrrr. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is almost perfect person as a friend who would thinking beyond the bounds about people rather than himself. I can see the way he protect his friend and become a shelter to people’s rain. I respect him for that. We used to argue n go through break-the-friendship state. I was fool and keep my ego like a gold. He gave everything &amp;amp; honestly but it's every fault of mine to beg you for forgiveness just seems wrong. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;See, leaving you is one thing. Its like a big lumps or more like a hole in days. I mean if I go to OU, who going to accompany me for a haircut, movie, or hear bout me talking bad about people. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd is getting thin but it's okay. I will get use to it. If I live in West,  my wish on Christmas would be in access-denied-box. Prolly regained faith in the fat guy with red questionable clothing choices is stupid. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This month, he heightens the suggestion of sadness but you know we got various methods of cross-border communication so please I’m begging you for not being traditional. ROFL. I promise you that I’ll be smiling in the morning on next Tuesday. I already miss you my caffeine friend, webcaming and talking on the phone in late night. I believe all of your friends will miss you too. Our thoughts and prayers are with you, Ahmad Aiman bin Ariffin :’).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-6296963446804096559?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/6296963446804096559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-caffeine-friend.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/6296963446804096559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/6296963446804096559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-caffeine-friend.html' title='My Caffeine Friend'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S2uydAzMs7I/AAAAAAAABBs/9hFZZMz5fRo/s72-c/SNC01209%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-7294852401132531482</id><published>2010-02-01T05:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T05:18:53.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the deserts need the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S2bUTBkG9RI/AAAAAAAABBc/hFQXGyH4D8I/s1600-h/IMG_1064f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S2bUTBkG9RI/AAAAAAAABBc/hFQXGyH4D8I/s400/IMG_1064f.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433263423771571474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My hand was slippery, I lost my grip to what I belief. I believe that bird always come back to it’s nest but uninvited question keep writing on the wall of silent. “When the bird will come back to it’s nest?” You answered another 2 months to go. I counts the day. Every morning, I asked “How many days left?”. See I don’t know if I could wait for much time. I’m so excited bout day lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I told a lot of white lies to hide it all but they’re beginning to break me down, though I promise it’s over now. The story of Pinocchio may not be entirely mythical since I was one. I can’t pretend to be a Pinocchio anymore, I’m 18. I’d suppose to be human by this time than remain being wood-made. I don’t blame you at all ‘cause after all the things you did for me is just an art; LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I know loving you is like a war. My only soldier (heart) is trying to preserve our’s . Now, we’re a caught in a circle, a constant battle. I know I’d you wrong, I was making it up to you. I apologized in a million ways. The day you hurt me, the day I hurt you and the clouds took its part to cast a shadow on us and I hope that you’re happy we’re even now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I’ve got beaten by love till I’m no longer hooking or seeking others. I’m not defending myself but what I’ve done before cos insecurity and for single last reason is want to have companion when I was lonely while you were busy on your work or on the other hand busy ignoring every man make advances toward you. Presently, my infection of the disease is gone. I'm stick wit u. But here, I’m suffering. I’m longing for companionship. I am batching it. I’m crying. I don’t want you  to see me crying till my tears run dry like the desert need the rain cos I want my tears to fall down on you so you know how pain it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-7294852401132531482?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7294852401132531482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/02/like-deserts-need-rain.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/7294852401132531482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/7294852401132531482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/02/like-deserts-need-rain.html' title='Like the deserts need the rain'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S2bUTBkG9RI/AAAAAAAABBc/hFQXGyH4D8I/s72-c/IMG_1064f.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-2803029098941045438</id><published>2010-01-25T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:28:21.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preserve Some Measure of Dignity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S124QccHfMI/AAAAAAAABBU/ghOg9BzX9Kw/s1600-h/18012010019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S124QccHfMI/AAAAAAAABBU/ghOg9BzX9Kw/s400/18012010019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430699318330227906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey readers, the one who reads mine habitually. Tonight, I’m willing to lose sleep in order to put language down on blog. Yeah, I almost forgot what is blog. Lol. I’d supposed to update by days but it seemed like I was busy. I was putting one whole month in one day. *take a long breath*. First of all, I want to address a warmly apologize to people who I might not intended to hurt especially love one. That’s life. Life ain’t bitch but a maze created to every soil-made human. We don’t always behave generously and we have regret. I do have regret back days. I know SORRY have the earmarks of easiest word but I truly flow it with humility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;This January would prolly be a pit start for me to make a wider route to correct myself n spicing my life with loyalty. I do believe Lord have mercy. For all one knows I may doubt to not administer trust in “me” but one thing for sure if you heap upon your confident in me. I would not jeopardize your commitment. My vow people! Once, I was minor party-goer and share one goal; to consume obscene amounts drinks n now 8 months I leave those damnation. All I could mumbling is I’m proud. Cheers…. As in showing thumbs up ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My strategy to turn down my social fun is achieved. I want to hide half of me from public. Hiding things is a daring game cos some shitter tends to dig. I have reputation to keep sustained yaw. With age, not only do I lose my secret hiding places, but becomes tougher to conceal my flaws, my opinions, my past, my emotions, my mistakes and of course, my treasures. What follow isn’t designed to help me hide from law or pull off anything illegal. Rather, its purpose is to help me preserve some measure of dignity in a world that wasn't to know and expose all. I’m tired listening to rumors bout me doing that thing n that thing. Pergh! It was an earshot! I just ask for silent treatment. To friends, thanks for the advices u gave me as guardian. I followed most of your rational though n u corrected my mistakes. thanks friends; the attendant of angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sigh… enough with praising friends (kang diorang berangan plak). I step back from my busy live and ask myself key questions about my core values; “Am I doing well in classes?”, “Did I study last night?”. Yes, I grip this faith that I balance my both worlds. Above is my exclusive picture wearing WTF uniform n surely I looked WTF cos I even asked myself “WTF am I wearing this WTF?”. -_____-”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-2803029098941045438?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2803029098941045438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/01/preserve-some-measure-of-dignity.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2803029098941045438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2803029098941045438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2010/01/preserve-some-measure-of-dignity.html' title='Preserve Some Measure of Dignity'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/S124QccHfMI/AAAAAAAABBU/ghOg9BzX9Kw/s72-c/18012010019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-5967193032167239411</id><published>2009-12-21T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:28:23.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restoring Sugary Tenacious Memories (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sy9UB5rGXPI/AAAAAAAABAs/brj4RL4jf0M/s1600-h/12461_1145761132342_1476944722_30320061_7029859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sy9UB5rGXPI/AAAAAAAABAs/brj4RL4jf0M/s400/12461_1145761132342_1476944722_30320061_7029859_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417641268388191474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;There was a day I spent with Aiman and his friend. He forced me to karaoke even though I instantly refuse to do so. But that motherfucker was heavenly good. He really pushed my ass to the limit and BABI-ly stressed me to grab the microphone. Miracle happened! I sang malay songs. High Five! Lol. Actually I refused to karaoke because my voice wasn’t at its best to show off. HAHA. Bodo neyy. Then we break off for few hours; I went for a haircut while Aiman went to the gym. After that, I met Fathur. It was fun babysitting him n finding his brother and sister. (phew… penat aku jaga baby tua tue. LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SzMTSZ9U53I/AAAAAAAABA0/iRqlilfW3E0/s1600-h/n1476944722_30070921_365647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SzMTSZ9U53I/AAAAAAAABA0/iRqlilfW3E0/s400/n1476944722_30070921_365647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418695983583520626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I missed this big girl. While I was composing oneself for my final, I took an hour to laze with Yana. Just on the phone. I called her for updates. U know… girls always wind us such issues. But one thing for sure, she is so impressive.  Back then it was easy for me to turn her down with all the sarcasm epic words but now she won a monumental victory. She made what a comeback with BABI-ly counterattack. Habis aku kena buli malam tue. HAHAHA. That’s towering when u still friend with ur x’s. Healthy relationship (what people called it). I wish I could hang out with her soon if her bf allows me to borrow his PET. Lol. Gotcha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SzMgRZDOs_I/AAAAAAAABBM/mM2d41U5_Zo/s1600-h/op.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SzMgRZDOs_I/AAAAAAAABBM/mM2d41U5_Zo/s400/op.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418710259811136498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m waiting a righteous time to spend with this girl; Zaza. It’s been a year I ain’t got no chance to meet her cos our schedule always flawed. DAMN! I promised her that I will meet her soon baby ;-). One thing, I can remember bout her is the first time engaged her laugh. The same laugh like Cameron Diaz. I loike ;-). We still connected and glad to hear her laugh when I was pumping my adrenaline. I was merely exhausted and what a nice time that she called me cos I acted talking on the phone while I was actually rest my heart from a continuous exercise. LOL. Yer lah.. I don’t want people saw me pancit bila jogging. Cover girl sekejap. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SzMciC11Y-I/AAAAAAAABA8/KCECY_4skYg/s1600-h/13966_1256655586059_1519698036_30701001_1420039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SzMciC11Y-I/AAAAAAAABA8/KCECY_4skYg/s400/13966_1256655586059_1519698036_30701001_1420039_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418706147860636642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ed &amp;amp; Shaker. Asalkan lepak asing2 kot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SzMeJ-HN9nI/AAAAAAAABBE/jTNMojOlkXs/s1600-h/12949_1160056091928_1543561265_30444557_873307_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SzMeJ-HN9nI/AAAAAAAABBE/jTNMojOlkXs/s400/12949_1160056091928_1543561265_30444557_873307_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418707933297768050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ijoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For a final call to this title, I met Shaker, Ed &amp;amp; IJoy; 3 awe-inspiring people (don’t ask me why I use this word, I just want them to treat me $$$. Lol). Honestly, I’m glad that I don’t only choose one type of social circle. I refuse to have LARGE social circle but A LOT of it. People who live expanded time than us (OLD PEEP. hahaha) can teach us amount of moral and lessons. Parents may be a good source but they might not be understandable.  I try to live my life with fewer mistake counted. Even though big guy tends to be bulldozer but I have to be smart in making neutralization. One to One attack. LOL. Peace out. Btw thanks to most of my readers and new follower. Heart u (bapak sissy ayat aku). Love; Aliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-5967193032167239411?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5967193032167239411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/12/restoring-sugary-tenacious-memories_21.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5967193032167239411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5967193032167239411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/12/restoring-sugary-tenacious-memories_21.html' title='Restoring Sugary Tenacious Memories (Part 2)'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sy9UB5rGXPI/AAAAAAAABAs/brj4RL4jf0M/s72-c/12461_1145761132342_1476944722_30320061_7029859_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-4376717571395898851</id><published>2009-12-21T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T02:59:29.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restoring Sugary Tenacious Memories (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pictures hide billion of capacity for retaining. When I was colourless and bored at home; scratching my balls, I deep through all my pictures to remember the fun house I’ve had thus I won’t be in world-weariness . One photo is like a tablet of memory. No limited prescription. One minute I screened one by one. Yeah. It’s lively my mood somehow. Here are the pictures that I missed to update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sy9Q9QI4vaI/AAAAAAAABAk/_8vgiMRQacE/s1600-h/dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sy9Q9QI4vaI/AAAAAAAABAk/_8vgiMRQacE/s400/dc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417637889984478626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It was a meeting with my best friends after few months of separation. I arranged the date cos Zakiyy’s phone was stolen (usually he was the one who managed the meet up) and I don’t mind to take over his job since I’ve been longing to them. I met Jaja; my best girl friend, Zakiyy &amp;amp; Adam. Adam joined us at dawn cos he was at Damansara with his cousin. Three of us leisured at Starbucks; talking about own’s crisis and Adam came out with his HUGE joke experienced at his UiTM. Dangggg. It was funny. Especially bout the faggot’s statement. Bengong aku.. Then we played truth or dare. I always go with the dare but for shit, they wanted me to go with the true cos they really eager to ask me bout SEX. -____-”. Sengal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;After that, I went to Genting with Pdot, Amy &amp;amp; Dewi at 4 in the morning. No conditional business. Just to fill up our own free-hour. Fuck! I was cold. My dick turned ICE!!! I was the only one who brings a sweater but stupidly I gave my sweater to Dewi cos she attacked my weakness. Lol. I can’t resist sweet talker though. But that’s okay; I practiced my gentlemen point on the other hand. ROFL. I keep jinx and throw all the curse towards Pdot because he was the only guy that can hold such degree. He even did the cuckoo dance. Ceh… what a show off polar bear -___-”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sy9JLpr58WI/AAAAAAAABAE/_Hs8FACXuO8/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sy9JLpr58WI/AAAAAAAABAE/_Hs8FACXuO8/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417629341267390818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sy9KI_2M7mI/AAAAAAAABAU/_Ufm8OwvTFQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sy9KI_2M7mI/AAAAAAAABAU/_Ufm8OwvTFQ/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417630395188178530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two random girls asked me izzit amy? Y he doesn’t look like amy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sy9K14vnc-I/AAAAAAAABAc/P0gx4EqO73Y/s1600-h/15533_1273924881825_1041004353_30832506_4107970_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sy9K14vnc-I/AAAAAAAABAc/P0gx4EqO73Y/s400/15533_1273924881825_1041004353_30832506_4107970_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417631166375621602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I answered; "yer la babi nieh. lol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-4376717571395898851?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4376717571395898851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/12/restoring-sugary-tenacious-memories.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4376717571395898851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4376717571395898851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/12/restoring-sugary-tenacious-memories.html' title='Restoring Sugary Tenacious Memories (part 1)'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sy9Q9QI4vaI/AAAAAAAABAk/_8vgiMRQacE/s72-c/dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-344091407909469658</id><published>2009-12-17T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:48:14.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirts lightheartedly to win admiration and affection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SyqXqeizU6I/AAAAAAAAA_8/fwbgpanBfhc/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey guys! My apology to all my readers cos I’ve been busy with study and social life recently. No worry dear, now I’m treasuring my luxury holiday for three weeks and I better pay you guys with amount of updates. Last Sunday, I reached my apartment quite early than expected time after filling all the unrestricted time I’ve had before final. Then, Calvin shouted my name three houses away. I was thunderbolt by his “Missed Call” when I busied looking for a right key to spell the main door of my house. He wanted me to accompany him for dinner since he was starving for weighty food that can satisfy his painful sensation. I’m fine with the plan although I was superbly exhausted but I ignored the extreme weakness cos I need to update this Calvin. I haven’t seen him for couple of weeks due to business. Actually he is the one who was 24/7 sticking to his girlfriend after and before class. Haih.. Macha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We went to a stall somewhere in Cheras. We had a guys talk though. It was fun. Relationship and Love is always being my food of conversation. As between the period, I attacked Calvin with tones of question regarding to relationship with his gf. He was numb at some interval. I shooted him. LOL. Then…. He asked me. Dang… I’m single. He bullied me with demoniac sarcasm and said I’m wasting my life being a single man with wrinkled scrotum and overcooked dick -_____-” (BABI! That’s ouch. What a revengeful Indian guy. rofl). I ended the talk show and showed my superior middle hand ;-). While eating, Calvin dared me to coquette with some girls at the scene. I answered, “Wtf! We eating at stall. There are no pretty girls eat char kuey teow by the road”. He replied, “hey blind fool bastard! 12 o’ clock”. “okay, understood”, I answered after my eyes attracted to two femme fatale. Yummay….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I took a challenge though cos people won’t call me by animal name (elephant) if I wasn’t wild. POYO! I asked for a pen from Calvin and make a move to those girls. I just want to flirts lightheartedly with girl to win their admiration and affection but not their commitment. I went to their table and signing for order. The Chinese girl stared at me with such pair of sharp eyes and yeah! I was (gulp) and remain as statue of confident even I did shaking my word somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Hey girls. May I take your order? Eh.. hurm.. cik nak order ape?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chinese girl: huh? U ambik order ke?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: yeah.. only to pretty girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Indian girl: (laughing) fine with me. …………… (the order)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chinese girl: (blur mode) satu ice lemon tea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: Okay. Good. I repeat the order. One handsome gorgeous guy and one messy dirty man (by looking at Calvin).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Calvin was smiling looking at me and the girls. He was totally blanked of what I said when 3 of us looked at him. Hahaha. Padan muka ko calvin)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chinese girl: hahaha. What a lame trick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: hey. What lame? I try to be update with the news what.. seating with both of u. take a word of 1 Malaysia. U Chinese. She’s Indian. I’m Malay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chinese girl: that’s cheesy… how bout u go help us with the order. That would be truly 1 Malaysia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: HAHAHAHA. Okay. I help u after u help me to memorize your number phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chinese girl: Here are two girls seating next to u. tak elok if u only asking for my number.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Indian girl: May! Don’t include me la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: I’m not trying to be greedy tonite my dear. Here’s a pen and tissue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chinese girl: (take the pen) Oooo. U r 2 clean for my number. Let me make it easy for u&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: (can’t stop laughing)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:11pt;" &gt;Guess what? She wrote her number behind my neck!!!!!!!! She is damn good. I always think that tackle a girl randomly is outdated but at least I’ve made it as good as possible. Proudly presented :’). Actually I dislike the girl who is so easy to attract cos it show their personal price but those girl are not bimbos. They are like brainers; a sophisticated girl. As examples; Oprah &amp;amp; Martha Stewards. Yikesss! MILF! Nah……Wrong example. LOL. Sometimes I wish if we were born as a couple like Adam &amp;amp; Eve. It would be so easy then. No trouble and drama. Less energy used to seek for a partner too. ROFL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-344091407909469658?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/344091407909469658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/12/flirts-lightheartedly-to-win-admiration.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/344091407909469658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/344091407909469658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/12/flirts-lightheartedly-to-win-admiration.html' title='Flirts lightheartedly to win admiration and affection'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SyqXqeizU6I/AAAAAAAAA_8/fwbgpanBfhc/s72-c/DSC00287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1842038454595240306</id><published>2009-11-03T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T07:48:06.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;This agony intensified as the urgency to my relationship with my favorite person. Today, I felt a horrible mass sitting in my heart. My mood loomed ominously and automatically tingle my eyes to well up with tear. When I was in a crowded room spaces with noisiness, I feel alone like nobody’s there and I was cold without sensational hug. My eyes were immune to see the happiness. I went to the bathroom, taking shower so you don’t see me cry. I know it was a crime that hid behind the letter L. Well, I just miss you till you almost took my sanity. That’s why dozens swarmed of negativity infected my brain like a tumour. I’m digging your attention and commitment on the first time we hold hands in the cinema. I only ask for one small hole in you so I can feel secure and safe. I never had this feeling to other human being besides you who keep a key to my heart. If I was new to this relationship, that's fine cos I’m still trying to learn this art of love. I’m not going to give up on you. I already cast a spell to you that I'm not going to cheat behind your back. On the other hand, i hope u be there for me when i need a voice of support and treatment. Sayang…. Saya harap awak maafkan saya jika saya keterlaluan atas kelakuan saya yang kurang bijaksana. &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your Un-official Husband;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ikmal Aliff Jamaludin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SvBO5PWVWSI/AAAAAAAAA_0/WAdf5L3kGOk/s1600-h/q-vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 526px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SvBO5PWVWSI/AAAAAAAAA_0/WAdf5L3kGOk/s400/q-vert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399902698496940322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It was my picture of our first webcam Session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-1842038454595240306?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1842038454595240306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-letter.html#comment-form' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1842038454595240306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1842038454595240306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-letter.html' title='Love Letter'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SvBO5PWVWSI/AAAAAAAAA_0/WAdf5L3kGOk/s72-c/q-vert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-6643907048205518165</id><published>2009-11-01T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:31:21.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell-O-Ween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2E5SjXkcI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Lyc0lR6nxfk/s1600-h/SNC03153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2E5SjXkcI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Lyc0lR6nxfk/s400/SNC03153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399117648054686146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last day on October page was Halloween. It is largely a secular celebration but some have expressed strong feelings about perceived religious overtones. On my glasses, it is similar to Eid except the kids would wear costumes to resemble some of their nightmares or superheroes. While “trick-or-treating” wears a same concept to Eid. I wonder if I could give candies on Eid than wasting my piggy bank to those cannibal kids. ROFL. Even I’m not celebrating it but still… I love to watch the joy of the celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2FyxjP9AI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ij5CUJ5LR5I/s1600-h/SNC03122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2FyxjP9AI/AAAAAAAAA_E/ij5CUJ5LR5I/s400/SNC03122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399118635628229634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2FymXAiyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/azOS7XDOlys/s1600-h/SNC03148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2FymXAiyI/AAAAAAAAA-8/azOS7XDOlys/s400/SNC03148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399118632624098082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wasn’t aware it was Halloween until I hit One Utama, as I planned to hang out with Aiman. I went there with Acaf and Hakim since Hakim wanted to full a job as part-timer during his semester break. After we arrived, there was one difficulty where Hakim left his car key inside the car. LOL. All of us were panicked but luckily the case was settled down after Aiman came for a rescue. ROFL. He only directed us to key’s expert kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aiman and I went for another direction to have hourly talk while Acaf and Hakim browsed something to wrap a present for Acaf’s gf. After Aiman and  I gave a rest to our feet at Starbucks, Acaf buzzed me for an emergency. Well, Hafizah. Newly Dolce &amp;amp; Gabanna perfume that acaf's gave u was my selection. HAHAHA. But lucky u cos Acaf bought that for you :’(. He never buy me any goodies unless foodies to make look fat. -__- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2HF_XkHQI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8ijF-yGDOsc/s1600-h/SNC03154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2HF_XkHQI/AAAAAAAAA_k/8ijF-yGDOsc/s400/SNC03154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399120065266457858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2HFgZT7sI/AAAAAAAAA_c/8Aa4pm-5xmM/s1600-h/SNC03155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2HFgZT7sI/AAAAAAAAA_c/8Aa4pm-5xmM/s400/SNC03155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399120056952286914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2HFZpc43I/AAAAAAAAA_U/MEkn0lm3_8I/s1600-h/SNC03156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2HFZpc43I/AAAAAAAAA_U/MEkn0lm3_8I/s400/SNC03156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399120055140934514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2HFP2UY0I/AAAAAAAAA_M/vHXeUboXmN4/s1600-h/SNC03157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2HFP2UY0I/AAAAAAAAA_M/vHXeUboXmN4/s400/SNC03157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399120052510548802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we walked warily to Halloween celebration that parked in front of the entrance. We took pictures and damn…… I had so much fun. All of the kids were cute but only this one boy attracted me with his Michael Jackson looks. He got groove man…. I saw Princess Jasmine, Snow White and 8 sexy cat women ran towards him. Ceh.. lucky u cos real MJ was on the other world. Before I geared up to Putrajaya, we were entertained watching Phobia 2. Geez. It was a so-so type of movielah… cos I wasn’t  scared that much except for Aiman…… aiyoh… can anyone give him oxygen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2IaaBlmSI/AAAAAAAAA_s/AfTB0Wwt-e8/s1600-h/SNC03168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2IaaBlmSI/AAAAAAAAA_s/AfTB0Wwt-e8/s400/SNC03168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399121515531049250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-6643907048205518165?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/6643907048205518165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/11/hell-o-ween.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/6643907048205518165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/6643907048205518165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/11/hell-o-ween.html' title='Hell-O-Ween'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Su2E5SjXkcI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Lyc0lR6nxfk/s72-c/SNC03153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-4299437254565960911</id><published>2009-10-29T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:20:02.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating a Most Unwelcome Sensation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SunAbAsjXCI/AAAAAAAAA-c/EVkHoaF_5Hk/s1600-h/dfgh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SunAbAsjXCI/AAAAAAAAA-c/EVkHoaF_5Hk/s400/dfgh.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398057198656117794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey readers! Sorry guys cos I haven’t update any news. I paused my blog session for last couple of weeks. No worries. I’m back now! Last Sunday was my first day at new college. Frankly I wasn’t ready yet due to the fun I’m having. Well, modernization has spoiled me. Sigh. First day on college was a bit turned off. It creates a most unwelcome sensation. On hindsight, I have to stay durable. Cmon… I can’t let this dirty mess imperfect at its best. I’m the one who should sketch my day. I switched on the happiness on the face. I made friends with Kelantanese, Sarawakian, Northern including Kuala Lumpuran. Yeay! But I’m still looking a friend that suits me best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last Tuesday, I went to Pharmacy briefing and it gave me such aversion. I was enraged. This mini semester, I only have to attend one subject. Ridiculously absurd!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My schedule is extremely at leisure cos in one day, I only have 2 hours of lecture class. Haih… Mana bisa mungkin. I could contain boredom obviously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On the Brightside, I can focus on this subject plus I really want to achieve 4 flat for this semester since the subject is not that hard (if I study). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes! I can’t work for 24-hours on study. Stress weyh. I need to balance with fun as well. Under these circumstances, I need to graph my life so it won’t be bored. Out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-4299437254565960911?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4299437254565960911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/creating-most-unwelcome-sensation.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4299437254565960911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4299437254565960911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/creating-most-unwelcome-sensation.html' title='Creating a Most Unwelcome Sensation'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SunAbAsjXCI/AAAAAAAAA-c/EVkHoaF_5Hk/s72-c/dfgh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-7855270492290586840</id><published>2009-10-23T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:43:46.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsolable in his Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SuGxyX0ZE5I/AAAAAAAAA-U/TJN5aRiJZ1o/s1600-h/ds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SuGxyX0ZE5I/AAAAAAAAA-U/TJN5aRiJZ1o/s400/ds.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395789307511903122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That day marked the beginning of my fondness for all these things. The day when all the silent humid the room. I was peaceful from any disgusting issue. I can breath and moving on to the next chapter. I am so strong since I've put my strong faith in God and tell myself that it was just a test. Back then, I offered to be friend with D twice but D rejected me. I stayed strong; I just need to try but only D can help itself to friend with me. Next, D quiet and leave me thousand dust of word. In the end, I could feel that day. The day I stated above. I buried the relationship in the quicksand; I threw away the broken string. Gladly I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After a month, I was apprehensive; a feeling of mysterious expectancy overcame me. What a surprise that D is switching on. Offered the same thing that I used to offer, said the same thing I used to say. But the different is D putting so much pressure when I refused. D promised me a friendship. I with no doubt refuse to accept because; 1st D might harm my relationship with my partner, 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; my mom advised me to be wise in choosing friend. Choose a friend that can teach you to be a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And newly listed number three is D already did an immature thing before I haven’t give my final answer whether to accept it's friendship. And 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, D tried to stop my happy ending with a wife and kids. To the readers who knew it. This is my answer. I wasn’t tried to fight back but it is as an acknowledgment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I believe all my readers are wise and intelligent. They are not going to judge me with people's bad thought. I believe they going to judge me from the day I said to them Hi. Plus who are they going to donate their trust? To 18 years old student? Or to a student who went clubbing every weekend and get drunk and ashamedly take weeds? Hurm... btw I am inconsolable Miss D. Only my best friends know the truth behind the wall. And I don't know what you told your people about me but my advice is please, don't lie. Just tell them the actual story on the first episode. Don't you skip and pick the scenes that entirely made me look like a bad people. Peace out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-7855270492290586840?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7855270492290586840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/inconsolable-in-his-grief.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/7855270492290586840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/7855270492290586840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/inconsolable-in-his-grief.html' title='Inconsolable in his Grief'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SuGxyX0ZE5I/AAAAAAAAA-U/TJN5aRiJZ1o/s72-c/ds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1644806577745207245</id><published>2009-10-15T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T01:12:08.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Stem05LyzqI/AAAAAAAAA-M/W1u_yv6tdSQ/s1600-h/frt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Stem05LyzqI/AAAAAAAAA-M/W1u_yv6tdSQ/s400/frt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392962506433154722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am all the eyes in this labyrinth where people throw their humanitarian soul into the heavenly dungeon and acted pretty much like a beast. As a fact, English named some of simile to animal such as brave as lion. I looked deeply through my instinct. I grew some of animosity in my vein. I try to pace a day, a week and a month to find the originality of life but I was lost in my research. Hence, I remain seated and observed the wildlife of human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Case One. I saw a peacock. She got the entire look from the Promised Land. Pretty as like a fairy god mother had cast a spell on her. I gradually melted with the watery eyes but she just a cheap art. Good looking at the outside but inside is an empty space. She is proud. I gave a slap on my forehead. I should have notice the ancient similitude that peacock is proud. Brag about the Eden feathers. I threw a sarcastic smile that killed her deadly. I whispered a pray on her left ear. For good, she's not stubborn. She unmasked the ego and gradually a human. A lesson I've learned, advice is such a good treatment. It can repaint the cheap art to something precious. In instant, I pop up a fact why charming people always tune their pride at such volume. Reminder for us is to stop slaving and adoring a person just because of appearance. Dig the character and lastly you will groom yourself a friend. Like I do. A friend to a peacock ;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Case Two. As cunning as fox is another analogy. The fox is a good friend of mine that I just knew few months ago. I always support him in every way. He clings to me and so do I. The problem was, I gave him a light to see when the darkness engulfs him but I could not contain my curiosity. My heart plays some rhythm that he might cheats around his past. He refused to tell the truth and when I forced him to confess. He came up with the white lie that turned him naive and innocent. Sigh… Again, I spoiled him with words and lastly he admits his mistake; being unfaithful. He deceived tones of victim to call as red riding hood. He impersonated and cheats the girls. I must say it's Karma cos he did something bad at the past and now all the bad things against him. I'm a friend to him so I helped him out of the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I pictured this entry to a huge metaphor. I sketched the human played a norm; imperfect person. No one is perfect and good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We still took a sip from our devil's cup. We wouldn't even know it is a bad move until we hit the lesson and moral values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-1644806577745207245?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1644806577745207245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-tiger.html#comment-form' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1644806577745207245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1644806577745207245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-tiger.html' title='He Tiger'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Stem05LyzqI/AAAAAAAAA-M/W1u_yv6tdSQ/s72-c/frt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-2817206830183290697</id><published>2009-10-14T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:39:53.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster's Den</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/StYYmStN8-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/xoEzsqp87tY/s1600-h/06102009391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/StYYmStN8-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/xoEzsqp87tY/s400/06102009391.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392524649958339554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This entry was in my draft, I was dead-eye to illustrate the day until I bounce with the pictures. It seems like everyday, Acaf &amp;amp; I plan for a jog in the morning but the weather slightly sarcastic. Sometime It cries, sometime It dries. Wtf! Both of us abandoned our sleeping time just because to shake shake &amp;amp; drop our fatty bom bom but in the end raining. Seriously it was 4 days in the row and for a second, I thought it was a message from God that I should stay fat &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/20.gif" /&gt;. Aiyoh…. Then we postponed to latter part of a day at 6 pm. I know…. I'm skinny n why need to care of being fat. Actually it is a deal for me since I lights up the cancer stick. I rarely go sweat. I was school athlete in secondary school (the only sport I'm keen. RUNNNNNN) thus I need to test my doggy leg from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/StYWzlpRwPI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4nfVeCe4PU4/s1600-h/06102009378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/StYWzlpRwPI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4nfVeCe4PU4/s400/06102009378.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392522679357128946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On my way to the Mount. I mms-ed this picture to my love one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hindsight, Acaf drove us to this mount called Gunung Sami. Nice recreation place (a praise). I haven't been there for the past few years. Surprisingly, we were welcomed by the MONKEYS &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/51.gif" /&gt; when we arrived there. WTF! They are like 20+ of wild monkeys, I’m not sure of their exact numbers since they chased us. Bodo punya monyet. I can't understand why they only chased us but not other people. I guess it was acaf’s fault cos he wore yellow sweater. He looked like giant banana to them kot. Fuck you acaf. I don't even have to time to warm up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was profusely sweating and struggling to breathe. Phew…. What a sudden attack by the monkeys. I think I have to correct the actual praise. It is a nice recreation place but for MONKEYS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next, I had my time to walk warily and did camera action for a while. Lastly, I reached home at 8 pm &amp;amp; sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep . It’s a good evening at Recreation Park which I refer as a den; the lair or shelter of a wild animal. In this case, I specially dedicate this entry to the monkeys. Thanks cos fuck my day &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/41.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/StYY6MgLDHI/AAAAAAAAA90/MhgQE1R6E-U/s1600-h/06102009387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/StYY6MgLDHI/AAAAAAAAA90/MhgQE1R6E-U/s400/06102009387.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392524991890394226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The situation was clear. No sign of monkey. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/StYZYKByLrI/AAAAAAAAA98/G4ylvlIkq14/s1600-h/06102009394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/StYZYKByLrI/AAAAAAAAA98/G4ylvlIkq14/s400/06102009394.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392525506622140082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/StYXzxv7GGI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Ad_z8a81itI/s1600-h/06102009396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/StYXzxv7GGI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Ad_z8a81itI/s400/06102009396.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392523782117857378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-2817206830183290697?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2817206830183290697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/monsters-den.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2817206830183290697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2817206830183290697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/monsters-den.html' title='Monster&apos;s Den'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/StYYmStN8-I/AAAAAAAAA9s/xoEzsqp87tY/s72-c/06102009391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-7450790577838152038</id><published>2009-10-12T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:15:58.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reckon With a Stick of Bogus</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/40/l_eda795c68210495a87542aee742f04aa.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I already travel blow-by-blow times. There's a fact that I ride my own sluggish “time machine” when I close my eyes. This time I tried to brood over when I started to burn cigarettes. I still have the anamnesis of it. I'd make such a reason to be a smoker and yet I was dumb cos there is not reason to start smoking. I just want to rebel. Be the poison child at early age of 18. The first age of day, I tried to learn to suck the dust in it with my friend as a plan to be a social smoker. The second age of day, I tried to impress cos girls may think guys who smoke is such a turn ON (this kinda lame lah for 2009). The third age of day, it became a rage; a violent desire or passion that make me want it at certain clock time. I don’t think I’m a heavy smoker since I only took 2 or 3 junk at certain times which are during talking on the phone, after having pleasure, after having meal n that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My mom use to nag me about it however her words didn't have much of an impact on me. I crossed my heart to her that I will stop soon (soon in a mean of later. Eheh). By the time when I was enjoying watching tv, there was a great advertisement about smoking which kind of pull me to the ceiling especially the Chinese women with a dragon mouth. Fuuyoh! What an ugly women they include. But the best part is when the mother said to her son; “DON'T BREAK MY HEART”. The sharp word on century weyh…. I can imagine if my mother say that to me. Oppositely I won't throw the cigarettes into the dustbin; I may hide it in my underwear. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last night, my good friend advised me to stop smoking. It tickles me. I answered Nantilah. Short but yes! It's my best current answer at this time. If I find a replacement of this addiction in future or maybe tomorrow, then I won’t blacken my lungs anymore. I should be the God to my heart and decide between YES or NO. Hurm, I’m not the one who neglected the “tak nak” advertisement. I do mark a mind into it. It’s just time my dear friend. Btw can I ask a favor through my writing? I assume I can since it is my blog!!! ROFL. I hope people who dislike smokers would not got to smoker and crack a sentiment of WTF like “Errggggh, I hate smoker” cos smoke is not a sin. It is just a bad habit. Everyone does have a bad habit such as my friend. He is so cunning to pick his nose shit. lol. Gtg readers~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-7450790577838152038?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7450790577838152038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/reckon-with-stick-of-bogus.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/7450790577838152038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/7450790577838152038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/reckon-with-stick-of-bogus.html' title='Reckon With a Stick of Bogus'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-5150335507895888062</id><published>2009-10-08T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T04:01:06.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exultant Joy Via Home Screen</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/GleeCastGlee.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There’s a lot of new season of tv-series flood the satellites nowadays. As an example Gossip Girl season 3, Heroes season 4, Desperate Housewives season 6. Just name it. One Three Hill, Smallville and yet on another eye, Glee a brand new tv-series brought a new addiction to me. Forget those ages of High School Musical which a skeleton in a closet to us. Cmon! Leave the Disney to the kid. Glee is much better even they ain’t bring new song but they give a new breath to hit songs like Halo, Gold digger, Mercy, Rehab, No Air and etc. Well yeah, it show much reality to teenager compare to High School Musical which super WTF is that if one entire school dancing and singing. It’s too much gay explicit kot. LOL. Glee is more to like Sister’s Act but less of black people. Racist huh?!!! Again, I’m such a lazy bone to type it long. I rest my case…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I may envelope this with episode to download but I will do that if someone asks for it. Au Revoir friends ;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PnLiuLr4-ok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PnLiuLr4-ok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zkmkE6qiDM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zkmkE6qiDM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0Iz8BgGIeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0Iz8BgGIeg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-5150335507895888062?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5150335507895888062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/exultant-joy-via-home-screen.html#comment-form' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5150335507895888062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5150335507895888062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/exultant-joy-via-home-screen.html' title='Exultant Joy Via Home Screen'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-3156804962819266809</id><published>2009-10-05T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:46:52.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliphunk for Worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SsqEBrH7JFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/KY-lkg8cpY8/s1600-h/q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SsqEBrH7JFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/KY-lkg8cpY8/s400/q.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389265068392916050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As you can see, I changed my blog’s name cos the previous one sounds loathsome yet lame. I am a native Malaysian. Why would I keep culture if I can choose to modernize? So I take aliphunk as a replacement to black &amp;amp; white (lame right???).  It is my creation of my own name after Black-Eyed Peas’s album called Elephunk. Back then, when I was standard 6, one of my friends used to jeer me with elephant while acaf with acapan (you know, the Indian comedian actor in Pi Mai Pi Mai Tang Tu). HAHAHA. Funnayh…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How silly was my friend to came up with such a ridiculous jeer but I have to credit him since I like it. Oh ya. I have to make such a description of my blog even I posted 100+ entries already but that's A-Okay. Just assume it as a Renaissance. lol. I subject my life in a white paper, where the scene and people is set n I play my role. In whatever way, I am the Director. I can choose to sketch good things or bad things that happen in my routine by cast an option. Well, I’d rather keep this entry short cos I need to update the last chapter in my draft. Au revoir reader ;D.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;p/s: Above is a new print. I edited it like a comic strip n the date refer to the first day I posted my 1st entry. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-3156804962819266809?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3156804962819266809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/aliphunk-for-worth.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3156804962819266809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3156804962819266809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/aliphunk-for-worth.html' title='Aliphunk for Worth'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SsqEBrH7JFI/AAAAAAAAA9U/KY-lkg8cpY8/s72-c/q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-834401081963995354</id><published>2009-10-03T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:08:44.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me 5, Mama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Ssg208jLD6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/gW4oQnfJkR4/s1600-h/DSCN1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Ssg208jLD6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/gW4oQnfJkR4/s400/DSCN1787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388617237383548834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With a flux of the bit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Acaf &amp;amp; I went back to Perlis to present ourselves on my mom’s amusing day. I must say it was hurriedness. My father blitzed me to dash up after I reached home. Wtf! I have to minimize my time to bath, iron my cloth and set up a look. Aiyoh… That man really acts like going to his first date. He was excited about his girlfriend okay. As a son, I can’t assist anything bout it -__- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was still comatose in the car. I have my sleepy eyes behind the eye lid. On our way, my dad, Acaf, Awan (cousin) n I went to buy a banquet. Hands up! I ain’t know anything about choosing a flowers. They looked all the same. But I do know what the colour of flowers mean. Bad romance indeed. Knowledge packed with no practice. ROFL. Well, maybe I should do a try-out by giving it to my partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On the scene, only God knows how I felt. Bored to Hereafter! The blablabla just keep continue. I need caffeine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Amazingly, my dad’s shoulder happened to be my current addiction. I took a baby-sleep for a moment. After a second, my dad and I made a joke about some random people on the mise en scène. We were bored kot… Tonight is my mom's celebration. I was aware before i stupidly asked my mom, "Hey! whats up with the cook. Is someone propose me?" hahaha. Bodo neyh.. Mmm. I'm smelling food tonight. Here are the pictures. I’m going for lunch now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P/s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry guys. I really want to update bout the wedding but I have to wait for the photo for at least one month. SUPERLATIVE Bitch! But I try to post it as soon I’ve got the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Ssg5YFRzzyI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tvnRm9hcIkA/s1600-h/DSCN1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Ssg5YFRzzyI/AAAAAAAAA9I/tvnRm9hcIkA/s400/DSCN1771.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388620040045317922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Ssg5X86tEyI/AAAAAAAAA9A/prKi8Mci9rA/s1600-h/DSCN1762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Ssg5X86tEyI/AAAAAAAAA9A/prKi8Mci9rA/s400/DSCN1762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388620037800923938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Ssg5XUhQmsI/AAAAAAAAA84/JNHwt97lm3I/s1600-h/DSCN1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Ssg5XUhQmsI/AAAAAAAAA84/JNHwt97lm3I/s400/DSCN1779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388620026956782274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-834401081963995354?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/834401081963995354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-me-5-mama.html#comment-form' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/834401081963995354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/834401081963995354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/10/give-me-5-mama.html' title='Give me 5, Mama!'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Ssg208jLD6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/gW4oQnfJkR4/s72-c/DSCN1787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-2164922765877785957</id><published>2009-09-21T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:48:24.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put the EGO beneath the pillow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Srdz_tYYGSI/AAAAAAAAA8o/cNZfzsCEbik/s1600-h/20092009262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Srdz_tYYGSI/AAAAAAAAA8o/cNZfzsCEbik/s400/20092009262.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383899417895508258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just need a picture for entry. so don't ask why i put this photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I tremendously refused to talk bout it cos I hate to look miserably mr. pathetic. I feel imperfect. But now I’m feeling human and I can’t help of being explosive at this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My fingers are eager to type all the lumps in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Objecting a question with no reasonable answer. I was at home, host the house for guest. I was bored. I wanna go out with friend. As if my friends invite me to legging around from house to house. I would hug the chance and abandoned my house for one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But then, I was abandoned. I don’t know if still… (abandoned). In the evening, I sneaked through facebook after watching MTV Award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw one of my friend’s status. Surprisingly I’m officially mad on the 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; day of Eid. I don’t know what my fault to them. All this while, I’m being story-teller, joke cracker and connected to them. N this year, I’m left out. The atmosphere smell like smoking shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I rarely stay in Perlis but yet I ain’t forgetting them even one of them. I keep the satellite on dude! I missed them such to update exclusive news and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Now, I know where I’m standing. Standing in a crowd of douche bag. I’m sorry guys. There’s no such thing like perlis friend or kL friend. That’s labeling. I don’t do that to be honest. I just called two of my best friends; Ieka &amp;amp; Aiman Ariffin to flow out my anger. Currently, I’m relieved and getting ready to make up this day with flavor. Going out with Acaf…. Oh ya. Maybe some of my reader can explain whassup happened to me. I mean why they did that to me. Cos I was mad. Mad in upsetting way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;P/s: The true Eid is just now bout the duit raya. It's the time where people let out their EGO &amp;amp; put it beneath the pillow, being modest, admit owns weaknesses &amp;amp; lastly, asking for forgiveness. It would be perfect if we celebrate altogether, but sadly 'you guys' can't define Eid wisely rather than competition &amp;amp; showing off your LITTLENESS. Anyway, Selamat Hari Raya old friends. Maaf zahir batin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-2164922765877785957?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2164922765877785957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/put-ego-beneath-pillow.html#comment-form' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2164922765877785957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2164922765877785957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/put-ego-beneath-pillow.html' title='Put the EGO beneath the pillow'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Srdz_tYYGSI/AAAAAAAAA8o/cNZfzsCEbik/s72-c/20092009262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-6161420293712398080</id><published>2009-09-13T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:34:51.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifestation of Shawwal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Moon of Shawwal is sighted on the eve of the last day of Ramadan. It is a true Thanksgiving Day for us where tongue start to articulate forgiveness from physical to emotional. As tradition of the day to honor elderly citizens by kissing their right hand while address for apologize. First flush of the morning is a time for people to attend prayer services and pay our respects to the deceased with organized visits to cemeteries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I recalled my reflection when I was child. I ruined the banquet of Eid ul-Fitr. Munch all the cookies and barely swallow most of the feast prepared. Yeah! I was fat with white ass back then. Acaf and I were famous beggar when come to a reward although we only fasting until lunch-time. ROFL. I bet our guest would be half flat broke since they had to distribute two packet of wrapped-paper to one set. You know what I mean. Twin… Well, I think you should be grateful if penny-pinching people gave you one bucks cos in my case I would get 50 cent. Pffffftttt. Another 50 cent to Acaf. Ceh…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nowadays, I stand as half adult. There's no time to count a piggy-bank. I probably refuse to accept money from guest even though my mind starts to spin “Gimme More” song. LOL. Anyway, I'm about to pull myself now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh ya, maybe it’s early but its better than late. Happy Eid-ul-fitr. Forgive my physical and emotional (wrongdoings). Lets start a new sheet people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/?action=view&amp;amp;current=q.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/q.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p/s: The best day to keep for Kanye to ask an apologize to Taylor Swift. HAHAHA. You know what I mean nigga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-6161420293712398080?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/6161420293712398080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/manifestation-of-shawwal.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/6161420293712398080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/6161420293712398080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/manifestation-of-shawwal.html' title='Manifestation of Shawwal'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1994507876131283022</id><published>2009-09-12T09:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:19:11.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieving my Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqvG7geBhjI/AAAAAAAAA8M/DjiRgNdK7kw/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqvG7geBhjI/AAAAAAAAA8M/DjiRgNdK7kw/s400/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380612905454634546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm wrecking every evening for the mildly inspiring and prepossessing animation after I had canvassed a conversation with ripened man about 80’s cartoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;80’s is not my lifetime, I was born in 90’s. Truly I have no idea of it; I may remember some caricature back ages when I was crawling over languages. Now at age of newly 18, I’m craving of 80’s animated. What an alcoholism. I watched Jem and I bet it was my sister’s addiction. The band-wagon and the colour used is genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As prototype like X-Men, Transformer and G.I. Joe created a new wrinkle over people’s orgasm. LOL. I watched these cartoons on youtube. Original story line is a deal to me. Oh ya, I must say G.I Joe animated series is platitudinous. I yawned twice. I better turn to another before third yawn though. In another hand, I was licking one's chops on X-Men series. The figure is temptation man….. I know you slightly think I’m schizophrenic if I melted looking at the hot figure body. It’s like a tech of soft-porn. HAHAHA. What the fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sigh… I’m so disappointed in myself cos still watching cartoon after puberty (tetttt).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's otay, no one going to sue me but definitely my sale would be half from girl's eyes. ROFL. Anyway, cartoon is like my catholicon; a universal remedy. I just wanted to relieve my childhood yet to refresh those moments. Cmon lah, you don’t know the experience of fighting over remote control with my twin when I was accelerated by the satellite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/?action=view&amp;amp;current=q-vert.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/q-vert.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/?action=view&amp;amp;current=h.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/h.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not sure if my twin and i read superheroes comic or book cos i found the evidence that we ate them. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6622757510297994179-1994507876131283022?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1994507876131283022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/relieving-my-childhood.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1994507876131283022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1994507876131283022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/relieving-my-childhood.html' title='Relieving my Childhood'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqvG7geBhjI/AAAAAAAAA8M/DjiRgNdK7kw/s72-c/IMG_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-8192632256734537282</id><published>2009-09-10T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:36:20.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laced With Nitroglycerin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sqk0MFg8hzI/AAAAAAAAA78/8eQv1dKJDcw/s1600-h/16082009097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sqk0MFg8hzI/AAAAAAAAA78/8eQv1dKJDcw/s400/16082009097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379888612114204466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was entirely forgotten to push a pencil for this entry until I polished my eyes through an album. N here I am to assign this since I’m bored to death as my class going to start next month. Sigh… I just miss the smell of fresh wafer-thin paper and exceeded whine of stress. Well, I guess it is my time to prepare for next month. Chill Chill Aliph. Bored Bored Everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There’s was a day where I slept over at friend’s house. Surprisingly, it’s not Pdot’s house. Lol. But other friend’s of mine. It wasn’t a plan. I made it myself as I refused to intrude my brother’s house again (codeword: crisis). I went there early in the morning due to suffer of my insomnia. I arrived at the expected time and I went to room for a BIG rest. ZZZzz. Until dinner-time came to wake me up. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We out to break-fast and all we did were sharing tones of story from night to day and day to night. LMAO. That’s just me; animated person (full of stories and jokes to share. Lol) The activities to fill in the boredom margin were watching movies and dvd, browsing baju melayu, n preparing pre-meal. Just for the record, the weather slightly sarcastic at certain hour. What I did was looking at the sky and sighing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh ya! There was a nite, I went out with Arie and Jibul. They fetched me out. Jeez, now I had the chance to meet them after long time… dangled at McDonald. The smokes in that cigarette box on the table, I happened to be laced with nitroglycerin as the weather being sarcastic like norm. Btw, I told Jibul my cloak-and-dagger (not that secret actually). Arie knew bout it so under his breath, I was reading his lips saying; “When did he get at all confident?". I made a whispering campaign with him for that night. I guess this is the winding up. Peace. Aliph Out~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/03092009174-vert.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is how we settled down our argue of who should use the laptop. end up, i web-cammed and chat with his friend. LOL ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6622757510297994179-8192632256734537282?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8192632256734537282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/laced-with-nitroglycerin.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8192632256734537282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8192632256734537282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/laced-with-nitroglycerin.html' title='Laced With Nitroglycerin'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sqk0MFg8hzI/AAAAAAAAA78/8eQv1dKJDcw/s72-c/16082009097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-8599944007079469602</id><published>2009-09-08T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T03:03:59.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purchasing  Tradition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqcLEIYbnaI/AAAAAAAAA70/mewb2iqcJQs/s1600-h/8320_1237809624427_1204840956_713774_6895831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqcLEIYbnaI/AAAAAAAAA70/mewb2iqcJQs/s400/8320_1237809624427_1204840956_713774_6895831_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379280445514685858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pdot, Me &amp;amp; Acaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqcLDxNIWMI/AAAAAAAAA7s/kLhtWC52m1o/s1600-h/l_382c1a4993ae4cb7b846b128416813e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqcLDxNIWMI/AAAAAAAAA7s/kLhtWC52m1o/s400/l_382c1a4993ae4cb7b846b128416813e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379280439293270210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mimi, Effa, Jeffry &amp;amp; Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’m screw up with scattered unforeseen updates. I’m ceding myself upon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;phalanges to associate with cerebrum for restored enterprise. Woah, I better stop nagging now. Hurm, there was a day I’d supposed to meet my parent and it was the same day I arose not to decline of day, I managed to rub my eyeballs before sundown. What a compliment to alarm clock. Lol. I approximately wake up at 2 since I slept after taking my pre-dawn meal. Consequently, I rushed to my parent’s place at the time when the sun started to cook. Wheuw… hot day. My mind can’t stop thinking of fleshy bed at the hotel of my parent stayed. In conclusion, I relapsed after I knocked the door of artic. The air rushed from the air-conditioner hugged me to sensational and wallla…. Kroih3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not a while after that, Acaf arrived and we went out to buy baju melayu at Masjid India. It’s a traditiom to wear baju melayu during raya right… Oh, what an animalist of crowd! I scantily can’t move. The push and pull magnetism of narrow road just eat me up. From that time, I made a decision of not being too particular of sorting the colour. I would go for any colour that turn me on. Story shorten;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I selected black in colour while acaf picked grey. Black might be a colour of funeral (my friend told me) but that’s a reason for me since I will visit my grandmother's bone yard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Case settled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After break-fast with family at the hotel, Acaf and I straight away to Pavilion for tickets. I really wanted to watch Final Destination 4 and YES cos I’ve made it and NO cos the movie was a disappointment. Grrr. The death wasn’t that demoniac. I expected something that my lungs can scream out about. Before that, Acaf and I met Pdot, Mimi, Jeffry, Effa and Mama. Nice to meet them though. Sadly, I could only spend for couple of minutes with them since have to catch up the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqcJ6Q36QII/AAAAAAAAA7k/uIHMt0qDo9g/s1600-h/l_7082e52637764adb821fcb65380569ef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqcJ6Q36QII/AAAAAAAAA7k/uIHMt0qDo9g/s400/l_7082e52637764adb821fcb65380569ef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379279176483881090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqcJ58YwdOI/AAAAAAAAA7c/HoHXCbtBmOU/s1600-h/DSC09060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqcJ58YwdOI/AAAAAAAAA7c/HoHXCbtBmOU/s400/DSC09060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379279170984506594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqcJ5YpCnAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/6CasmLtfP-c/s1600-h/DSC09059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqcJ5YpCnAI/AAAAAAAAA7U/6CasmLtfP-c/s400/DSC09059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379279161389128706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-8599944007079469602?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8599944007079469602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/purchasing-tradition.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8599944007079469602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8599944007079469602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/purchasing-tradition.html' title='Purchasing  Tradition'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqcLEIYbnaI/AAAAAAAAA70/mewb2iqcJQs/s72-c/8320_1237809624427_1204840956_713774_6895831_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-6672185723052774245</id><published>2009-09-08T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:59:02.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty of Baked Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqZggAbR2kI/AAAAAAAAA6E/J-OfUJGT8lg/s1600-h/31082009168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqZggAbR2kI/AAAAAAAAA6E/J-OfUJGT8lg/s400/31082009168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379092907927132738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains drop to model a word. There's a few more of my favorite thing which is being zealous . We hold the immunity of nationhood but did I ever said that we should grip it so it wouldn't slip to another traitor. Grip it with firm spirit. Sleeping flag-waver rest in peace. Their departure from life after bloody combat is history. We are the forthcoming, therefore we are the chosen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guardianship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The nite of Merdeka yet Ramadhan such a miscellaneous mix. I celebrated Merdeka minimally. I went out with friends like any other ordinary day. As a reminder, it’s Ramadhan. I’m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;active at other day where it’s sunlit by moonlight. Late in the evening, Zakiyy fetched me to breakfast with him. Fuck You! It’s not a date. Lol. Unfortunately, it was a last-minute plan so we were fogged from any idea of where to go. Ultimately we went to Jaja’s place and break fast together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After adhan, we just drink good fresh drink and then… we ordered the food. Weird huh? By the time, I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs away from those two person who slightly discriminate smoker. Again.. fuck you! Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After that, we went to fetch Mel and hit the road to a place where we could appeal the scenery of fireworks (before went hookah at Ampang )but sadly there is no celebration of the night. I forgot that government restricted a little bit tight of happiness due to respect Ramadhan. Accordingly no fireworks. Good indeed. But as for me, the fireworks is a symbol of liberty. I could amend the sound of cannon and hear the yell and tears from the applause of people. I felt vintage of that feeling. Otay. I got no time for grand philosophy, I barely keep my head above the tide and I practiced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cross my heart to God of His salvation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p/s: Btw i updated my blog a little bit slower. thats y i still stuck at this entry. LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqZhbNDOQ3I/AAAAAAAAA6M/xB5UaeGIxkM/s1600-h/31082009167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqZhbNDOQ3I/AAAAAAAAA6M/xB5UaeGIxkM/s400/31082009167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379093924928177010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-6672185723052774245?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/6672185723052774245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/liberty-of-baked-earth.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/6672185723052774245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/6672185723052774245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/liberty-of-baked-earth.html' title='Liberty of Baked Earth'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqZggAbR2kI/AAAAAAAAA6E/J-OfUJGT8lg/s72-c/31082009168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-4124622310514976697</id><published>2009-09-07T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T03:07:34.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Installed Calculator"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTVAHx3UVI/AAAAAAAAA5E/1J-mNHo6018/s1600-h/DSC_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTVAHx3UVI/AAAAAAAAA5E/1J-mNHo6018/s400/DSC_0147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378658053052125522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mel &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTVsW8aMdI/AAAAAAAAA5M/oQ6P_nFFFMg/s1600-h/DSC_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTVsW8aMdI/AAAAAAAAA5M/oQ6P_nFFFMg/s400/DSC_0145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378658813037130194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ady &amp;amp; Mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTXQt3aFvI/AAAAAAAAA5c/zu9g9X3gBAQ/s1600-h/DSC_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTXQt3aFvI/AAAAAAAAA5c/zu9g9X3gBAQ/s400/DSC_0149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378660537177085682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shila &amp;amp; Another Mel. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A date marked on August 29th, it’s this not substandard shopping mall in a name of Pavilion on the corner of 4th and BB Street which beats a new pulse for high class shopper had sensitively became a great deal to breakfast. My friend and I set a table at the food court since it treasure trove of international and local cuisines; we were absolutely spoilt for choice. My eyes were blinded by the aliment while my “installed calculator” started to count every calories in every served. In the last place, I happened to buy wanton. Less calories and less pleasing…  erghhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTX1WxWz-I/AAAAAAAAA5k/7ibdVV8HXs8/s1600-h/DSC_0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTX1WxWz-I/AAAAAAAAA5k/7ibdVV8HXs8/s400/DSC_0171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378661166632849378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTYE4h-ETI/AAAAAAAAA5s/zJDBQodt_h8/s1600-h/DSC_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTYE4h-ETI/AAAAAAAAA5s/zJDBQodt_h8/s400/DSC_0176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378661433393156402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTYRnkKBaI/AAAAAAAAA50/ebF9axfiTXU/s1600-h/DSC_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTYRnkKBaI/AAAAAAAAA50/ebF9axfiTXU/s400/DSC_0183.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378661652177225122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Throughout the time to wait for Adhan, we colloquy about random subject. The caricatures of youngster were Ady, Mira, Dann, Mel &amp;amp; Shila. We had our guilty pleasure at the backstreet after dinner and then Mel worked for such a delicious sense of humor. ROFL.  Next, we headed to BB. We were divided for hours, I accompanied mel for some shopping; In another hand, mira, ady and dann went back to pavi to meet oja. And not to mention, shila met her friend at kitaro for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, mel send me home. Thanks Mel. I was a bit disappointed due to the shortage of time; I had no time to meet oja.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTYuinHbBI/AAAAAAAAA58/B531MeSH6r0/s1600-h/DSC02369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTYuinHbBI/AAAAAAAAA58/B531MeSH6r0/s400/DSC02369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378662149063666706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Closing by Oja Posh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6622757510297994179-4124622310514976697?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4124622310514976697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/caricature-of-youngster.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4124622310514976697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4124622310514976697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/caricature-of-youngster.html' title='&quot;Installed Calculator&quot;'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SqTVAHx3UVI/AAAAAAAAA5E/1J-mNHo6018/s72-c/DSC_0147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-7436574063750245717</id><published>2009-08-26T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:17:41.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality of Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3dvqw6g9Yk/SSYkdT7pUBI/AAAAAAAAA48/7KxmqitoM4I/s400/asia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3dvqw6g9Yk/SSYkdT7pUBI/AAAAAAAAA48/7KxmqitoM4I/s400/asia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ramadhan embraces multiple of unseen rewards to any good thing we made. It is also a reminder of eluding sinful act. It is truthful fact; I even zoom at minimal of it. The reward; stay in shape. I know what an earshot. ROFL.  I always say “let’s sweat. Get a shape” but firm quote doesn’t burn my fat. I need to generate my ass like real soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I wanted to jog in the evening but I happened to lie down in front of the tv and watched amazing race: asia. What a sudden attack to a brain. I’ve been thinking of joining it. I know! a genuine disaster if twin makes it into an amazing race: asia. (I mean with our face since a lot of guy twin happen to be pretty uglay. Lol. It’s a joke. I’m kidding). Acaf &amp;amp; I quite a runner dick. So it’s a merit for us cos race is all about how fast you can run. But otherwise, it would be such soap instead of a reality show if acaf n I argue in a race. Duh! Twin. I even argued with acaf over a toothbrush. So not gonna happen. Plus both of us hold such a great potential to curse (like tonnes of it). I bet people who watch it don’t want the whole tv-hour contain full of tetttttttttttt sounds (the filter machine of taboo words). LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I bury a dream. I’d rather join it with abah. Errr. Wrong choice.  Abah, u might “burden” me.  Again I’m joking abah… Then, I decide to join it with a person who might keen about travelling. Steward maybe. HAHAHA. I leaved the amazing race fantasy behind and mothercracker! My brain continues to elaborate other reality show. Survivor , n bla3 n lastly it stops with a last reality tv-show; Denise Richards: It’s complicated. WTF! I laughed out loud and shut the tv and went to my room. I type this goofy mind’s progression.  Jeez, media influence is truthfully bad… ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SpWIhwTKCAI/AAAAAAAAA48/tW5NUIToGeQ/s1600-h/5648_1081898375813_1476944722_30175071_5910174_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SpWIhwTKCAI/AAAAAAAAA48/tW5NUIToGeQ/s400/5648_1081898375813_1476944722_30175071_5910174_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374351843818866690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend said "huh! u guys on reality show? hell no! i'm so gonna throw my tv out of a window". I replied, "auwww, u shudn't have to. i just save ur tv which is your only will to your child. lol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-7436574063750245717?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7436574063750245717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-of-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/7436574063750245717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/7436574063750245717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-of-fantasy.html' title='Reality of Fantasy'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f3dvqw6g9Yk/SSYkdT7pUBI/AAAAAAAAA48/7KxmqitoM4I/s72-c/asia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-589446748405996373</id><published>2009-08-20T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:29:33.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Month of Ramadan has Begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/So2yIDLroWI/AAAAAAAAA40/rv8vdZLdVhI/s1600-h/3114_1039877805325_1476944722_30079623_451664_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/So2yIDLroWI/AAAAAAAAA40/rv8vdZLdVhI/s400/3114_1039877805325_1476944722_30079623_451664_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372145781885870434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At a moment, I’m out of words. I was trying to grab any alphabet that I could sew but it’s too limited. Again… its midnight, perfect time and very unexpected for me to inhale such a rare feeling. A miss to someone really weaken my ability. Wheuw… I keep calling my own name; “alif, alif, just bare with time”, to stand up and be as tough as stone. The image barely visible in the dusk of the room, then I groped under my pillow for pictures. I know it sounds lame to keep someone’s picture under a pillow…. But it does bring a hard beat of sentimental that drowns me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with my gibberish. I acted a bit psychotic just now. Sigh…. I’m in perlis, all my time marked by boredom. Wanna webcam but my laptop broken. The webcam and the audio work like an old vagina till I can’t do anything with it so I send it to the shop. It may take couple of days… currently I’m using my dad’s laptop; the bulk one but he taught me to be grateful then I said “alhamdullilah, abah… I would be even more grateful if u buy me a new one”. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the pit-start of fasting season. Somehow, I googled of our unique ritual in Islam. I learnt three results of fasting in Ramadan mentioned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Taqwaa : learning self-restraint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Takbir : glorifying Allah Almighty because of being guided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Shukra : being grateful .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was digging it. What a truly Moslem of me to browse this. Hehehe. Its easy for me to abstain "completely" from foods, drinks, intimate intercourse and smoking, before the break of the dawn till sunset, during the entire month of Ramadan cos I was trained to fast since I was little. Luckily, I don’t experience menstruation within those times. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I’m going to avoid of saying any taboo words and very hope I would not put my phalanges into my nose. Kidding…. Lastly Happy Fasting To All Muslim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-589446748405996373?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/589446748405996373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-month-of-ramadan-has-begun.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/589446748405996373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/589446748405996373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-month-of-ramadan-has-begun.html' title='Holy Month of Ramadan has Begun'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/So2yIDLroWI/AAAAAAAAA40/rv8vdZLdVhI/s72-c/3114_1039877805325_1476944722_30079623_451664_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-4720437507483528319</id><published>2009-08-14T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:44:30.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitary Chores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/91/l_0f3fb83c2cda40fda7c88a2a8b8e4c0b.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random girl buzzed me with multitudinous questions; why are you still single? You in open relationship (refer to facebook), what that’s suppose to mean? Do you have type in girls? Why you still have contact with your X’s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my illustration of myself and my noun to call rejoinder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substantively, I’m not merely single. There is a sweet justification why I tagged myself in an open relationship (in facebook). It defined a relationship in which two people agree that they want to be together, but can't exactly promise that they won't see other people too. Basically, to have it all: a significant other and the freedom to hook up with other people. It is common during college for many post-high school relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1:&lt;br /&gt;"Are you still with Mary?" &lt;br /&gt;"Well, we're in an open relationship now. And it's don't ask, don't tell." &lt;br /&gt;"Are you okay with that?" &lt;br /&gt;"You know, it IS college, and there are so many cute girls out there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fathomed it would reflects that I’m a perfidious lover but I was going through a grueling course of action that would, in the end, save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye! I do have type for girls. I go for “clackers”. You know? High-heels! Dresses! I like seeing girls looked like any common in tv-box. That’s why I stay single cos I can’t afford that kind of woman. Wait for my precious title then I fish around. LOL. Right now, I better be a guy in a mirror. The single at another eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like networking even I broke up. I need to link my social circle with who-use-to-be-wit-me. I can friend to her new boyfriend and hanging out for bachelor night. Without a common language, if my X’s marry with legal children. I might be the best uncle in the world. As an example, fetch her child from school when she was busy working (as if I still single T_T). Pamper them with goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2:&lt;br /&gt;“Mom! I want that toy!” The kid beg&lt;br /&gt;“No! You store such a lot of goods at home. Why u need a new one. No! No!”&lt;br /&gt;The uncle said, “That’s okay. I buy it for him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look. What a dream to make a reality, right???&lt;br /&gt;Berangan~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-4720437507483528319?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4720437507483528319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/08/solitary-chores.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4720437507483528319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4720437507483528319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/08/solitary-chores.html' title='Solitary Chores'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-40879414339002971</id><published>2009-08-12T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:06:56.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early 18 of Late 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;center align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/DSC_0878_01-horz.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I scrape through the forthcoming month of my origin, the August 30th. My memories are entrenched deeply within me. I was intricate to believe that I’m going to be a half guy and half boy. What a good agony to look into the mirror, where I gazed every single changes on my face. Like one of my friend said; “from twink to hunk”. ROFL. He always came up with such a kinky quote. LOL. I’m blushing since he said the truth&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/9.gif" /&gt;. Tettttttt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoLi5rAMf6I/AAAAAAAAA4E/rQdT5flIhxw/s1600-h/DSC_0799_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoLi5rAMf6I/AAAAAAAAA4E/rQdT5flIhxw/s400/DSC_0799_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369103186203017122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bieha bought me this. What a nice cheese cake. sayang mama bieha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoLkcUK-oKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/vN5-YLOKO7M/s1600-h/kek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoLkcUK-oKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/vN5-YLOKO7M/s400/kek.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369104880881279138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yummy seasoned chocolate cake by ex-schoolmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Call me a dick-head or vagina cos I really can’t name any birthday wish. It is a norm to me cos I don’t like to be in someone’s expenses. All I’m expecting is they be with me where I can sustain my support group. Last year, I celebrated my birthday thrice; with my friend, schoolmate and family. Pleasant joy indeed! I felt the love of their existence because gift maybe beguile of materialistic. Oppositely, a gift of sincerity is congenial to remembrance. I will accept anything envault with thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoLlBpe23MI/AAAAAAAAA4U/M_Qvj6kN68c/s1600-h/DSC_0871_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoLlBpe23MI/AAAAAAAAA4U/M_Qvj6kN68c/s400/DSC_0871_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369105522256960706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woah, slice a wedding cake. ROFL. Currently, i don't know where the hell is ijam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoLltsACqQI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Zqsox0dQHD8/s1600-h/burfday+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoLltsACqQI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Zqsox0dQHD8/s400/burfday+boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369106278847260930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seize the momment buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I’m lost in reverie; a state of dreamy meditation or fanciful musing cos I can use my age as one of my malicious reason &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/19.gif" /&gt;. Just kidding peeps. I will be a better Aliph in upcoming 30th, modify perfect guy. Alif McDreamy… errr. Not suit. McSteamy... still not suit. McHorney… haha. WTF. i better off now. Sayurnara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/103.gif" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoLmUu1NwrI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Fxraflyj5Pg/s1600-h/sdgfhj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoLmUu1NwrI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Fxraflyj5Pg/s400/sdgfhj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369106949622055602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-40879414339002971?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/40879414339002971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/08/early-18-of-late-17.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/40879414339002971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/40879414339002971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/08/early-18-of-late-17.html' title='Early 18 of Late 17'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoLi5rAMf6I/AAAAAAAAA4E/rQdT5flIhxw/s72-c/DSC_0799_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-5772523121401074368</id><published>2009-08-11T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:57:26.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing my Diverse Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoGqv-U23UI/AAAAAAAAA38/zCGIHEXpyH0/s1600-h/PICT0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoGqv-U23UI/AAAAAAAAA38/zCGIHEXpyH0/s400/PICT0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368759971963395394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The clock passed 1 am. My pregnant mind reflected to the time. It said “I really can’t pain with such hornets' nest anymore”, thus only these bare hand can expressed my genuine apprehension; the anticipation of adversity or misfortune. My adjectively called suspicion or fear of future. Currently I’m studying in matrix. Everything simply good and well-planned from one to ten but…. Imma dastard when the demon of doubt questioned me of who am I in the next upcoming years. I was tongue-tied. Tentatively, I am flexible and can turn myself into anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrarily, the answer will expel at the end of day. The flexible I had said maybe fragile. It’s a risk; a deal to play with. Even how good you are in throwing cards but destiny will puke a fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRACT: For the first time, I took matric cos I want to accelerate my study since it only cost me one year to degree. Now I’m afraid of my future being risked since I’ve been focusing bout ends my study than thinking of what I’m going to be. I’m young and why I need to rush in this sphere world, if I keep running. I will still running to the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voluntarily, I’m quitting matric this month and go for other wholesome opportunity. PHARMACY. Albeit peace solution. I know my aim in future after this and I have to kick start my ass to be a future pharmacist. Living as a student is like drawing a diverse experience. This is what I’m doing, drawing a diverse experience in late 17. Au revoir friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-5772523121401074368?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5772523121401074368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/08/drawing-my-diverse-experience.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5772523121401074368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5772523121401074368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/08/drawing-my-diverse-experience.html' title='Drawing my Diverse Experience'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SoGqv-U23UI/AAAAAAAAA38/zCGIHEXpyH0/s72-c/PICT0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-7772765391435724559</id><published>2009-08-04T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:45:40.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blatant Radios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/76/l_37e54e2a92e84198b10749036bcdd7f6.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can’t opine that August passing swiftly through the air in a second. It’s already 1st August. There’s more to expect from this month. It may frame the sheer volume of gnarly event or vice versa. I incredibly missed my friend hence I messaged Mel and Dann to hang out on the next day which fell on Saturday. Perfect Day! Indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pdot and I went to KLCC for lunch while waiting for other (Acaf, Mel &amp;amp; Dann) to sign in. Coincidence, I met Zakiyy, Jaja, Ika &amp;amp; Umar. We rumored about some random characters for a while before I geared myself to Dann n Mel. Somehow, I felt so guilty, inflict with distress that I’d rather tell to certain people about my wrong doing. Sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Btw Ika is so cute, she is Zakiyy’s college mate n she looked like 15 on the other eyed. Lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Snhq7JGz2uI/AAAAAAAAA20/MI8tkAHO2to/s1600-h/DSC01141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Snhq7JGz2uI/AAAAAAAAA20/MI8tkAHO2to/s400/DSC01141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366156520301255394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Abang &amp;amp; Adik Botak. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhsHdphnCI/AAAAAAAAA28/CQih33fchXI/s1600-h/DSC01149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhsHdphnCI/AAAAAAAAA28/CQih33fchXI/s400/DSC01149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366157831485627426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prima-DOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhtNFwOPUI/AAAAAAAAA3E/xqtxVesOjn0/s1600-h/DSC_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhtNFwOPUI/AAAAAAAAA3E/xqtxVesOjn0/s400/DSC_0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366159027662110018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dann &amp;amp; Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhtpQt3fOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/GgOSjy5kH4A/s1600-h/DSC_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhtpQt3fOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/GgOSjy5kH4A/s400/DSC_0017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366159511641357538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pdot Manja Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Dann, Mel &amp;amp; I headed to pavilion to meet Pdot &amp;amp; Acaf before we were sun-kissed. Mother fucking! The weather was sincerely good for those who want to dry their cloth on the suspension but not for me who was sweating and breathing for cold air. Wheuw… Then, we chilled at Starbucks sharing jokes and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such a silent scene and boredom, we went for karaoke to break any of silent moods. I miss karaoke. It’s been for ages that I don’t hold the microphone. Tettttt. My voice really OFF when my lips followed every single word shown on the screen. Truly, I’m not a future artist. ROFL. My day was offensively noisy or loud and clamorous. We made fabulous blatant radios. Oh ya! We ate a lot, truly gastronomical satisfaction for us. It was Saturday hence we had to pay with such amount of notes but it was worth. A dollar spent at a time. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhvKWMMn8I/AAAAAAAAA3U/YJiUiksrE38/s1600-h/DSC_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhvKWMMn8I/AAAAAAAAA3U/YJiUiksrE38/s400/DSC_0073.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366161179558059970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhvajSiYhI/AAAAAAAAA3c/JdXOzoxaSiM/s1600-h/DSC_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhvajSiYhI/AAAAAAAAA3c/JdXOzoxaSiM/s400/DSC_0063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366161457952219666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhwOG9LO5I/AAAAAAAAA3k/lLlNcjcQdpc/s1600-h/DSC_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhwOG9LO5I/AAAAAAAAA3k/lLlNcjcQdpc/s400/DSC_0088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366162343699626898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhwViMdqcI/AAAAAAAAA3s/osaVzRYiqYs/s1600-h/DSC_0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhwViMdqcI/AAAAAAAAA3s/osaVzRYiqYs/s400/DSC_0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366162471270590914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhwtC0yF_I/AAAAAAAAA30/MUeiL8f5oco/s1600-h/DSC_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SnhwtC0yF_I/AAAAAAAAA30/MUeiL8f5oco/s400/DSC_0076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366162875166627826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/DSC_0145-vert.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sign off peeps~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-7772765391435724559?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7772765391435724559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/08/blatant-radios.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/7772765391435724559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/7772765391435724559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/08/blatant-radios.html' title='Blatant Radios'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Snhq7JGz2uI/AAAAAAAAA20/MI8tkAHO2to/s72-c/DSC01141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-9115632773726818826</id><published>2009-07-28T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:07:45.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abecedarian’s Clique</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9kCtT3gfI/AAAAAAAAA18/QsEREQskG1k/s1600-h/28072009723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9kCtT3gfI/AAAAAAAAA18/QsEREQskG1k/s400/28072009723.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363615678906991090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, I spent all full-day with my ex-schoolmate. What an arduous undertaking cos I can’t believe that all of us separated and take a step further to reach our each goes. We used to have lunch together after school, have a group discussion or even teased each other. Such high school… I missed that moment though. I looked to every face of my friend, they look matured and still in a good maintenance but some were going a little overbearing and bumptious. Haih... Nowadays, we are abecedarian; a beginner in any field of learning. We shared our experienced as a newbie in college; we laughed most of it. Okay, I should start update my day. Forgot, really focus on the introduction. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9knb6drsI/AAAAAAAAA2E/G-I7nGmi2N4/s1600-h/28072009048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9knb6drsI/AAAAAAAAA2E/G-I7nGmi2N4/s400/28072009048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363616309892198082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening while having my lunch, Ieka &amp;amp; Jaja fetched to me to the library. I rushed to my room, fixing and setting up a good look; I deserted my lunch (nasi goreng patayya) under the sun hat with intention to finish it after I got back from hang out. We were doing our light revision before heading to old-style kopitiam. We had laksa santan. That was my first time tasted the concoction. WOAH, yummy… That’s a Chinese restaurant which serves Malay’s dishes. I have to bring Acaf there soon. Next, we went to meet Rosdi (my ex-classmate) at Kuala Perlis. We hanged out by the seashore until the sun touched the horizon. At 7.30 PM, went home, I realized that my nasi goreng pattaya was stolen. I bet my abah ate it. I asked him but he refused to admit &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/114.gif" /&gt;. He even appointed to my mom, who ate my nasi goreng pattaya. Jeez, Abah… seriously, u can’t hide your round tummy. It’s a proof &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/47.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosdi said that he craved for a pizza thus in the night, Ieka, Jaja n I took him for a dinner at Pizza Hut. We invited Omar and Nabil too. Was a good night, the guys bullied the girls. We started to make dirty jokes over woman. Ieka n Jaja were tough. They really can control the craziness. After we were full, Ieka done a very good creation of her cooking by the leftover. It was disgusting, she even bet 100 buck to who can finish it. I love my life so I rebuffed the offer. LOL. Next, we went home. Ieka drove like a gangster, she overruled the road. I was in fear. I double-checked my seatbelt. It was my first time ever that I insist to wear the seatbelt with no compulsion &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/109.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: At first, I wanted to name the blog like “Battlefield of Nasi Goreng Pattaya” but I objected cos it sounded hardcore. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9kzcdVIkI/AAAAAAAAA2M/qXrnvi1_fz8/s1600-h/28072009049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9kzcdVIkI/AAAAAAAAA2M/qXrnvi1_fz8/s400/28072009049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363616516196868674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nerd Try-Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/28072009055-horz.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jaja &amp;amp; Ieka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9l_oCU7mI/AAAAAAAAA2c/M18zjXE_hxc/s1600-h/28072009735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9l_oCU7mI/AAAAAAAAA2c/M18zjXE_hxc/s400/28072009735.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363617824974892642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9luSOjj1I/AAAAAAAAA2U/mMY6pkjdElo/s1600-h/28072009734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9luSOjj1I/AAAAAAAAA2U/mMY6pkjdElo/s400/28072009734.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363617527062826834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/28072009746.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry guys. I really tried to make it look better but still... our ur eyes ended up to be like Mr. Bean’s teddy bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9mx50jBKI/AAAAAAAAA2k/9wTcbTwk-oY/s1600-h/28072009047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9mx50jBKI/AAAAAAAAA2k/9wTcbTwk-oY/s400/28072009047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363618688742392994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Laksa Lemak. Great deal! Who said I don’t eat laksa. Sini mari.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9nI8b_0tI/AAAAAAAAA2s/J7q-rYfiYfU/s1600-h/28072009059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9nI8b_0tI/AAAAAAAAA2s/J7q-rYfiYfU/s400/28072009059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363619084581720786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just ate this for my dinner since I don’t have big appetite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6622757510297994179-9115632773726818826?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/9115632773726818826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/abecedarians-clique.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/9115632773726818826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/9115632773726818826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/abecedarians-clique.html' title='Abecedarian’s Clique'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm9kCtT3gfI/AAAAAAAAA18/QsEREQskG1k/s72-c/28072009723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-9180559977755117380</id><published>2009-07-27T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:01:17.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anachronism in Modern Warfare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm6E5Hv6FPI/AAAAAAAAA1M/EM_8AJriviU/s1600-h/13072008(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm6E5Hv6FPI/AAAAAAAAA1M/EM_8AJriviU/s400/13072008(018).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363370323112236274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship is an anachronism in modern warfare because it’s hard to find an everlasting friend, the person who always be on your special day; your birthday, your graduation, any of your family’s funeral procession including your wedding day. Just look further my reader…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you satisfy of how your friend treating you? Well, if you don’t, advice is very effective to carve a little remembrance. I always did that, that’s why I keep my friend close. For me, my friend acts as my defense. Surely, I have a good defense. Once, when people attacked me, my friend comes to be the Combo Attack. Thus I stayed strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to write this like an appreciation to someone but I really don’t understand one of my friends (use to be). It’s a he. I really think he was such a good companion, mostly I shared my problem with him, ask him in any making decision phase. But now, he really put a distance from me. I don’t mind about it but it was awkward cos I used to have his text that he likes this person and that person. Well, he is cheesy. Lol. But end up being single jugak. Sigh…. I asked him WHAT’s UP? He clarified me with confusing answer. I accepted whatever answer he gave, at least he tried… case settled :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 minutes, he wanted to far away. I said okay. Then he said you don’t know what I mean, I mean we should stay away from each other. Again I said okay. I can’t force people to keep a good amity. It’s tacit; understood without being openly expressed. Lastly, I confessed something I did behind his back which I told my friend that he hold my hand in the cinema. It’s seemed like a sexual harassment. Lol. I told him cos I wanted to apologize since we were not friend anymore in upcoming second. But all he did was to be friend with me back?????????!!!!! Man…….. ur confusing; spinning like a top. I can’t handle that drama due I was running out of lines. I shut the door of begging. Ignored him and I called my friend on the phone, laughed about this pathetic miserable guy who I used to list him in one of my fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: Think before you SAY cos the consequences would influence your life wholly. I’m not a bad people. Vice versa, I’m the person who opens for only first SAY. Plus being ‘I’ is not a peccadillo. Tongue has the highest potential to burry friendly sentiment in sand. My advice is “Don’t chew your MIND till your tongue bites the taste. The taste might be deceiving”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-9180559977755117380?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/9180559977755117380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/anachronism-in-modern-warfare.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/9180559977755117380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/9180559977755117380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/anachronism-in-modern-warfare.html' title='Anachronism in Modern Warfare'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sm6E5Hv6FPI/AAAAAAAAA1M/EM_8AJriviU/s72-c/13072008(018).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-8647353676033074279</id><published>2009-07-26T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T08:41:03.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perpetuates The Myth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Smv8ssvDjjI/AAAAAAAAAz8/uMR_S9IiXg4/s1600-h/24072009015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Smv8ssvDjjI/AAAAAAAAAz8/uMR_S9IiXg4/s400/24072009015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362657626167676466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the ferry, bored.. the scene was too loud; the crying baby n screaming children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Been to Langkawi was like living in a myth of your own. I naturally want to prolong my existence there but my parent made it short due to their busy-things-to-do. Thought it wud be the perfect getaway but I was wrong. “Hey! Keep it positive dear Aliph cos at least you had fun being the only child went to Langkawi with abah &amp;amp; mama. LOL". &lt;--- Excess of positiveness…&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Smv-BuUSp7I/AAAAAAAAA0U/by_BeUzZi3M/s1600-h/25072009040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Smv-BuUSp7I/AAAAAAAAA0U/by_BeUzZi3M/s400/25072009040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362659086881171378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arrived at the Jetty. The smell of sea really turned me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chronologically, abah n I were 2 hours early for our ferry to Langkawi. I was pissed off cos I was bored waiting for the ferry, I’d rather go there swimming or by boat cos 2 hours such a long hours. I mad at abah due to time management!!! Randomly, Abah n I stared at down syndrome kid. Abah asked me, “Why these kids (down syndrome children) look a same?” I was mad at abah so I was so lazy to think and I answered “I don’t know, that’s y they retarded” DUSH…. (the sound effect of knocking on my head from the fatherhood). Haha… So funny when I started to remember my bimbo answer; fucking madly rude right…   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finalmente (Mia taught me); we safely arrived and headed to the hotel. Oh, my mom already at the hotel, so we went “jejak kasih” there lah. Nothing much I did here. I went dinner with abah before watching movie. I watched movie alone. I’ve been thinking of my sayang and dangg.. I was horney. ROFL. Bodo la ko alif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmwBQ_1IJBI/AAAAAAAAA0k/b0H_Y6nPPFQ/s1600-h/25072009026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmwBQ_1IJBI/AAAAAAAAA0k/b0H_Y6nPPFQ/s400/25072009026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362662647815218194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Duty free. Cheap ma... i told my non-Muslim friend bout the price. They totally going wild till want me to buy for them. Sorry guys. Muka x cukup KAFIR. ROFL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmwBQigUk_I/AAAAAAAAA0c/JH5knAFVyn4/s1600-h/25072009028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmwBQigUk_I/AAAAAAAAA0c/JH5knAFVyn4/s400/25072009028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362662639943324658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I forgot to snap some of cigarettes and chocolates. One dozen of box cost like 51 bucks. Grrrrr. Stock for the life time. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Imma indolent and supine to finish this entry thus I make it short cos all I did was shopping). On our way back home, the heat was unbearable. I sweat a lot even my butt crack start to skid. LMAO. While queuing to get into the ferry, there was one old guy, he is smelly; hard to imagine how he smelled like… and I accidentally said “BUSUK GILER KO”. Fuck! I really thought I said in my heart but it was spoken out very well. He looked toward by turning head at me. I covered it up by talking in the phone. Pheuw, thank god I’m smart but still too smart to say it out loud. Ayoyo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmwEzxY5MNI/AAAAAAAAA00/w9_PTDBxXbQ/s1600-h/25072009041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmwEzxY5MNI/AAAAAAAAA00/w9_PTDBxXbQ/s400/25072009041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362666543769006290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid Annoying Face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmwEzUSqb-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/64NYdGmCHSU/s1600-h/25072009044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmwEzUSqb-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/64NYdGmCHSU/s400/25072009044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362666535958245346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The Producer" if u know what i mean. LMAO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Smv-BXu_rXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ktaYalj04Ok/s1600-h/24072009023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Smv-BXu_rXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ktaYalj04Ok/s400/24072009023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362659080819158386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going Home. Au Revoir'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*FUNNY THINGS, I found in LANGKAWI*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmwGYoBZzfI/AAAAAAAAA1E/yc-h41K6EBY/s1600-h/25072009029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmwGYoBZzfI/AAAAAAAAA1E/yc-h41K6EBY/s400/25072009029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362668276421348850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bonsai are undefined. I can’t even guess what each of it except for ONE. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmwGYZmhokI/AAAAAAAAA08/jx68TPD2Zm4/s1600-h/25072009030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmwGYZmhokI/AAAAAAAAA08/jx68TPD2Zm4/s400/25072009030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362668272550519362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I barely suffocate looking at this pill. I was laughing. PAYUDA??? N the boobs were ZOOM! No collagen weyh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-8647353676033074279?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8647353676033074279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/perpetuates-myth_26.html#comment-form' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8647353676033074279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8647353676033074279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/perpetuates-myth_26.html' title='Perpetuates The Myth'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Smv8ssvDjjI/AAAAAAAAAz8/uMR_S9IiXg4/s72-c/24072009015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-3307220127797314122</id><published>2009-07-25T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T01:38:44.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Empheral of Julyfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday the 17th. &lt;br /&gt;Officially I bailed from ‘academic jail’ for 2 weeks. Pheuw… I was into it until I skipped my whole class on that Friday &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/10.gif" /&gt;. See! How excited I can be. Lol. Otay otay. I promise that it would be the last time I play truancy. I stay over at my friend’s house b4 going back to Perlis. I really want to fulfill my last moratoriums. After my friend fetched me at the bus station, I was depleted thus I took a moment to recharge at home for one whole day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;I went out to Mid Valley with my sayang, supposedly I booked two tickets of Harry Potter at 2 but it was burnt to time since I woke up a little too late. My bad.. I still can’t break my cute habit. We managed to watch that particular movie in the midnight. Yeah… Aliff can……. Hurm, I can’t remember on which day, but I guess Saturday, we went to Pavillion. I browse some couple of good things to buy soon. Most of the goods on SALE, hella nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the 19th.&lt;br /&gt;Acaf going back to Perlis at 11 pm, I met him &amp;amp; Hakim in the evening. Accompany him for a “little” shopping. You know how little Acaf shopped when stuck in the middle of SALE. Suddenly, Acaf’s Prada monster crawling into me; I happened to buy watch and belt. Geez… I was poor over watch and belt. Ayoyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday the 20th.&lt;br /&gt;My friend went to Mount Kinabalu for back and forth trip. I was bored. I went to café for brunch. Oh ya, I hanged out with Edy, He was there too. I shared jokes with him. He even laughed at my peculiarity. Ceh…After that, I went home. Continue to hibernate till twilight maps on earth. My friend took me for appetizing seafood. I really love those butter prawn dishes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday the 21st.&lt;br /&gt;It was my last day in kL before I went home sweet home. Hence, I ought to do something fun with my love. When my love mentioned about Sunway, zooop… menthol on a head, ice-skating… It was such a great day, I laughed looking at my love trying to stable on that slippery mirror-like floor. Freaking cute! I gripped and hold hand but still my syg trying to get me down. No No No, I can’t lose my balance. I’m a beast in skate. Groar! In the end, we separated. I’m so going to miss my other heart though. I was emo for awhile before swallowing my happy pill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-3307220127797314122?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3307220127797314122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/empheral-of-julyfly.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3307220127797314122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3307220127797314122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/empheral-of-julyfly.html' title='The Empheral of Julyfly'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-504209475081157570</id><published>2009-07-23T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:59:06.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catastrophe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Smi_XLnL6sI/AAAAAAAAAzk/44v5e5OBowg/s1600-h/23072009005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Smi_XLnL6sI/AAAAAAAAAzk/44v5e5OBowg/s400/23072009005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361745761359620802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Totally ignored here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was such a fine day. I woke up in the morning; saw Acaf on the next bed with his watery mouth drooling then I looked to my left at the clock n it was 9.30 AM. Ceh…. Another plan had been cancelled, not purposely~. Acaf and I were planning for a good jog since both of us tend to be a couple of fat twin. LOL. I have to stay in shape cos I had a nightmare where;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human 1: Hey! How to differentiate that twin huh?&lt;br /&gt;Human 2: ohhhh. Piece a cake~ Aliph is FATTER than Acaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sounds insane yet paranoid. Hahaha. I fucked those two human in the end. ROFL. Today, Acaf fetched Sara at Uitm with me. We went for a lunch. Acaf’s generous. Next, Acaf &amp;amp; I accompanied Sara to the bank since she wanted to withdraw some money. While waiting, I saw a money-box outside the bank, without counting my money, I generously donated to the fund n there is one skullcap folk said Thanks to me. I donated him with a smile too. When I took a leave, he saw my earring n looked at me differently. Acaf told me his reaction. I made this face &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/22.gif" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pierce is like a permanent fool. It’s not like I’m a badass if I pierced my ear. Ayoyo.  On our way to send Sara to the Uitm, Acaf hit the traffic light pillar. It was Acaf’s first accident. I’m so proud of him. LOL. He tried to kill me though. Thank god all of us safe except to this man’s creature; the car. His face like Janice Dickinson, like been wrecked by giant transformer. Geez… actually not that bad. Just a small dent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, both of us afraid to inform our mom &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/42.gif" /&gt;. Fuck, y I should be nervous. It’s not my fault. I was nearly dragged to hell kot. HAHAHA. My mom wasn’t ramp, she was shocked. Later my mom made cucur for a tea-time. I was like “huh! Why my mom act such normal”. She even cooks for us. For a second, I thought she might wanna celebrate Acaf’s first accident &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/24.gif" /&gt;. Yeay &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/36.gif" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmjAGXEoQmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/DLJx7ami9IY/s1600-h/23072009002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmjAGXEoQmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/DLJx7ami9IY/s400/23072009002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361746571889754722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmjAc4Z-NMI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5w6AIK5uIjc/s1600-h/23072009003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmjAc4Z-NMI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5w6AIK5uIjc/s400/23072009003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361746958794765506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay. enough. no more shoot. i'm not mend to b a photographer. grrr. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-504209475081157570?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/504209475081157570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/catastrophe.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/504209475081157570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/504209475081157570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/catastrophe.html' title='Catastrophe'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Smi_XLnL6sI/AAAAAAAAAzk/44v5e5OBowg/s72-c/23072009005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1797485443436952956</id><published>2009-07-22T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:37:14.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smarmy Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmdY_H6X7NI/AAAAAAAAAzE/GZwNQXT3I9E/s1600-h/PICT0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmdY_H6X7NI/AAAAAAAAAzE/GZwNQXT3I9E/s400/PICT0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361351722886753490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was excessively or unctuously flattering about going home to Perlis. Seat on the hard leather chair for pretty 6 hours sort of tortured me. That wasn’t enough cos’ old peep seated next to me smelled like laksa. I was bloated thus; don’t expect me to crave for that pungent aroma. Sigh… I’m home now, I don’t servile anymore. I have to take a good charm of being homey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/22.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Ok. that motivation word might doesn’t work. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I must start to illuminate myself by doing some stuff on the first day in Perlis. Hence, I rang Ieka and as usually she fetched me for a late lunch with Jaja. We started to share our first experience living in college. Mostly were funny junk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/34.gif" /&gt;. After finish dealing with our stomach, they sent Acaf n I home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins still hunger of having fun so I suggested Acaf to drive us to the seashore. Sipping the cold breeze really free my mind and cure my longing to someone I put my heart to. Such a relieve man… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night, one queen and two of her prince went out for a dinner. The king got abandoned by us since he was not at home. Miss u abah. Hohoho. My mom can’t cook cos my dad renovates our house so the condition of our house kinda dusty and look like a shipwreck. Ceh……….. Here are the picture taken beside the seashore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmdZ8p4iDTI/AAAAAAAAAzM/i6s92jGqxFg/s1600-h/PICT0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmdZ8p4iDTI/AAAAAAAAAzM/i6s92jGqxFg/s400/PICT0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361352779977854258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmdaXlGgXEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Z8z4QG0qh7I/s1600-h/PICT0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmdaXlGgXEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/Z8z4QG0qh7I/s400/PICT0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361353242550754370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmdbFgRQynI/AAAAAAAAAzc/O4zZBntvbYc/s1600-h/PICT0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmdbFgRQynI/AAAAAAAAAzc/O4zZBntvbYc/s400/PICT0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361354031527676530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/PICT0059-vert.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-1797485443436952956?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1797485443436952956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/smarmy-me.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1797485443436952956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1797485443436952956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/smarmy-me.html' title='Smarmy Me'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SmdY_H6X7NI/AAAAAAAAAzE/GZwNQXT3I9E/s72-c/PICT0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-3033669155464015803</id><published>2009-07-13T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:34:40.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About equinoctial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlvxoToJrOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/QP-_W7YpLOM/s1600-h/DSC_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlvxoToJrOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/QP-_W7YpLOM/s400/DSC_0230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358141856453078242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend was such a near-perfect days for me. I spent most every clock tickling with my bird. Such relieve after I have to bear with all the love deficiency due to my bird were in another equinox. It's fine with me, having distant relationship. Mental plays the large percentage to empower the love. Well, Mental too who makes the love potion so knock your head people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact if I marry this bird. I could turn fat though because I have to suffer of being force to eat like a LOTTTTTTT. What a dietary demon~ Rofl. I think my bird trying to make me huggable =]. That night and day was untold, hard to picture in a word but it’s easy to imagine in fantasy. Woah… wake up aliph! U floating too high! man…  &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/8.gif" /&gt;. stop stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bird told me that there is a guy in facebook use my picture. It tickle my ass like crazy cos I wouldn’t think that there would be another me. Gosh, I’m triplet yaw!!! I told acaf about this and cool I am popular than him. Again Aliph! U floating too high!&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Slv6-z6CuqI/AAAAAAAAAyk/_uoOa7M7fJM/s1600-h/cvb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Slv6-z6CuqI/AAAAAAAAAyk/_uoOa7M7fJM/s400/cvb.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358152138679827106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-3033669155464015803?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3033669155464015803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-equinoctial.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3033669155464015803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3033669155464015803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-equinoctial.html' title='About equinoctial'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlvxoToJrOI/AAAAAAAAAyc/QP-_W7YpLOM/s72-c/DSC_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-2076438345661770234</id><published>2009-07-07T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:39:07.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horologes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlOVkhQE9rI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/zZ-Ac6yd5rk/s1600-h/IMG+275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlOVkhQE9rI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/zZ-Ac6yd5rk/s400/IMG+275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355788836507285170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Refer to number 17. see! i used to have boobies. well. now i have tough chest man... Oh ya. I'm not a guy who control my macho hence this picture is a WHORE JOKE. ROFL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I’m taking a rest from studying. I was blinded by a huge family of numbers -__-. Looking at watch and it reminds me of my upcoming two weeks holiday. Day pacing by to hail divine events and I take a chance to plant some new exquisite things to do. Hope it wud be a tree by that period time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Staying over at friend’s place for temporarily before I pack my ass to Perlis&lt;br /&gt;2. Meet all my best and good friends&lt;br /&gt;3. Meet new people =]&lt;br /&gt;4. Go for ice-skating and fact that no one wants to accompany me =(&lt;br /&gt;5. Holiday with my mom to Langkawi (good time to indulge with her)&lt;br /&gt;6. Karaoke (I haven’t tested my potential and talent for 3 months. I bet my voice getting good by now. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;7. Sushi (pleasure my taste bud with Japanese goods)&lt;br /&gt;8. Clubbing (no alcohol intake this time but just dance. I promise!)&lt;br /&gt;9. Wall-climbing&lt;br /&gt;10. Photography ain’t a miss. I need new default. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;11. Shopping (condition: if I have money. I mean a lot of them)&lt;br /&gt;12. Webcam-ing in my room with excessive food next to me&lt;br /&gt;13. Study (nah……)&lt;br /&gt;14. Pizza (I don’t know why pizza in the list. I’m hungry at this hour kot)&lt;br /&gt;15. Having a new phone. Currently I use very cheap phone and I hate it cos I feel poor.&lt;br /&gt;16. Will think a lot of new sarcastic jeer cos recently people around me making fun of my pencil dick. Geez….. at least it is not a crayon.&lt;br /&gt;17. Work out a bit… I look fat. It don’t fit my hunk face (fuck u aliph. Who gives u that title anyway. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;18. Help my abah to decorate the house and make it look like new born&lt;br /&gt;19. Babysitting new baby (I want to give some love to my brother’s new daughter; Aimi Balkish. Welcome to the Jamaludin’s. sister……)&lt;br /&gt;20. Shit…. I have no idea. I really want to make it 20. Brain freeze……&lt;/span&gt;&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/6622757510297994179-2076438345661770234?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2076438345661770234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/horologes.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2076438345661770234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2076438345661770234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/horologes.html' title='Horologes'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlOVkhQE9rI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/zZ-Ac6yd5rk/s72-c/IMG+275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-8770162221858767857</id><published>2009-07-06T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T04:55:31.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moratorium to Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlHirbISAzI/AAAAAAAAAyA/8AQ526fHcwU/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlHirbISAzI/AAAAAAAAAyA/8AQ526fHcwU/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355310667564974898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next week, I’m going to face my mid-semester exam. Sincerely, I wasn’t that timid cos I think I have enough time to sum up the chapter and be the BRAINER. Still, I’m going back this week and stay over at my old friend’s house. I don’t want to burden anyone besides him. LOL. If I am a wise ass, I shouldn’t go back but he promised me that he will keep his motherhood on me. Double HAHA. Hence, I said “SURE……”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s wait the update soon. By the way, I miss my bird so freaking much. I don’t have the power to stop thinking about it. It might cast some spell on me till I feel too peculiar about it. Equable, remain, consistent, definitive, determinate, steady and fixed THRILL. Every time I went to sleep, it hugs my dream and make it sensation (don’t u dare to think about that Mr. n Ms.). Obviously it is my true nature sentiment. Love you. Sorry. I can’t meet u that much but do remember the fact that:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“BIRD ALWAYS RETURNS TO IT’S NEST”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-8770162221858767857?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8770162221858767857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/moratorium-to-vision.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8770162221858767857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8770162221858767857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/moratorium-to-vision.html' title='Moratorium to Vision'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlHirbISAzI/AAAAAAAAAyA/8AQ526fHcwU/s72-c/DSC_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-8311830184623607760</id><published>2009-07-05T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:31:51.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping New Hairstyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlDQ1qBFjtI/AAAAAAAAAxg/-BX3rs_nPis/s1600-h/SNC01213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlDQ1qBFjtI/AAAAAAAAAxg/-BX3rs_nPis/s400/SNC01213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355009577174011602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn’t plan to go home last week but at very last 2 hours, I decided to go for it since my parent wanted me to go for an interview in Seremban for private college. Friday the 3rd was my bad hair day, thus I went to One Utama to chop my hair. I asked Aiman to accompany me cos I knew the fact that OU is his 2nd house (toilet 4th floor! HAHAHA. Got you). He picked me at Kelana Jaya n on our way to OU, I annoyed and test his anger. Fun cos I’m purely good in acting. Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly we met Acaf &amp;amp; friends there but their asses stuck at KLCC. Ergh… Acaf really love to change his plan to last minute. Back to the story, Aiman and I had our lunch at Secret Recipe since I don’t want to eat Kenny Rogers, Nandos, Fish &amp;amp; Co. and all mcD’s kind of food. My tank was full. Then, I shopped my new hairstyle (just same hair-do like people I expect. LOL) while Aiman go for a gym moment. Done! Home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went home, I met Capek for a very good 15 minutes. He is my good friend. Woah, I felt a little bit sad cos it is impossible to update him everything in 7 month within 15 minutes. Grrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlDUrWLU8qI/AAAAAAAAAx4/VE5Osz7Vvnw/s1600-h/SNC01206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlDUrWLU8qI/AAAAAAAAAx4/VE5Osz7Vvnw/s400/SNC01206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355013798096073378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Aiman! cos ur camera made me look so pretty........ especially at the lips part. ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlDUrD_2R4I/AAAAAAAAAxw/falP0e4iSeE/s1600-h/SNC01208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlDUrD_2R4I/AAAAAAAAAxw/falP0e4iSeE/s400/SNC01208.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355013793216087938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First trial with a new hairstyle. okay... 70% WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlDUqqYfdLI/AAAAAAAAAxo/EkeMqM0kMHE/s1600-h/SNC01209(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlDUqqYfdLI/AAAAAAAAAxo/EkeMqM0kMHE/s400/SNC01209(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355013786340127922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd trial; GOD SEXY.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-8311830184623607760?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8311830184623607760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping-new-hairstyle.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8311830184623607760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8311830184623607760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping-new-hairstyle.html' title='Shopping New Hairstyle'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SlDQ1qBFjtI/AAAAAAAAAxg/-BX3rs_nPis/s72-c/SNC01213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1119750289884406499</id><published>2009-07-01T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T05:50:19.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Hierarchy of my Heart’s Chamber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. The One I put my belief and soul; God&lt;br /&gt;2. The who sacrificed to propagate and preach; The prophet&lt;br /&gt;3. The warrior who taught me how to live in moderation; Abah &amp;amp; Mama&lt;br /&gt;4. The thick protection and care from them; The Abg, Kakak &amp;amp; twin&lt;br /&gt;5. The Non-boundary love partner; Sayang&lt;br /&gt;6. The who used to share life with; The X’s&lt;br /&gt;7. The supporter who exhale a lot of advice and understand me; The Bestfriend &amp;amp; Good Friend&lt;br /&gt;8. The fertilizer that bloom me and fresh me; The Teacher&lt;br /&gt;9. The Entire People in who forbid me from doing unspeakable devilish action; The Friend&lt;br /&gt;10. The Animal with no romantic description. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/ujio.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/koiupl.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/fasnaf.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/fre.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh ya. i miss to webcam with my friend and doing cute face and stupid thing or MAKAN! I MISS YOU especially Mya. Sorry guys, girl always got the golden words. ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/?action=view&amp;amp;current=afnagiu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/afnagiu.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-1119750289884406499?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1119750289884406499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-10-hierarchy-of-my-hearts-chamber.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1119750289884406499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1119750289884406499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/07/top-10-hierarchy-of-my-hearts-chamber.html' title='Top 10 Hierarchy of my Heart’s Chamber'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-810002292212938885</id><published>2009-06-30T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:58:15.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True or False</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Skon7KUzZMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/_r4FPhWIuJQ/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Skon7KUzZMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/_r4FPhWIuJQ/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353135004420629698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my 100th entries and I slightly changed my blog url cos there’s a stray dog around this compound and it barked at me due to my action. Sigh…. Deaf Mr. aliph deaf. Anyway, I really had fun on last weekends. I spent my every second with my sovereign (S)… We went watching movie; Blood. We were holding hands tightly and comfortable ourselves in the cinema like romantic newlywed. The progression of our love keep rising till it reaches 110%. We won’t end that night by watching movie and spoil our tummy with burger and fish &amp;amp; chips but I gave S, the perfect kiss on the cheek before both of us separated on that night. (Well, I don’t want to be rushing if I kiss S at "somewhere" else cos I’m no fucking perv in hell. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the hot day of Saturday, we went to Zoo Negara. I don’t know why we dated there but truthfully we are animal lover. I carved my smile looking at S playing with the animal. I enjoyed looking at S than rather look at the animal even the elephant tried to seek my attention. Sorry man… I’m so in love. Next, S starved for porridge but when we were on the scene, S forced me to eat every dish. Gosh. I could be fat if I marry to this person. Seriously, i was suffocated with foodsssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the good part but I don’t want to bed-time story directly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to all of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; so let’s choose which are true and false. If you knew me through personality, surely it wud be easy for the answer. What are the consequences??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. I went to S’s house to prepare for the night?&lt;br /&gt;2. We kissed???&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to Pdot’s Condo to take my bag in the evening?&lt;br /&gt;4. Having our heavy supper?&lt;br /&gt;5. Met S’s friends. They asked about me =] ???&lt;br /&gt;6. We were slept on the same bed??? MAMAMAMAMA!&lt;br /&gt;7. S made me a breakfast on the other day?&lt;br /&gt;8. Clearly, here is the true part. We always sarcastic each other and comforts each other~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. We went to Petaling Street?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. We r in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Choose wisely. The answers are varies… Call me. Text me. Ym me. For the answer. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-810002292212938885?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/810002292212938885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-or-false.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/810002292212938885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/810002292212938885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/true-or-false.html' title='True or False'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Skon7KUzZMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/_r4FPhWIuJQ/s72-c/DSC_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-3969128728661142433</id><published>2009-06-24T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:48:29.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F*ck the History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkH-nM-MrbI/AAAAAAAAAxA/VJibUo5lzMU/s1600-h/x.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkH-nM-MrbI/AAAAAAAAAxA/VJibUo5lzMU/s400/x.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350837781743316402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I exhaled the past. I inhaled the future. Blend it with my soul so I’m blind from looking behind. Take the fact that everyone hates HISTORY. Terrorized them! I’ll keep it such a skeleton in the cupboard. I asked my friend attached with humble feeling. Why I am so choosy when it comes to love. I really shut the door of opinion if I made a wrong decision. Should I go for people who care bout me in the beginning? Should I go for people who used to hurt me in the middle? Or should I go for people who really want me in the very last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty unsure of what I want. I kept my answer in a bottle of silent. Even the person pushed me for an immediate answer. I could only afford to be a doll. Hurm… I miss someone so much but everything change. Non-clingy-type is gone. I guess I need to talk. I need to lungs out my feeling as to clarify every detail on a fabric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my new lover, it takes time. I don’t want to get charge of searching a rebound. So let’s evaluate of what we had sayang. I like you though. Even we are far apart. I’m watching you from another eye. I am the sky and you are the bird; travel to many variation of places. I’m still not change like sun, moon, star or cloud cos I patiently wait and loyal tou. Hear to your voice is such a feeling. I feel secure. The deep vibration unites to forms the sound which comforts my eardrum. I don’t give a piece of mind anymore to who-seperates-us. I will try to eliminate of thinking the impossible cos I’m going to make it possible. I’m maybe young and weak but my experience stand my feet onto ground but now I’m floating with your love….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-3969128728661142433?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3969128728661142433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/fck-history.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3969128728661142433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3969128728661142433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/fck-history.html' title='F*ck the History'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkH-nM-MrbI/AAAAAAAAAxA/VJibUo5lzMU/s72-c/x.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-2785337989801894423</id><published>2009-06-23T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T03:31:50.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AquaMan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCt6kMg5QI/AAAAAAAAAwo/SFwTUzwQp9s/s1600-h/e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCt6kMg5QI/AAAAAAAAAwo/SFwTUzwQp9s/s400/e.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350467578976331010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up in the morning. Sale my hair with shiny spray n made me as good as prince. All of sudden, Pdot wanted me to wet myself since he needed to do his assignment which about I-don’t-know-how-to-explain but I do know that he have to capture the water splashing. So I helped him. Super exhausted though. Well, for the first 1 hour period, Pdot left me in the pool cos he went to market to buy batteries. I was in the pool waiting for him till my shameful little dick shrinking. My fingertips were wrinkled too. Grrr. After that shoot, I felt a bit feverish and surely I caught up with fever and dizziness. Thanks pdot. I love u so much!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCulJVLNEI/AAAAAAAAAww/tTMDDmdAexc/s1600-h/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCulJVLNEI/AAAAAAAAAww/tTMDDmdAexc/s400/page3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350468310499275842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCulc_bqZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/FmeZPbFKrRQ/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCulc_bqZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/FmeZPbFKrRQ/s400/page.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350468315776788882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-2785337989801894423?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2785337989801894423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/aquaman.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2785337989801894423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2785337989801894423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/aquaman.html' title='AquaMan'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCt6kMg5QI/AAAAAAAAAwo/SFwTUzwQp9s/s72-c/e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-5289444052044306654</id><published>2009-06-23T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T03:02:02.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turntables</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCdNLD4CLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/L49U6TI8HC0/s1600-h/DSC_0820edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCdNLD4CLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/L49U6TI8HC0/s400/DSC_0820edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350449206949054642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just a quickie on last Saturday, hang out with my best friend, Dann; who back from Medan n new good friend, Fath; who got his butt from Beijing. I was bored at Pdot’s place n I messaged Dann since I miss him though. Met Dann n Fath at KLCC. I planned for small shopping but it went to break my ass off. Such a good day. I love hanging out with Dann by the poolside; talking n talking. Lastly, there were two arab guy seek on us. He really offered a dick. He asked me whether I’m gay. HAHAHAHA. Well, rationally; ear piercing, good looking and shopping bag. Yeah. My fault. Hohoho. Don’t laugh u bodo. Enjoy the pic! For more exclusive story on that day. View &lt;a href="http://dannkepoh.blogspot.com/2009/06/fad-2.html"&gt;Dann&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://fath07.blogspot.com/2009/06/aliph-g-dann.html"&gt;Fath&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCfrdm97qI/AAAAAAAAAvY/144lSGRDuwc/s1600-h/DSC_0819edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCfrdm97qI/AAAAAAAAAvY/144lSGRDuwc/s400/DSC_0819edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350451926347411106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like Mira Said: Wolverine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCg-E6QaZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/xDhnbSyaArY/s1600-h/DSC_0840edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCg-E6QaZI/AAAAAAAAAvw/xDhnbSyaArY/s400/DSC_0840edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350453345646569874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dann#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCg97pidZI/AAAAAAAAAvo/2Y3MzxK4rQs/s1600-h/DSC_0839edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCg97pidZI/AAAAAAAAAvo/2Y3MzxK4rQs/s400/DSC_0839edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350453343160530322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dann #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCg9cQskDI/AAAAAAAAAvg/EH8ecZwz_cw/s1600-h/DSC_0837edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCg9cQskDI/AAAAAAAAAvg/EH8ecZwz_cw/s400/DSC_0837edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350453334734835762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fath =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCkEA9_8FI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6XF3pyN9Cjw/s1600-h/DSC_0811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCkEA9_8FI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6XF3pyN9Cjw/s400/DSC_0811.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350456746202624082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having late lunch at Old Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCkD4k14-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/CQ7o8TDb5e8/s1600-h/DSC_0864edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCkD4k14-I/AAAAAAAAAwI/CQ7o8TDb5e8/s400/DSC_0864edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350456743949624290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCkDkTH5eI/AAAAAAAAAwA/aqC9bfW_GMw/s1600-h/DSC_0865edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCkDkTH5eI/AAAAAAAAAwA/aqC9bfW_GMw/s400/DSC_0865edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350456738506597858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCkDSJD4BI/AAAAAAAAAv4/o-e01cvzp1g/s1600-h/DSC_0867edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCkDSJD4BI/AAAAAAAAAv4/o-e01cvzp1g/s400/DSC_0867edited.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350456733632552978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frustration of buying wrong shoes. Taken by Fath. =E. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCmUstZstI/AAAAAAAAAwY/7CLpP4bBXsI/s1600-h/DSC_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCmUstZstI/AAAAAAAAAwY/7CLpP4bBXsI/s400/DSC_0870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350459231845331666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing New Earing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCmUxKFt1I/AAAAAAAAAwg/2B6kKtxaF4I/s1600-h/DSC_0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCmUxKFt1I/AAAAAAAAAwg/2B6kKtxaF4I/s400/DSC_0896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350459233039398738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On call =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-5289444052044306654?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5289444052044306654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/turntables.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5289444052044306654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5289444052044306654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/turntables.html' title='Turntables'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SkCdNLD4CLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/L49U6TI8HC0/s72-c/DSC_0820edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-4453651727002162811</id><published>2009-06-21T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:48:39.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditional Chinese Small Shit Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sj8KO1YxSQI/AAAAAAAAAuo/RCxXkJ9Nzz8/s1600-h/Bambam+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sj8KO1YxSQI/AAAAAAAAAuo/RCxXkJ9Nzz8/s400/Bambam+045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350006132304857346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Updating from Friday, I went home to kL, stayed over at Pdot’s Condo since its going to be easy for me to catch the bus on Sunday. It was such a hectic blizzard day for me. I can’t hug the quality time to comfy my tummy. I skipped my bfast n lunch. Thus, I met Aiman soon after I reached kL, my stomach was grumbling, I felt dizzy less in 4 hours. Still. Aiman forced me to wear the safety belt even I refuse to cos I’m in pain. The fucking clothed safety belt pushed my stomach though. We were fighting about wearing a safety belt. Hahaha. Then, we were fighthing about traditional Chinese small shit medicine which I forgot the name. LOL. Completely absurdly Childish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sj8Kk4szgVI/AAAAAAAAAuw/93OOVvMhsJg/s1600-h/Bambam+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sj8Kk4szgVI/AAAAAAAAAuw/93OOVvMhsJg/s400/Bambam+039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350006511151317330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fish n Co. having dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went to Ami’s house for awhile, I wanted to take the slippers because my feet hurtssss and need a spacey air to breathe. Lol. Next, we rushed to OU, and MAKAN. God. I feel so much relieved. I’m happy! Continue with movie; The Last House on the Left. Okay la. Not that good and a bit bad. Lol. the ends~ Aiman send me to kL sentral. Oh ya. I forgot to take the slippers. Geez…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sj8LYaql21I/AAAAAAAAAvI/crM-_f2ibRI/s1600-h/Bambam+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sj8LYaql21I/AAAAAAAAAvI/crM-_f2ibRI/s400/Bambam+032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350007396442168146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sj8LYWTGBNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/-pp2h4v2kwE/s1600-h/Bambam+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sj8LYWTGBNI/AAAAAAAAAvA/-pp2h4v2kwE/s400/Bambam+033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350007395269870802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sj8LYK7_lgI/AAAAAAAAAu4/4m5SJm2QZOU/s1600-h/Bambam+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sj8LYK7_lgI/AAAAAAAAAu4/4m5SJm2QZOU/s400/Bambam+041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350007392220190210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-4453651727002162811?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4453651727002162811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/traditional-chinese-small-shit-medicine.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4453651727002162811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4453651727002162811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/traditional-chinese-small-shit-medicine.html' title='Traditional Chinese Small Shit Medicine'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sj8KO1YxSQI/AAAAAAAAAuo/RCxXkJ9Nzz8/s72-c/Bambam+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1855895282137771336</id><published>2009-06-17T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:16:29.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon-to-Be in a Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjjV2Q2cUAI/AAAAAAAAAug/ER3CC2EKYfc/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjjV2Q2cUAI/AAAAAAAAAug/ER3CC2EKYfc/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348259685715431426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I’m extra ready to hold a new heart to harvest and make the love blooming to the roots… I do flirts a lot. I was being shallow, asking numbers, giving numbers, talking “numbers” and messaging to every potential soon-to-be lover. And this regret I got accustomed to. On the bright side; I don’t snatch other’s lover cos I’m the type who respects other’s relationship. I will seek another single affordable flower. I had enough to spend too much for one flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indirectly, I interpret n define someone before I ready to say “HEY, I LIKE YOU. I was delayed, I was way-laid. But I did that for a reason. I already broke up with someone. I don’t want to do the searching rebound-networking here. Thus, I need to put much responsibility in making an action. I don’t have enough capacity to remember that. Perhaps, I may do it coincidencely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I maybe found someone. Ahhhhh. Lovestruck! I don’t want to be such a rush but I keep it hush. I’m desirably wanted to commit to that anonymous paramour. I am willing to stop smoking n my minor drinking habit even embedded my pierce if told to do so. See! I need that such of positive charge. Amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I was detained; I was restrained to my HISTORY. My rhythm little neuron played “I still love you, oh, I still love you only slightly, only slightly less than I used to, my love”. I made my decision to restart this poker game but not with the past. Instead with the “nowadays”… I made brick wall outside of my heart. Preventing from candy words and sugary praise… I don’t want to brag about what had been revolved around me but they are like tonnes of people flirting with me. I am loyal! Ask my ex. N she wud told u that I’m nice. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PULL UP MYSELF FROM HERE. Tc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hint of my crush: @$&amp;amp;## ( u can’t break the code)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny story: my sister n I talked bout X’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister: Ergh… ur blog contented such a lot of emo entry&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er…duh~ I know yana for 3 years…&lt;br /&gt;My sister: hey, I was with my ex-bf for 4 years n he didn’t invite me to his wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha. U are pathetic =]&lt;br /&gt;My sister: Whatever. I’m going to marry this year n at least I can buy anything with my own money (while showing her top)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pergh! (I shud buzz her with a good counter attack). but tooo bad for u to wear size 8&lt;br /&gt;My sister: Whatever……..&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahaha. (I win. I win. I win)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-1855895282137771336?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1855895282137771336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/soon-to-be-in-relationship.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1855895282137771336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1855895282137771336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/soon-to-be-in-relationship.html' title='Soon-to-Be in a Relationship'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjjV2Q2cUAI/AAAAAAAAAug/ER3CC2EKYfc/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-3883063077918041209</id><published>2009-06-14T03:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T03:03:46.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water &amp; a Flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjTKYttpSlI/AAAAAAAAAuY/275N-czIHSs/s1600-h/Daniel-Merriweather-Love--War-471222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjTKYttpSlI/AAAAAAAAAuY/275N-czIHSs/s400/Daniel-Merriweather-Love--War-471222.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347121183532337746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those of you who have known Daniel Merriweather for a while may know why I've labeled him as a new artist. His first studio album, The Fifth Season, wasn't released although two singles were, which both charted in Australia back in 2004. Now it's 2009 and the English, Australian born singer is ready to release his 2nd studio album, Love And War. One stand out track from the album is "Water and a Flame" which features Grammy winning UK native, Adele. The song is my favorite from the album and I think it would do very well if released as a future single. I have his full album. I bought it yesterday. I really think my favorite is a good deal in my love life. Here is the lyric. Don’t sing! Understand the lyric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! At the same time, I push myself to look at the high bar that I’m going to shoot someday. Wtf! I’m talking about. Move on Aliph! Search a new body to love. I want to be clingy. Wicked LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Water and a Flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seven days has gone so fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really thought the pain would pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been nearly an hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;since I thought of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But your not answering the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'd settle for a busy tone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At least that I'd know that you're okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A girl like you ain't meant to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Theres nothing else I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now that it's over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's nothing else I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What have I done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;looks like I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is everything really meant to change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess we're like water and a flame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;water and a flame..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm tired of this empty house,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need a drink to get me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A couple more til I forget your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I saw a boy that looked like you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I didn't know quite what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It took a power of will to break my stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I realized what I wanted wasn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Theres nothing else I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now that it's over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's nothing else I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is everything really meant to change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess we're like water and a flame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Water and a flame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daniel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you see me coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I look away, I look away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daniel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And if your mind is made up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I look away, I will look away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daniel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If your worry bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm okay, I'm okay, yes I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daniel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;All this sorrow and this pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is going to go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daniel &amp;amp; Adele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's nothing else I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now that it's over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's nothing else I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What have I done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;looks like I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is everything really meant to change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess we're like water and a flame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Water and a flame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-3883063077918041209?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3883063077918041209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/water-flame.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3883063077918041209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3883063077918041209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/water-flame.html' title='Water &amp; a Flame'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjTKYttpSlI/AAAAAAAAAuY/275N-czIHSs/s72-c/Daniel-Merriweather-Love--War-471222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-5013635552264139580</id><published>2009-06-14T01:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T04:36:10.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Family Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjS4BX6F0QI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/-FvEyyAshCI/s1600-h/pi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjS4BX6F0QI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/-FvEyyAshCI/s400/pi.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347100991332667650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Finest Uncle in the World. (hahaha. no earing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The untold family gathering hid behind my mom’s birthday; where all the family members seating having an exquisite hours together. I feel peculiar and thinking bout eid ul’ fitr season which is the most thing I adore. Before the nite, I went out with Acaf to OU. He wanted to buy this Arab dictionary while I wanted to browse any sovereign shoes that I could find of but the result was NONE. I’m so pissed off till I get extremely emo thus I punished my stomach with Kenny’s. I am future fat people. sigh. Btw I spent my time with Aiman too. We always arguing and quarrelling about something bitch at that time. lol. Idk y, thought that Aiman is so not having great time to entertain me cos I annoyed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjS2tnAucQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/V9aoaGbXQOo/s1600-h/wq.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjS2tnAucQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/V9aoaGbXQOo/s400/wq.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347099552278016258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Aiman and Mr. Fake Henry Golding. lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjS2t0KdmRI/AAAAAAAAAuA/HYF-NUS_ruo/s1600-h/we.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjS2t0KdmRI/AAAAAAAAAuA/HYF-NUS_ruo/s400/we.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347099555808516370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Control my fatty cheek. Maintain2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjS2uLvnmnI/AAAAAAAAAuI/NtZV5DkscLE/s1600-h/wx.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjS2uLvnmnI/AAAAAAAAAuI/NtZV5DkscLE/s400/wx.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347099562138376818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acaf doing his Arab reading&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh ya, I wanted to meet Ami since he was at The Curve with her sisters. Unfortunately, I have to take my feet off from OU within 2 hours since my sister will pick Acaf n I to Putrajaya. Skip n skip. Aiman bought this Koreanish bag at Seed and I have a delirious situation of not wasting my money that I just received from my mom. Hence, I made a strict decision to own a nice bag. I desire of having similar bag like Aiman but I hate being copycat. Then I choose the most bag that metrosexual guy would have. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is before my mom’s celebration. After my mom’s celebration, Pdot, Mimi and Acai took me to Pak Li’s, Shah Alam at 12.45 AM. Acaf was a sleepy pig so he didn’t joined us. Hang out with Saadiah, Harys and others during the scence. Talked about random thing and laughed about specific thing. Pdot! I want the picture. You owe me this ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjS1Ch9QSFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/6hTVIEI76yg/s1600-h/rf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjS1Ch9QSFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/6hTVIEI76yg/s400/rf.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347097712675276882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Left: Future to have second challenger, Future not going to marry to second wife =), future to finish her master, future proud father, Future nice bitch, Future to be in a relationship, Future Husband n Wife. excluded was future lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjS1o5tghVI/AAAAAAAAAto/BdXIVvjg5FI/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjS1o5tghVI/AAAAAAAAAto/BdXIVvjg5FI/s400/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347098371886712146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The baby said: FUCK OUT FLASH LITE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/6622757510297994179-5013635552264139580?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5013635552264139580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/divine-family-tree.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5013635552264139580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5013635552264139580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/divine-family-tree.html' title='Divine Family Tree'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjS4BX6F0QI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/-FvEyyAshCI/s72-c/pi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-5502320686978450876</id><published>2009-06-13T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:02:03.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Starting of Curable Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQc4uqwKxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/oTiRpn5t2ls/s1600-h/qw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQc4uqwKxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/oTiRpn5t2ls/s400/qw.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346930418521221906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I’ve been into a lot of emotion crisis. From being hated by my classmates to the ignorance by my lover. I want to do something fun this weekend after it took like approximately 25 minutes to think of the best solution. LOL. I know! My brain can work in double-quick time than that. Hahaha. It’s weekend thus Acaf, Hakim and I lenses “Drag Me to Hell” at Alamanda. I really love that movie. I don’t know why I cried in the cinema watching this movie. Maybe, because its carry a minor love story. Fuck! I hate lovey dovey scene. Off man…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQdqVELixI/AAAAAAAAAso/q15ROrk7GuE/s1600-h/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQdqVELixI/AAAAAAAAAso/q15ROrk7GuE/s400/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346931270642010898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After cinema, I insisted them to eat since I was almost turning into cannibal. God! I even want to munch my finger. No kidding. I was voracious in a while. Silly me~ Next, we went to take some pictures and laugh about everything happened in our life recently. What a day to prevent myself from any fatuous deed. Like to stay in that kind of lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long time after that. Pdot, Mimi &amp;amp; Acai fetched the twin to mamak’s n went to take pictures AGAIN since Pdot wanted to adjust or test the SLR. At first, I was so lousy and sleepy but I regained my energy and did my way of posing like what I saw in the magazine. Amatuer! I know. hahaha (pdot! give the picture asap. Its going to be my new default)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQehBC96-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/mHVLdRKZeEA/s1600-h/DSC00919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQehBC96-I/AAAAAAAAAsw/mHVLdRKZeEA/s400/DSC00919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346932210161019874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQehYFDbII/AAAAAAAAAs4/C4ltyRltkVQ/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQehYFDbII/AAAAAAAAAs4/C4ltyRltkVQ/s400/DSC00911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346932216343784578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQeiHhBBWI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Z5Akw3obJEw/s1600-h/qd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQeiHhBBWI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Z5Akw3obJEw/s400/qd.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346932229077534050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQeiSW6EUI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6zN1xviaP14/s1600-h/qc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQeiSW6EUI/AAAAAAAAAtI/6zN1xviaP14/s400/qc.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346932231987925314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQeigaZCmI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/N_Imh6KgwmE/s1600-h/qx.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQeigaZCmI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/N_Imh6KgwmE/s400/qx.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346932235760634466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-5502320686978450876?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5502320686978450876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/starting-of-curable-day.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5502320686978450876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5502320686978450876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/starting-of-curable-day.html' title='The Starting of Curable Day'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjQc4uqwKxI/AAAAAAAAAsg/oTiRpn5t2ls/s72-c/qw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-4478367367031352149</id><published>2009-06-11T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:02:54.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ex-girlfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjDR7Yyj9VI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Dyxl56RrabI/s1600-h/SP_A0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjDR7Yyj9VI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Dyxl56RrabI/s400/SP_A0268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346003575885788498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I uploaded this from my usb since I move all of our pictures from my laptop. N I choose the most “friend-to-friend picture” lol. Plus i look straight in this picture. BIG ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really miss her. Thank God, we are still in good condition even as a friend. We are still laughing and teasing at each other. I do call her when I need someone to talk to. She is the only girl who knows me better like she gave me time when I was depressed. She already has a replacement of me. I know that guy. I really trust that man who can take care of my ex. I hope he can handle this fussy princess. LOL. He is so cool cos he allows yana to meet me. If I were him, I wouldn’t allow my gf hang out with her ex. Hehehe. I haven’t immune with my specialized insecurity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh ya, her birthday on 12th June and coincidence my mom’s birthday on 13th. Two special girls celebrated in a same month (well. WAS~) Lol. Actually I already planned a day to celebrate yana’s birthday but it was too romantic so I abrogated it. I just want to see her cos I want to indulgent myself to her…..  Then she has to hear to my nag. She did that to me before. YEAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-4478367367031352149?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4478367367031352149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/ex-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4478367367031352149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4478367367031352149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/ex-girlfriend.html' title='The Ex-girlfriend.'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SjDR7Yyj9VI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Dyxl56RrabI/s72-c/SP_A0268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-7317501398885096572</id><published>2009-06-11T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:06:13.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporarily Break-Up (time-out)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/catsop.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine called me n he expressed his downhearted drama with his lover. I can see that he is madly in love with her. He did all the possible thing that u could ever think of to satisfy his gf and he is just prepare himself to be the perfect prince charming who will propose her to be his wife in future. I really amazed by his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the gf is another story cos she doesn’t give him all her heart. She mounted him with a sweet words but it is just an imitation to make him to feel secure. I guess she might not practice a balance relationship in love. She should care and appreciate his lover since my friend trusts her to the positive 100%. He doesn’t even make an allowance to doubt as if his gf cheated on him, bore of him, using him or etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend can’t sleep well, he got classes on the next day and I pity him. He showed me her message to me which is super sweet but it is just a message cos there is no action since sometimes my friend can’t reach her gf’s phone (the fact that my friend wanted to update his mood to his lover as the 1st person). They are lovers, they sharing their life~.&lt;br /&gt;I better put her message: “Sayang, I miss u. and love u. I appreciate u. and just wish u could be with me everyday. I wish u were my husband. I wanna kiss ur head and see u sleep”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! So sweet… I wish I’ve got that from my lover. Lol. Sigh~ shameful of her if there is no action from her. I’d rather don’t receive that message but Its cool for me if the girl could only be firm with her decision. Right now the girl wanted a time out with my friend. And one day to get through this must be tough to my friend. I say to my friend to stay strong and believe in her as long as she doesn’t do any disrespectful behavior like flirting with another guy or be slutty. I hope my friend can go through all this like a MAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second, what do u think about his problem? Do u think my friend is controlled by her? Do u think they should break up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me? I think they shud stay to be together  and hold on and WORK on cos in relationship involving love would captured many agitation, disturbance n turbulence. I never look at break up as a best solution. Plus he really love her. Sigh! Its so hard when involing TRUE LOVE AND DEEPLY IN LOVE too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave ur thought here. So it will be helpful of u to help my friend's mess head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-7317501398885096572?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/7317501398885096572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/temporarily-break-up-time-out.html#comment-form' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/7317501398885096572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/7317501398885096572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/temporarily-break-up-time-out.html' title='Temporarily Break-Up (time-out)'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-788360622342334329</id><published>2009-06-09T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:06:17.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emancipation of Student Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Si54_XyLC4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/SJT1wsQulzI/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Si54_XyLC4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/SJT1wsQulzI/s400/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345342837846903682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Emancipation of Student Life just started. Every week, I have quizzes and approximately I study for 16 hours per day. Woah! Labeled me geeky or nerdy but there are like big proportion of nerdy here who acts like Spartan wannabe; “Be the only one who survives”. (I’m excluded~). I stripped my brain, heat all the neurons. Grrr, I was stress but I’m cool. I’m genuinely whiner about this. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reason to AWAKE myself in class; detailed on every word arranged by lecturer, I pleasure myself with cigarettes before my class started. It is my catalyst. I can feel the smoke beat up my energy. Hey, that’s my solution. Other nomad people may be eating candy, chewing, drinking or exercise their roots and pits to prevent themselves embroil with sleeping issue. RIGHT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! I’m going home this week! Celebrate my mom’s birthday. I haven’t bought her anything. I only have love. Geez, I wish I could live in the world where is  no money. So there are no poor people or rich people. It’s such a bad complot strategy in this world. U give money and u receive it back. The cycle will continue n continue ever since the famous magnate; Pharaoh conquered the richness of world property. Lastly, he dead! Wasted…. from the history….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-788360622342334329?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/788360622342334329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/emancipation-of-student-life.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/788360622342334329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/788360622342334329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/emancipation-of-student-life.html' title='The Emancipation of Student Life'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Si54_XyLC4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/SJT1wsQulzI/s72-c/DSC00228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-8017735734067213638</id><published>2009-06-08T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:44:38.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge Betty By Her Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Si0xGx8jS_I/AAAAAAAAAsE/evQBRmvxGmU/s1600-h/14082008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Si0xGx8jS_I/AAAAAAAAAsE/evQBRmvxGmU/s400/14082008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344982325314931698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People (mostly student) really live on a proverb; “Don’t judge the book by its cover”. *sigh*. Don’t get me wrong. I’m okay with it. No hatred at all. It is just that I don’t agree with it. That proverb probably only occurred to UGLY BETTY. Lol. Well, let’s embrace this fact from that proverb: If you wanna buy a novel, you must attract by the cover. So, whatever consequences happened after you bought the novel whether it is good or not. STILL you have to read it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to put such confidence that I’m good at both side; the cover and the inside. But I must say I’m more to cover which make narrow-minded person make an exclusive assumption that I’m a bad boy. What the sardine (fish)! They are to rush instead of hush in speak out their thought. I'm nice! don't u just say it by looking at my left ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to blab like any other mother on earth since I have a lot more ass (assignment) to polish. ROFL. Btw. Think for yourself. What is true and false. Let’s be neutral. Accept both situations by saying DEPENDS! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-8017735734067213638?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8017735734067213638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-judge-betty-by-her-cover.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8017735734067213638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8017735734067213638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-judge-betty-by-her-cover.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge Betty By Her Cover'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Si0xGx8jS_I/AAAAAAAAAsE/evQBRmvxGmU/s72-c/14082008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1359238928854319232</id><published>2009-06-06T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:31:38.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shed A New Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiszfP7KW1I/AAAAAAAAArs/QEVWsrgAOlE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiszfP7KW1I/AAAAAAAAArs/QEVWsrgAOlE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344421994748861266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I alarmed my clock at 5 with ambitious dream to revise my study. I do wake up at 5 to shut the hell of noise making “human assistant”. lol. I continue my sleeping hour till 7 and I was restful. Yay. I don’t want to pressurize my brain with tones of nerd pill so I started to steam my brain by editing all the html of a new layout. YEAY! DONE! Look at it! Modern and fresh, smart and brilliant. Gorgeous and drooling. Erghh…. I can’t stop praising myself. Hahaha. Shit! It’s already at 11.27 am. gtg. I need to sharp my eyes by reading an ocean of very small words of Biology book. I’m blind!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-1359238928854319232?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1359238928854319232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/shed-new-skin.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1359238928854319232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1359238928854319232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/shed-new-skin.html' title='Shed A New Skin'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiszfP7KW1I/AAAAAAAAArs/QEVWsrgAOlE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-8864904125792650756</id><published>2009-06-04T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:22:18.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Code for Boarding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiffRHZ_yLI/AAAAAAAAArk/3li0qyFhbZU/s1600-h/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiffRHZ_yLI/AAAAAAAAArk/3li0qyFhbZU/s400/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343484968037238962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in my room, finishing my entire S.O.S list (it is my to-do-list) and I realized how much I miss my home; the fluffy bed with soft hugging blanket and addition to the cold coaxing air move through my vein. Ahhh~ that’s not all. I miss “Mrs. doing the whole thing” since I hate to do the washing, ironing and folding. I feel like this place train me to be a prepared-maid. Thank god I can’t speak Indonesian. If I can? Woah! Just a perfect combination! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I dislike to ALWAYS replete my hunger at the cafeteria. I wish if I could cook my own repast. Helping someone to fry French fries and looking someone cutting the veggies. Auwww. What a family time I’ve had…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite, I was so damn bored. I don’t want to on9 and on the same time I don’t feel like study since I was so tired. I even late to my Chemistry exam for 30 minutes yesterday but still I took the exam. I answered them all; was easy~ (except for one and only last question). The fact that I am mad on that day is my lecturer doesn’t allow me to sign my attendance even though I took the exam. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever thing happen between me and new environment here. I must say the new code for boarding are washing, ironing, folding, studying, late to class, eating cheap food and QUIZ. Somehow I like the code. I am flexible doing all this. Duh~ call me alpha (my alter ego name). SHUT UP ALIFF. It’s sound flamboyant. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-8864904125792650756?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8864904125792650756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-code-for-boarding.html#comment-form' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8864904125792650756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8864904125792650756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-code-for-boarding.html' title='New Code for Boarding'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiffRHZ_yLI/AAAAAAAAArk/3li0qyFhbZU/s72-c/IMG_0182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-3508486313721425033</id><published>2009-06-02T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:00:46.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiU9704d_pI/AAAAAAAAArc/maUNfnJSqqk/s1600-h/q.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiU9704d_pI/AAAAAAAAArc/maUNfnJSqqk/s400/q.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342744630962028178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey guys, this is a new blog; (alipheologist.blogspot.com) that I've made especially for my college blog since I would never going to let any of my college mate know a bit look at my current blog which is Black and White Paper due to its illicit content. Well, I look innocent 24/7 in school so better keep the fact. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might post the same entry on the new blog because I’m so lazy to update it but I have to sharpen my gratitude before my teacher rips my butt. Hahaha. Be my followers and do comment my friends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw the title of my new blog, I took the “menthol on the head” from my dear friend, Ralph. He is so nice cos he help me to make this new blog. Thanks Ralph! i will treat u with good delicious lunch. On Me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-3508486313721425033?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3508486313721425033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/college-blog.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3508486313721425033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3508486313721425033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/06/college-blog.html' title='College Blog'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiU9704d_pI/AAAAAAAAArc/maUNfnJSqqk/s72-c/q.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-2312671543030012625</id><published>2009-05-30T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:08:54.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feudalize my Principe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiFd6AyC5KI/AAAAAAAAAqM/-MrIaFjv6_4/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiFd6AyC5KI/AAAAAAAAAqM/-MrIaFjv6_4/s400/DSC00974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341653884261819554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again! I skipped my class. I play truant a lot in attending classes but still I can finish my work except one subject which I don’t do any revision. At All! Fuck and I got quiz on Wednesday. Arghhh! whatever thing happens whether I manage to earn an A or other grade. I need to get loose so I went to Freedom at Kota A’ Famosa Resort, Malacca. The party was okay… it was fun but my mind couldn’t stop thinking and missing someone so I limit my excessive wild site. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people who went for fun at freedom are rich bum. Just look at their cars parked famously at their rented condo and bungalow. I was spellbound and imagined if I could be one of them in future. Wearing branded from bottom to the top. I want that! 40% of them are foreigner and god….. HOT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to myself: Aliph! Study hard! Get a big career ($$$) so u can luxury urself and u can turn on by the heat surrounds u. ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures! It might be last time I will ever go to party because I don’t want to neglect my study by having my major GUILTY PLEASURE. God will punish me. After this I want to determine to study hard include the smart pack (goin to have my personal schedule), perform solat (goin to do it most of time), less eat more sweat (sometimes I look fat and sometimes I don’t. I hate science. LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiFfj7jx2wI/AAAAAAAAAqs/71k4zJulVA8/s1600-h/DSC02s705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiFfj7jx2wI/AAAAAAAAAqs/71k4zJulVA8/s400/DSC02s705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341655703925938946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiFfjuKuzLI/AAAAAAAAAqk/br8yU2vOJE0/s1600-h/DSC0097s6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiFfjuKuzLI/AAAAAAAAAqk/br8yU2vOJE0/s400/DSC0097s6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341655700331220146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiFfjehorTI/AAAAAAAAAqc/A2Q3HeXREDY/s1600-h/DSC00978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiFhgENd2II/AAAAAAAAAq8/-hqn6XbCE4U/s400/DSC00989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341657836552050818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiFhfgyaUSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JyfiAmfot4E/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiFhfgyaUSI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JyfiAmfot4E/s400/DSC00984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341657827043332386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;"&gt;more pictures will be update or replace. lol. i don't receive some of the pictures yet and i'm so lazy to edit them. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-2312671543030012625?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2312671543030012625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/feudalize-my-principe.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2312671543030012625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2312671543030012625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/feudalize-my-principe.html' title='Feudalize my Principe'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SiFd6AyC5KI/AAAAAAAAAqM/-MrIaFjv6_4/s72-c/DSC00974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-4814265664888595804</id><published>2009-05-27T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:42:26.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dot his Folly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh4WwLoJGwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/CDOEMxNW85c/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh4WwLoJGwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/CDOEMxNW85c/s400/7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340731225118677762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the first page been in matriculation school, I decided to be a loner; I started to talk in English so I can choose my friend who is only intelligent and smart enough to communicate with me yet… high self-esteem indeed. My family knows bout this and my sister advised me that I should talk in Malay hence others would not labeled me as “ignorance Malay” packed with ARROGANT pith. I followed her tutorial and my social skills sharpen. Geez. Thanks kakak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the motion above refers to a new friend of mine who I don’t award him ‘best friend’ trophy but I categorized him as a friend who is sincere and religious. I told him everything! GOOD! The part that major spoilt is…….. He always copies my assignment, laboratory report, and tutorial book. I never mean not to help him by saying this but I don’t want to spoon feed him. He should do it by himself. He is 18 and I want him to switch on his own brain than just using me as reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, I read his phone message. Son of a bitch! He told my story to all of my classmates. I am so mad. I am disappointing on him. For a second, I never think that he could be a radio due to his veryveryvery religious personality. Ergh. I feel used. He is parasite into me. I give him benefit and he gives me shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I talked to him maturely. He was dolling himself and one blink of eye he started to tears. I don’t want to be rude by saying FUCK YOU to hell (he is alim so maybe he might go to heaven. ROFL). I just said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Hey man… go back to your room. It’s almost 7 and u hasn’t bought your food to break fasting right? I’m sorry because I straight upon you but even I am not alim like you, u still need to be corrected. People are not made to be perfect. I don’t want to interact with any drama so u better leave before I do something”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still friend with him since he is my classmate plus I have to face him like everyday for 10 months. LOL. Today, my English teacher text me via phone and wanted me to attend a brief for public speaking. She chose me! She even asked who is a blogger in the class and I am the only blogger, Again~ She wanted me to join college blog. Sigh… lotsa thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. It was not a briefing. I was deceived by my lecturer. Grrr. It was an audition. There are; one Indian guy, 4 Chinese guys, one Malay gorgeous young man, 3 Malay girls and 2 Chinese girl. I guess I am the best competitor until my friend; Shao Kang gave his speech which is fucking funny and he always claime me as Edward Cullen. Haih… Sweet talker~ and Mao said that I looked like Uber spoke person. All I did was laughed my ass off…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-4814265664888595804?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4814265664888595804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dot-his-folly.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4814265664888595804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4814265664888595804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dot-his-folly.html' title='I Dot his Folly.'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh4WwLoJGwI/AAAAAAAAAqE/CDOEMxNW85c/s72-c/7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-3782856360453174612</id><published>2009-05-27T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:15:09.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike down the Black Pin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh06Kjr3ZaI/AAAAAAAAApk/VEpKwnv4XEI/s1600-h/IMG+395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh06Kjr3ZaI/AAAAAAAAApk/VEpKwnv4XEI/s400/IMG+395.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340488686183605666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eventually, I am gaining myself now; looking forward. I want to be flexible in my own complication life of version. I can be bad and good boy at certain authentic time. My demeanor back then was so jerking me off until I can’t drive myself straight. I hide my Satanist wound (terrible mistake by attempt to suicide). I was lost but my religion hugged me out of the blue. I was calm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, flexible is what I made of. When I was in lecture hall or doing practical, I was fabulously performed and well function. I put my problem in my pocket first and I carry on with study. I managed to get the highest mark in the class and I even active and always do the volunteer for educational and not to brag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... I can’t runaway from the shadow. It will always follow me so I need to be under the spout of fluorescent. I fuck out the crime. Be brave and spit out my expression and let it float to the source of poignant cos I don’t want to breathe in spasm anymore. I maybe find the expensive antibiotic to get immune. I need my best best friend to stand next to me and teach me to jump than walk since it will take a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: As I want to be flexible too. I do the piercing. Lol. Be bad boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh00PZ5yDmI/AAAAAAAAApU/8hGaiT8X9BE/s1600-h/q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh00PZ5yDmI/AAAAAAAAApU/8hGaiT8X9BE/s400/q.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340482172387200610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh06n1tEYsI/AAAAAAAAAps/y0I0uT9M1Ic/s1600-h/DSC_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh06n1tEYsI/AAAAAAAAAps/y0I0uT9M1Ic/s400/DSC_0633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340489189236695746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh06ykLJrzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/P0qwVGp_32E/s1600-h/DSC_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh06ykLJrzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/P0qwVGp_32E/s400/DSC_0564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340489373509594930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Last Weekend Picture. Update the blog at Dann's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-3782856360453174612?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3782856360453174612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/strike-down-black-pin.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3782856360453174612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3782856360453174612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/strike-down-black-pin.html' title='Strike down the Black Pin'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh06Kjr3ZaI/AAAAAAAAApk/VEpKwnv4XEI/s72-c/IMG+395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-4069832486939569368</id><published>2009-05-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:27:48.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Probation to Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh05FoFvlfI/AAAAAAAAApc/4gMbAzZ5y3w/s1600-h/3503061117_a2ea8b20c2_o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh05FoFvlfI/AAAAAAAAApc/4gMbAzZ5y3w/s400/3503061117_a2ea8b20c2_o.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340487501954913778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I live my life stand up straight and strong from falling to ground again but now I was seized and I feel like someone tread on me hardly then I was embedded into grave. I suffocate cos I can’t do it anymore. I had enough of facing any unoriginal drama. The deception &amp;amp; delusion yet the fraud which are the perfect code of giving up. Again! I went to the field; I hold one sharp big scissor on my right hand and the left hand as my fixed variable. It was my eight attempts to suicide and to ends all of this shit. I shivered! My friends called me and some of them objected and said to think of my religion. I just can’t cut my hand. I am Stupid of doing it cos I’m young and all of you guys think that you are so mature enough right? Plus I never think that I will ever go to heaven. Done! I cut it softly. My hand bled. It was a small cut. I wished if I could jump from apartment, explode myself or shoot my head. I really need to smoke and drink which I couldn’t have it for a good chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite now, I’m in my room alive and was purified my body with wudhu’. Still I confuse. I muted. I switched off. I’m not functional. I don’t get any signal or direction from God. This is not about hating live in matric but I hate my life, tired of seeking any character in cheap downloadable movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-4069832486939569368?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4069832486939569368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/probation-to-die.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4069832486939569368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4069832486939569368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/probation-to-die.html' title='Probation to Die'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sh05FoFvlfI/AAAAAAAAApc/4gMbAzZ5y3w/s72-c/3503061117_a2ea8b20c2_o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1746775761062727477</id><published>2009-05-24T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:07:12.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrested by the Negative Police</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/ShkqKLS7HQI/AAAAAAAAApM/0ZZDALqJj_Q/s1600-h/l_3eef92524c46e23fc23324094e6b4b63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/ShkqKLS7HQI/AAAAAAAAApM/0ZZDALqJj_Q/s400/l_3eef92524c46e23fc23324094e6b4b63.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339345187543653634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I ain’t being any other pessimist who always thinks the bad outcomes but I’m the type who thinks of the possibility. Almost all possibility counted. I can’t help it but my vision/future blur. I see myself as a Universal not to say I am multi-talented (I can’t draw for example. ROFL). I doubt of living in matriculation. I don’t know whether I could breathe clean air anymore in fake Safari (life caged). I hate it! I whine like a princess. The environment in matriculation kills me slowly yet hurt man……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 1: I bathed with rusty water; chocolate-yellow in color and good odorless. I have to bath in whatever way since my body smelling like fucking dead fish. After bath: I smelled like fried fish. WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: The bathroom can’t be use anymore. No water. No flushed toilet. I have to sharp my gratitude by bathing upstairs or downstairs. Queue patiently just to bath which it specifically look like everybody withdrawing money from ATM machine. WTF twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: The bathroom flooded cos it is not function well. There are delicious and fresh human waste float on the water for SERIOUS REALITY. Fyi, my room is next to the “nature call service”. WTF thrice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: I caught up with fever. Weak and want to get out from Matriculation School. I drool over my friends; I miss my friends a lot and somehow I was bored because I can’t online. WTF fourth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: The cafeteria behind my block and one and only supporter to my hunger was closed due to the non-cleanliness. Health Ministry officially closed the cafeteria for 2 weeks. WTF fifth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: Day 2, 3, 4 and 5 incidents remain unsolved. I called my shield (Mama, Acaf, Ami, Aiman, Zakiyy and etc). I cried! I went to the field which is far from my block in the night at 8.00 AM. I shouted and been crazy! I imagined my entire friend surrounded me and I talked to each one of them. WTF sixth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: I woke up and GOSH. The Smell of son of a bitch! The water from the bathroom flooded my corridor too. I fucked up. I packed my bag and runaway from Matriculation school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have to silent bout the consequences when I runaway and lost into confusion. People advice me to settle things down with rational thought and mature so I went back to matric on Monday Night. My sister and her boyfriend sent me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I numb my reaction to each Hell disaster happened. I tried; being strong. But I can’t cos I just knew I’ve been short listed for South Australian Matriculation (SAM). I heavenly want to go there but my mom don’t give a green light. The least I could do is struggle for one year only in this matriculation before I butt off. Wheuw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-1746775761062727477?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1746775761062727477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/arrested-by-negative-police.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1746775761062727477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1746775761062727477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/arrested-by-negative-police.html' title='Arrested by the Negative Police'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/ShkqKLS7HQI/AAAAAAAAApM/0ZZDALqJj_Q/s72-c/l_3eef92524c46e23fc23324094e6b4b63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-3491378577370869281</id><published>2009-05-08T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:37:49.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shroud the Upcoming Eventual</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgSl6OgPVKI/AAAAAAAAApE/DQU9qrm1BSo/s1600-h/defr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgSl6OgPVKI/AAAAAAAAApE/DQU9qrm1BSo/s400/defr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333570278457824418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is going to be my ultimate existence of my life-updater. It’s not dead but comma for a moment until I give my blog a new wake up respiration. You know tree? We let it green and untouched then I send the juicy fruits right away to your mailbox when I’ve reap some news. I will miss to touch the soft tilts of my laptop and keep them warm and serves my reader with great milk. I know PERV! See! I just can’t stop being horney with it. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My update for today:&lt;br /&gt;I panicked like pregnant bitch cos I have undone mission; packing! Geez. But I managed to finish. Thanks mom for ironing and folding the clothes. Thanks Acaf for his kindness to pack my baju and luggage. Thanks Abah for ur helpful ride to buy my stuff and last but not least Hakim cos looking at it. ROFL. Still… I don’t have major necessity which is kemeja, leather shoes and more. Aiman auxiliary I with the list that I might needed. Woah! This is not my first time in boarding but still I need aid. Thank god. I reduced the painful preparation. Yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My update for future:&lt;br /&gt;Coming Soon!!! Fyi I removed the chat box since I’m away. I don’t need that for much. Btw I’m not here so I want to promote my friend’s blog. There are on the left side on friends list. I recommend my friend like Mya, Dann, Zakiyy, Ami, Aiman, Mel and basically all of them &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/71.gif" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliph’s OUT ~ &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/103.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/103.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/103.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/103.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/103.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-3491378577370869281?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3491378577370869281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/shroud-upcoming-eventual.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3491378577370869281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3491378577370869281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/shroud-upcoming-eventual.html' title='Shroud the Upcoming Eventual'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgSl6OgPVKI/AAAAAAAAApE/DQU9qrm1BSo/s72-c/defr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-5705000047637511142</id><published>2009-05-08T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:42:42.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Faggot in Superman’s Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The title wasn’t that funny because it carries a good sarcastic sentiment to a guy who I ditched him away due to his shameful did. I used to think that he was a good man as brother since he protected me until….. He did something stupid to me so I leaved him since everyone (Acaf, Pdot, Lyana, Ami, Zakiyy, etc) advised me to make a wide distance from him.  He even talk bad about me in front of Acaf, Pdot and Pdot’s friend. The irrational think of him cos he being narrow minded about living in northern coutry and the Kampung. Hey “man”! Although rich teenager same age as me wish to have kampung. Moreover, the fact that he wanted to disconnect me is absurd because he did called me and wanted to meet me. MOFO!!! I am so mad cos I never trouble him at all but he made me to this humiliation of him. Read his comment below! He accused that he don’t want to contact me. ROFL. Big fat liar! I never call him! For this entry, you must be very hatred of technology. LOL. This is 2009 not two thousand late and God make us equal with no specialty so be wise man of saying a word since God knows and thank you to technology cause I know the showed true lies. *sigh* I told you! Leave me alone. Don’t talk bad bout me cos I don’t do that to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/loser.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The reason I ditched him&lt;br /&gt;Hint: I am underage teenager. He is single guy age 24 years old, well kind of lonely himself. He doesn’t have a girlfriend but 4 petbrothers…. Hurm… Think by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my readers: You can ask me for the answer and you can even ask my friends and my twin bout this cos I told them EVERYTHING even my ex-girlfriend. Another one, I know i'm being disrespectful but I just want you to leave acomment thus I can make a decision afterward on what to do. I just want him to stop this sudoku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the victim: I’m sorry man. I never touch your security but now I broke the gate and fyi I have a lot of readers who have intelligent and self-centered mind that can wholly make an assumption of you. Like my father said “Don’t mess with Jamaludin’s!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-5705000047637511142?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/5705000047637511142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-faggot-in-supermans-body.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5705000047637511142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/5705000047637511142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-faggot-in-supermans-body.html' title='The Real Faggot in Superman’s Body'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-2455590517000573344</id><published>2009-05-07T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:00:06.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyping at the 11 hour with nothing done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgMjKnQSSbI/AAAAAAAAAos/nVsVnu6E8Bc/s1600-h/km.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgMjKnQSSbI/AAAAAAAAAos/nVsVnu6E8Bc/s400/km.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333145048979753394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I’m so lazy. Fyi, I don’t do the packing and the buying of new necessities to matriculation. WTF! Now I only have like one day only (Friday) because I’m going back to Putrajaya tomorrow for awhile. I want to keep my notebook there. On Sunday, I will attack Malacca. *sigh* I’m so lazy to do the packing. I wished if my bibit still exists. She could be my Wonder Woman. On Thursday, Acaf helped me with the list. The four pages of list; the list to buy and needed soon. My parent busy with their work which sort of killing me. Fine! I need to stop writing on the walls. I guess I have to bath and be the mr. packing. Last night, I skyped with Ami who is busy too with his study (yeah… rite…..). The new addiction of me, video call through skype since 3G really needs me to waste a lot of credit (using phone). I plan to stay over his house on next holiday cos I want to buy new long sleeves collared shirt. I need someone to accompany me with the choosing. Shit. 11 am. Signing off~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/mk.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-2455590517000573344?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2455590517000573344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/skyping-at-11-hour-with-nothing-done.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2455590517000573344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2455590517000573344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/skyping-at-11-hour-with-nothing-done.html' title='Skyping at the 11 hour with nothing done'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgMjKnQSSbI/AAAAAAAAAos/nVsVnu6E8Bc/s72-c/km.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1904811040616880315</id><published>2009-05-07T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:29:14.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynasty of Unfaithful Eve’s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgKhcvS9tSI/AAAAAAAAAok/dfPbOMbhN5k/s1600-h/DSC_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgKhcvS9tSI/AAAAAAAAAok/dfPbOMbhN5k/s400/DSC_0165.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333002423864505634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I contemplated my road and I know where the end and the pit stop. I’m sure of my destination in every way without looking for signboard. I wouldn’t mind of using a lot of dollars for toll. Yes. I did that all the time. 1 hour before I post this, I took a wrong junction. I don’t intend to flirt or what but I just did it to anonymously beautiful girl. Sorry, I can’t find moderate girl. LOL. I chat with her occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that she’s unavailable and owned by other arsehole. I always goofing and made her laugh, suddenly I asked a huge stupid statement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr_ffila: Hahaha. Stop laughing u miss Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;M: I’m not Miss Malaysia so I can laugh whenever I feel so&lt;br /&gt;Mr_ffila: Who said u r miss Malaysia? I made that statement to the lady behind u?&lt;br /&gt;M: What? There is no other lady in this room?&lt;br /&gt;Mr_ffila: Oh… that’s wut u see.&lt;br /&gt;M: Don’t u try my nerve. I feel Goosebumps for lord sake&lt;br /&gt;Mr_ffila: ROFL. I love u! So cute when u do that (her scared face)&lt;br /&gt;M: U love me? My bf wud mad if he knows this&lt;br /&gt;Mr_ffila: I do. Would u break up with ur bf for me?&lt;br /&gt;M: Don’t tell me I am dreaming. I guess I unable to hide my feeling bout u anymore. I will ditch him if u want to. Would u call me right now?&lt;br /&gt;Mr_ffila: Good. I will call u but through ym&lt;br /&gt;M: what a not romantic bf to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! I’m such a big jackass. I don’t mean it. I said that just because I was insecure in myself. I felt invisible through girl’s lens. I think being single is cheaper than being in relationship. That’s all. Plus I don’t even think that I still can fish. Yeay! Still I can. I know that anonymous would not read my blog so I post it for reality’s call. Before I went to my dream, I logged in to askmen.com and type unfaithful girl. This is what I’ve got! Nite~ I’m so sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/doclove_300/310b_relationship_expert.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can Beautiful Women Be Trusted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-1904811040616880315?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1904811040616880315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/dynasty-of-unfaithful-eves.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1904811040616880315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1904811040616880315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/dynasty-of-unfaithful-eves.html' title='Dynasty of Unfaithful Eve’s'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgKhcvS9tSI/AAAAAAAAAok/dfPbOMbhN5k/s72-c/DSC_0165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-4655255186736407191</id><published>2009-05-06T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:26:10.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Slow Too Serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgJo8mQa1sI/AAAAAAAAAnk/5qY12wW1f7c/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgJo8mQa1sI/AAAAAAAAAnk/5qY12wW1f7c/s320/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332940299030943426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Night creep into dawn; the sun slowly swallowed and unseen from Gaia’s. Time for dinner which is the most compulsory dine for me. My mom had the time to cook so she took the chance to brag about her cooking skills. Indeed I love her dishes on that night and that is the first time Hakim got to taste her handmade (sorry Hakim. My mom seldom cooks for us so we always go for other’s mom. &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/71.gif" /&gt;). After dinner, we went to meet my ex-schoolmate. We were late cos too much thinking of what to wear, lastly we ended up wearing shorts &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/58.gif" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here comes the title~ We drove there. Hakim took the responsibility to drive since he is the only legal driver. Fyi. Acaf with me too so you wish if Acaf doesn’t make any sound. Grrr.. He is killing me! With his mock and jeer after Hakim made a small mistake while driving. Change driver. I pompous my driving skill till I disobeyed traffic’s &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/10.gif" /&gt;. Again! Change driver. Acaf drove. We reached there but we took like entire 'world time' to be there &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/110.gif" /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgJ2L21Lx0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/NKzXOU1IRjM/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgJ2L21Lx0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/NKzXOU1IRjM/s400/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332954854829311810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My Malay Comment: Ala… acaf. Ko boleh la bawak sbb ko practice. Kitaorg lama xpegang stereng kot. Plus ko bising giler kot! Stress kot.  arduous to focus mr. Acaf Pffffffffftttttttt. &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/102.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Phew…. We are safe! I sucked my guilty pleasure at parking lot and I noticed Ieka was doleful talking in the phone &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/100.gif" /&gt;. I wasn’t asked her much till she finished with her business phone &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/45.gif" /&gt;. All of sudden, her countenance was woebegone. I knew the first time I saw her gloom’s. Relationship problem! I’m so pissed off about ieka’s boyfriend ever since he made this petty. I know that I don’t have any obligation to interfere in other’s relationship but I love my best friend. I can’t even handle cry people. They weakened me. My principle is if he mess up with my bestfriend, I don’t have second thought of beating him up &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/66.gif" /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kop.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/kop.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop. Acaf, Hakim and I butt off and searched for Hookah spot. Shit! None! So we decided to go to 24-hours and made our stupid things there. &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/24.gif" /&gt;. Usong!!!&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/16.gif" /&gt;. Oh ya, we leave the place quite late because we hardly can’t start the car. They car key got stucked. Motherfucker like 15 minutes before Hakim settled down with his magic touch. Alohomora~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgKWFdS0_1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/gbsC46Uycvw/s1600-h/DSC00770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgKWFdS0_1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/gbsC46Uycvw/s400/DSC00770.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332989929267199826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Desperate of Hookah. So Smoke sudayhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgKU3QnWGOI/AAAAAAAAAoM/o_CXRSisXoM/s1600-h/DSC00767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgKU3QnWGOI/AAAAAAAAAoM/o_CXRSisXoM/s400/DSC00767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332988585833797858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I teached her how to stand, dance and be a chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgKXOxt9MoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/XOqL7U8-snE/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgKXOxt9MoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/XOqL7U8-snE/s400/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332991188880142978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even how to kiss... God! this cat is pregnant. Aku gatal ngan bini orang nieh. LOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-4655255186736407191?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/4655255186736407191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-slow-too-serious.html#comment-form' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4655255186736407191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/4655255186736407191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-slow-too-serious.html' title='Too Slow Too Serious'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgJo8mQa1sI/AAAAAAAAAnk/5qY12wW1f7c/s72-c/DSC00752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-6397083857438302149</id><published>2009-05-05T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:05:44.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober Ain’t Tipsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgEYV3bG6_I/AAAAAAAAAm8/4JQnF3OD_a4/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgEYV3bG6_I/AAAAAAAAAm8/4JQnF3OD_a4/s400/a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332570197717347314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to club with my peeps back then. I’ve done it real Classic. I hide it under my skin rather under my cloth cos I slightly keep it under radar far away from my parent’s satellite cos it was entangled to an acknowledgement that I couldn’t resist to lie. Clubbed at M.O.S., I enjoyed every beat and rhythm until 3 A.M with all the flashing lights that pierced my eye. Had the dance with stepping legs and do the things with spinning head. Addition! The music at that time really drowned me &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/69.gif" /&gt;. The cast of the night were Acaf, Pdot, Att, Sabrina, Japp, Eyna, Farah and a few ppl that I oblivious the name.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgEY7kJ6-WI/AAAAAAAAAnE/LE9g2DPbjAg/s1600-h/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgEY7kJ6-WI/AAAAAAAAAnE/LE9g2DPbjAg/s400/h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332570845380016482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh ya! This is the first time I met Ami; my best mate. He was very funny and super friendly, still... His height was the ticket for me to bully him &lt;img src="http://elouai.com/images/yahoo/a16.gif" /&gt;. He is shorter than me but stalwart than me so it’s fair. Accidentally, I did horrible mistake on that night. I was a bit high with a drop of intoxicate liquid offered by anonymously friend of mine &lt;img src="http://www.carbonize.co.uk/Old/Yahoo/basefaces/02.gif" /&gt;(a drop showed how little I drank) but I don’t stupefy. So it is good right? (ergh… trying to put angel’s wing on me) guess not. Fine! I stop it already. I oathed and it is my vow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgEaKlcDmAI/AAAAAAAAAnM/LWXdwtergTo/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgEaKlcDmAI/AAAAAAAAAnM/LWXdwtergTo/s400/page.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332572202934179842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There was a major episode of what happened on the next days. Great! I’ve got instant torture and suffering from God due of that drink. *sigh* guess it is the first. I don’t receive others in Hell &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/109.gif" /&gt;. Fuck! I’m not going there. Pffffttttt…. Go away! &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/63.gif" /&gt;.Aliph hells out~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-6397083857438302149?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/6397083857438302149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/sober-aint-tipsy.html#comment-form' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/6397083857438302149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/6397083857438302149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/sober-aint-tipsy.html' title='Sober Ain’t Tipsy'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgEYV3bG6_I/AAAAAAAAAm8/4JQnF3OD_a4/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-2652555427309114171</id><published>2009-05-05T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:29:29.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neptune Amass the Breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgBQhBViwOI/AAAAAAAAAl8/STlV6yiF7rs/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgBQhBViwOI/AAAAAAAAAl8/STlV6yiF7rs/s320/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332350487031365858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept earlier than other day, woke up earlier than other morning’s. Verily, I changed my deceased’s routine and knocked the door of heaven (my door is hell. cogent smell of cigarette). Acaf and Akeem woke up too. Good. I guess I was not dead n day-dream. Lol. It was not my second nature to wake up early. Ceh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning custom; breakfast! I had butterscotch bread and a cup of caffeine while the two aliens having ice-cream (couldn’t be much wont right &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/23.gif" /&gt;? Abnormal! Lol). I’ve got letter from Kolej Poly-Tech MARA offering Diploma in Civil Engineering cooperation with UITM. Geez… Distraction of my decision (hanging robust), I wasted it fosho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgBgGg1lJuI/AAAAAAAAAmE/cAC6fj__eMQ/s1600-h/DSC00739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgBgGg1lJuI/AAAAAAAAAmE/cAC6fj__eMQ/s400/DSC00739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332367623816816354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Aliens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the late evening, I stipulated to join Ieka, Jaja &amp;amp; Linda to Kuala Perlis cos I miss Jaja. She just came back from PLKN and she is my childhood friend. Acaf &amp;amp; Akeem joined of course. The girls had their fruity thirst-break while the boy cold the teeth with shaved ice. Blergh! Super-manis! Woah. Not for me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Facts: we called shaved ice; Ais Kacang (Malaysian &amp;amp; Singaporean), Kakigōri (Japanese), Patbingsu (South Korean) and Halo-halo (Tagalog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we enjoyed the breeze brought by Neptune and the smell after rain. I was relieved indeed after shooting all the uninvited drama. Before going home, we visited Rosdi for a while. Tomorrow, they planning for schoolmate reunion which I just got the news and it was a little bit late so let’s see if I could make it. Plus Akeem said he would feel all the awkwardness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/106.gif" /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgBlFMm4twI/AAAAAAAAAmM/KpqyML87XFc/s1600-h/DSC00736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgBlFMm4twI/AAAAAAAAAmM/KpqyML87XFc/s400/DSC00736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332373098764744450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I made it white and pale cause lately people being to obsess of vampire. Take this. Twin Vampire! &lt;img src="http://elouai.com/images/yahoo/a09.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgBmYFrhdUI/AAAAAAAAAmU/7WoFAG2RItE/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgBmYFrhdUI/AAAAAAAAAmU/7WoFAG2RItE/s400/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332374522834285890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Linda &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/51.gif" /&gt;, Ieka &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/50.gif" /&gt; &amp;amp; Jaja &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/52.gif" /&gt;. LOL. Kidding girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgBnURrPkxI/AAAAAAAAAmc/6NdroA6iGG8/s1600-h/DSC00742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgBnURrPkxI/AAAAAAAAAmc/6NdroA6iGG8/s400/DSC00742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332375556846490386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aliph &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/25.gif" /&gt;, Akeem &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/59.gif" /&gt; &amp;amp; Acaf &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/60.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No Kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgBoF17WebI/AAAAAAAAAmk/M_G3rTRSZxw/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgBoF17WebI/AAAAAAAAAmk/M_G3rTRSZxw/s400/DSC00741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332376408391317938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The E.N.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-2652555427309114171?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/2652555427309114171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/neptune-amass-breeze.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2652555427309114171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/2652555427309114171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/neptune-amass-breeze.html' title='Neptune Amass the Breeze'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SgBQhBViwOI/AAAAAAAAAl8/STlV6yiF7rs/s72-c/DSC00732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-8258146089782527520</id><published>2009-05-04T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:12:11.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutorial to Follow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf_vcivYmwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ndChchn6zl8/s1600-h/wer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf_vcivYmwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ndChchn6zl8/s400/wer.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332243757470882562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;western in the night. btw i don't look like Aliph. Haih... indon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Again! Mama Sita! I argued with my mom after Acaf annoyed me with his loud unfiltered voice; it slowly crawling into my ears when I was enjoying my bed. I was tired. I haven’t slept like any normal Homo sapiens. *cough*bastard*cough*. Acaf forced me to immediately settle down the matter that I refused to do it since I was such a weary t-shirt. Like always, Acaf being cliché brother by reporting to patrol officers. *cough*bastard again*cough*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf_v9YfiqNI/AAAAAAAAAlU/YeCck_s1iT0/s1600-h/derty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf_v9YfiqNI/AAAAAAAAAlU/YeCck_s1iT0/s400/derty.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332244321655761106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Bastard. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then my abah called me (I rejected his call) and mama knocked the room of hell (I refused to open). Next, scene between son and his mom which I won’t put it here, well I need privacy for my family affair. But I do told Ami (I whined and I was upsetting) then Aiman. They all gave me textbook answer. *sigh*. Aiman opposed and said it is the best answer and the only way for me to expire the problem. I guess I have to follow the tutorial. My mom is my solar plexues so I wouldn’t mind gaze her and confess everything with manner. Aiman wanted to slap me if I curse to my mom which I have no intention at all. See! You judged me as a jackass small bum bum right? Ceh…. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf_wftIWE5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/nXisAqjt1KM/s1600-h/DSC00718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf_wftIWE5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/nXisAqjt1KM/s400/DSC00718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332244911311164306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Akeem! sorry. blur. I put the nice one that i could find in my folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf_w4_kFcPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/tB5sN2sJ79Y/s1600-h/l_2555c80064d14ea287ecac1be708b1d8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf_w4_kFcPI/AAAAAAAAAlk/tB5sN2sJ79Y/s400/l_2555c80064d14ea287ecac1be708b1d8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332245345756082418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Puas hati ko? LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I pretended that everything were fine and I went westernized with Acaf and his bff; Hakim in the night. He came all the way from Putrajaya n he will stay over till Saturday. Geez... I wished if Ami could come along. I don’t eat cos I already took my carbs for today (big fat liar). Hahaha. Lastly, we went home. Acaf and Hakim do their DVD marathon on the next room while I was whoring in my room. Toodles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i169/ffila/zxw.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The texbook answer Giver. Thanks for your sincere solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-8258146089782527520?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/8258146089782527520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/tutorial-to-follow.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8258146089782527520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/8258146089782527520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/tutorial-to-follow.html' title='Tutorial to Follow'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf_vcivYmwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ndChchn6zl8/s72-c/wer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1184606332311328708</id><published>2009-05-04T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:50:01.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Insecurity absorbs through my vein</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf8Ok_pfGHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/-SOwe8Joy2I/s1600-h/wrea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf8Ok_pfGHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/-SOwe8Joy2I/s400/wrea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331996512553474162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guards down! I let my neck blood sucked by those nightcrawler. It’s not that I’m weak. I was strong before but I always make a roundabout of what people whispering. I have to. I open the lid to doubts. After that I’ll wear a sign on my chest which is confident then lead to confidential. None of your business! The least I could say cos it is either I take it as a lesson or defense my shield. Enough action from me to take off another sheet of egoistic, shed it and rubbed it off. It’s my nature of my own condescending demeanor. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to hater &lt;img src="http://www.naughtysmile.com/thepics/evil/evil-emoticon-4.gif" /&gt; (I have least hater kot): Your greed sold me out of shame. You might thought I hold resentment for you but you’re wrong. Way to wrong hell. I read your beat but till now I beat you words up. Shut up to rude right? Seal your mouth would be proper. My mom told me to use right word though. lol. Oh ya. If dislike me then don’t leave your &lt;img src="http://www.naughtysmile.com/thepics/boys/boys-emoticon-4.gif" /&gt; here. Take ur putridity home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-1184606332311328708?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/1184606332311328708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-insecurity-absorbs-through-my.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1184606332311328708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/1184606332311328708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-insecurity-absorbs-through-my.html' title='Super Insecurity absorbs through my vein'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf8Ok_pfGHI/AAAAAAAAAlE/-SOwe8Joy2I/s72-c/wrea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-3799074696377602668</id><published>2009-05-03T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:52:55.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My will be fondant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sfrm_nt_PXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/YNiKEo7rOI0/s1600-h/Taman+Ulat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sfrm_nt_PXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/YNiKEo7rOI0/s400/Taman+Ulat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330827089614421362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m going to pursue my study soon (next week). Like I said how I miss to slit my book &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/102.gif" /&gt; and absorb all the words into nerdish box. I will take foundation in science at Malacca matriculation since I rejected the offer from UITM and UNITEN. I wasn’t keen into the courses given. UITM offered me diploma in science geomatic (earth science). For a second, I never think of being future scientist n having grey hair with microscope lens on my eyes. Lol. I read about it before. It is cool enough but I don’t have passion into the satellites and blablabla stuff. &lt;a href="http://civil.eng.usm.my/info/geomatics.html"&gt;Science geomatic?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/39.gif" /&gt; (it maybe too much information but u can clik here if you wanna know bout science geomatic). Next, UNITEN proffered me foundation in business administration. The merit is after finish study, I maybe working with TNB (so I do not have to worry about looking a job afterward).  Again business will involve busyness! Nah…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matriculation will be perfect at this time (as for me) although I wasn’t much sphere with all the hard work that I will face. I feared of losing &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/42.gif" /&gt;(that’s all) but science is my beyond enthusiasm then I am very sure to snappy bout it. Be an adroit and a fleet for future. That much I hope for. Study? Bring it on &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/70.gif" /&gt;. Good luck for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to myself &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/58.gif" /&gt;: Hold your fun for a year. You can have all that when you finished study so don’t deceive by the devil. Cmon! You were satanic teenager before. Be the pari-pari now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6622757510297994179-3799074696377602668?l=aliph-j.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/feeds/3799074696377602668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-will-be-fondant.html#comment-form' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3799074696377602668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6622757510297994179/posts/default/3799074696377602668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliph-j.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-will-be-fondant.html' title='My will be fondant'/><author><name>Aliph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03517426030471093045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/SZPYYDasBzI/AAAAAAAAALM/iZJpOCXUzyw/S220/b.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sfrm_nt_PXI/AAAAAAAAAjs/YNiKEo7rOI0/s72-c/Taman+Ulat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6622757510297994179.post-1421862321970187425</id><published>2009-05-03T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T04:36:10.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alter from Notoriety to Virtue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf2BMaRhxdI/AAAAAAAAAks/T3DR8Vf90Ks/s1600-h/IMG_0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__PsbbUeKhOM/Sf2BMaRhxdI/AAAAAAAAAks/T3DR8Vf90Ks/s400/IMG_0722.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331559584087786962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I try to make my own railway so I could pass it with no harm to any destination. My friend is the rod and screw. I have all that! Even I’ve got surplus. My best friend is my tools. I give them my full trust and they response me big commitment. And the story goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep my tools next to me. I bring them anywhere and always in my pocket. When I need to use my FAVORITE tool, my hand was tapped and knocked. OUCH! It hurts man… painful! I’m such a guy at the time, being tough cookie. I still clean one and only tool and put it in my box instead of ditch it away. Remove the impurities, until now. Because I know, my pain will slowly recover and I need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I would never throw my tools cos at the same time, my tools also useful as bandage. I need to use a lot of bandage to wrap my bloody heart. One more thing, I give uncountable chance to my tools even they knock me down repeatedly exceptional to my favorite tool. Don’t ask why, mr. n miss reader.&lt;br
