<?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-2217050038850266972</id><updated>2011-12-17T23:45:58.853+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Laugh'/><category term='Bliss'/><category term='long'/><category term='2009'/><category term='pie'/><category term='me'/><category term='sad'/><category term='Kem'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='idiot'/><category term='HER'/><category term='i'/><category term='Jeremiah'/><category term='master of insult'/><category term='song'/><category term='Loneliness'/><category term='Cry'/><category term='Chicken'/><category term='13'/><category term='library'/><category term='you'/><category term='SMK'/><category term='Gurren Lagann'/><category term='Koperasi'/><category term='Hui Shean'/><category term='Suzanne'/><category term='Friday'/><category term='Novel'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='stalker I am not'/><category term='Mac'/><category term='wish'/><category term='like'/><category term='Desperatism'/><category term='Comittee'/><category term='cake'/><category term='USJ'/><category term='outing'/><category term='love'/><category term='by'/><category term='science'/><title type='text'>The Journal of the Lone Fool</title><subtitle type='html'>If we won't start now, when will we?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-1357353350397204275</id><published>2010-12-11T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life During Holidays</title><content type='html'>It's a dusty blog, I know. I rejoiced my freedom too much and forgot the main thing that made me satisfied with myself; Writing. That being said, I didn't leave writing completely. I've even set up a goal for myself; I'm going to publish an anthology of my works by this New Year's Eve. It doesn't seem that far-fetched, seeing how I have more than 15 stuffs in my Works blog, coupled with other writing things I have unreleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, life during holidays is quite.... fun. Been out once in a while, started getting active in basketball and SK USJ 20 reunion next week! Sounds hectic but really, it isn't. In fact, I think that this is the best holiday I've ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyway, back to my life. I just finished watching TARA Season 4 and decided to join when I'm 21 years old, no dice. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I want to experience the life of being in an adventure throughout the continent&lt;br /&gt;2)I want to meet people from other countries and compete with them, mentally and physically&lt;br /&gt;3)I want to learn peoples' cultures and beliefs (TARA employs this quite a lot)&lt;br /&gt;4)I want to get known to the woman I fell in love with in TARA Season 4. (This, I admit, is quite idiotic. But a man can dream)&lt;br /&gt;5)Whoever my partner is, I want to bond with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money isn't really my want or desire. I just want to experience what could be one-shot thing in life. Just like KWN Training Camp and the finals itself. They both were one-shot experiences and like most 15-year old people, there's no more next year for me. Albeit we failed in reaping the grand prize and fly ourselves to US or Japan, the experience we had during the finals was amazing. I mean, when else can you walk in a shopping mall 12 AM all by yourself? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about KWN, I think I stressed it enough. =P There's NFFTY however, and Echo Films are certainly joining that. Our concept came from yours truly, story developed by the two brainiacs Aina and Geetasha. They did chop and minced and reformed my concept, but I tend to not care anyway. I'm still kind of wondering why are we still delaying in scriptwriting whilst Adziim, one of our main cast has only 2 weeks left before he gets shipped back to Labuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that brings an end to this post, I believe, see you again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: Check my Works blog, I have a new short story up!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-1357353350397204275?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1357353350397204275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-during-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1357353350397204275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1357353350397204275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-during-holidays.html' title='Life During Holidays'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-6786583494901195910</id><published>2010-10-31T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You think I’m funny, when I got the punchlines wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know what are my goals in life?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Be as funny as possible&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Make everyone happy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Experience something new every time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Attain adrenaline wherever possible and legal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Be the successor to P. Ramlee&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-Live in a happy family &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-6786583494901195910?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6786583494901195910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-think-im-funny-when-i-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6786583494901195910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6786583494901195910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-think-im-funny-when-i-got.html' title='You think I’m funny, when I got the punchlines wrong.'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-6324384176305968218</id><published>2010-10-30T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba-Dum-Tch</title><content type='html'>So hear yee, hear yee, Echo Films made it to the Finals, which is coming in the next 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the title? Because I'm feeling extra awesome today. Went out to Summit with my family. I didn't know the reason, till my father took me into Point B. "Listen son, you're into the finals, you're into the Gala Night, you've got to look good." He says, looking into my eyes as how a captain motivates a soldier in the midst of World War XII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erghm, anyway, Point B got nothing "hip", or so my dad says. I kind of found a sweet-looking black long-sleeve shirt that I would love to wear during the Gala Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he took me to this random store, and yeah, found nothing. The store next to it had something. Something that made me say "HOLY ****! I WANT I WANT I WANT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, like many girlish screams that boys make due to excessive desire of something, I didn't get it. The price of that shirt alone was RM 75. Talk about crazy price that could be used to order pizzas (And be more happy because pizzas are awesome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we cruised and cruised till we come across this boutique right next to a closed shop. (Yeah, try and find it now, posers!) The clothings there are just about par against quality from other boutiques, and the designs were heaven. Pricing was, surprisingly, lower than the other 1202023 shops we visited. I'm soo gonna buy my Raya clothings there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bought a pair of black slacks in addition to a gray long-sleeve shirt. Yes, I've nagged about this in Facebook. I just love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess it's time to go off, I got something to edit, and an interesting idea to write about =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-6324384176305968218?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6324384176305968218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/10/ba-dum-tch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6324384176305968218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6324384176305968218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/10/ba-dum-tch.html' title='Ba-Dum-Tch'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-8471289494535774399</id><published>2010-10-17T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What KWN and PMR did to change me</title><content type='html'>Hi there. It's Afif. Writing... on this dead blog. I wouldn't say it's a revival, because it isn't dead. Just left on hiatus for a few months whilst I get busy with KWN and PMR; Two biggest things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the biggest things, big number of changes are sure to follow. As such, both of these two things did their part to change me, physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we get down with these changes, let's go ahead with a recap of my life prior to KWN, then off to PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;KWN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a competition. A video competition. It was the first serious one in my life. And let me tell you, the last month was very hectic. We're talking about 3 hours of sleep here and&amp;nbsp;occasionally, no sleep at all. What drives me is fully the atmosphere of the training camp back at Putrajaya, and the fact that I'll be seeing my future as a movie producer bright as sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our video title? Heck, if I could, I would've just told you here. But the fact that I'm an editor of the greatly awesome Echo Films makes it so that I couldn't, thus, I wouldn't. Sad fate, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;PMR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting 3 years for this. Yes, 3 years. I've been waiting for this exam. Truthfully, I slacked 2 months before PMR, KWN and my decided future (Movie maker/writer) made it so that I wouldn't care much about PMR. I mean come on, Law of Gravity don't come into a writer's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the month before PMR, I lost sense of all those future and KWN thing, and started to strive for PMR. Let's just say I've been a huge nerd and stop there. It was all studying, studying, studying, until the big day came along. I admit, the night before, I was afraid. I was very afraid. My heart was literally beating like a drum in a rock band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I prayed to Allah. I prayed so hard so that Allah can make me feel relaxed. Thank Allah I did. During PMR, I feel relaxed. Really relaxed. The questions came in easy, I spent half the time looking at Ms./Mrs. Lily (A very beautiful invigilator). Just kidding. But in reality, I was relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask, yes, the questions were easy. Even Science Paper 2, all you Form 3 folks. Go ahead, say that I'm boastful, but I'm just stating my opinion towards the question and no insults or condemnations are going to change my opinion on the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did scream when PMR is finally over. I mean, I got a PSP a week before PMR, and wasn't allowed to touch it. CAN YOU IMAGINE THE PRESSURE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;So what did these two things change in me?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I guess this is what you people are waiting for. Just what in the world did KWN and PMR change me so much so that I'm writing one of the longest posts in my life? List form, firetrucking yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;Procrastination is not gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, the first few months of KWN, I procrastinated. I thought 'Hey, it's just a 5-minute piece of video, could do it in no time, heh!' and played Assassin's Creed II. I was wrong. This 5-minute video took a labor of more than 50 hours. And no, those 'more than 50' hours do not, I repeat, do not, &lt;i&gt;another time&lt;/i&gt;! Do not include sleep, eat, rest, drink, nor any other activities related to not facing the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Closer to Allah, yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hopes of winning KWN, and my terror to PMR made me closer to Allah. Everyday, I would do my five Solat Wajib (That I often tend to do less than that in the past), add Solat Sunat Hajat and Taubat after or before the Solat Wajib. I prayed that I could be closer to Allah, and Allah had given me such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 1Malaysia rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EchoFilms, SMK USJ 13's KWN team for this year, is composed of 3 Malays, 1 Chinese-Indian, 1 Indian, and 1 Chinese. Yeah, you read that right. Our team is 1Malaysia. And we work well too. We work so well that our brains are naturally channeled like a computer network. Every idea that we have in our brains is automatically transmitted to the other members. Don't believe me? Go ahead. I'm speaking truth, right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why so seriuz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that being serious is never the way to go in this life. Throughout PMR, I've decided to become a loner, and would wear a black hoodie if I could. But I couldn't, so the green suit stays. Anyway, being a loner would mean that I become a silent, agile (Okay, perhaps not), serious person, only thinking about PMR. Guess what? My friends changed that perception. We played the fool during PMR, talked about the beautiful invigilator, and even talked about our post-PMR goals despite the fact that the next paper is 5 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your life's goal isn't everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, few weeks after KWN, PMR was never a bother to me. I've been a person that kept thinking "I'm gonna be a writer/movie producer someday. Geo, History, Maths, Science never account to that!". Luckily, I woke up. And studied the hardest that I could. I know, my life's goal is to become something that doesn't even require any academical achievements, but, I would rather be a knowledgeable person, than a successful person. It's like choosing knowledge or money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt five of these lessons and many more throughout the two biggest periods in my life. Admittedly, this, yet again, have brought the deepest change in me. So, instead of getting all emotional and eye-teary and say goodbye, might as well say; Thank you for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-8471289494535774399?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8471289494535774399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-kwn-and-pmr-did-to-change-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8471289494535774399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8471289494535774399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-kwn-and-pmr-did-to-change-me.html' title='What KWN and PMR did to change me'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-564492144339427608</id><published>2010-07-22T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to Wake Up</title><content type='html'>I wonder what makes it so hard for me to actually realise that PMR is kicking around the corner. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm more active on my Works blog. So check that out more frequently. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-564492144339427608?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/564492144339427608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/need-to-wake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/564492144339427608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/564492144339427608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/need-to-wake-up.html' title='Need to Wake Up'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-6025402933609499322</id><published>2010-06-28T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nighttime Beloved</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just love waking up at night. With the Argentina's game averagely starting at 2.30 AM, I'm beginning to indulge into nighttime more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because that I love the nighttime party (Heck, I'm not being in any), it's the serene, calm feeling that nighttime gives you. The only noise available is you, the TV, and the almighty vuvuzelas. The average Joe might find this a little bit disturbing, but being a socially-awkward person myself, I have to admit, I love night no matter how much it scares me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm more productive 2.30 AM in the morning (Albeit drowsy) than 2.30 PM, when I would usually log into FB to make my tiring day at school rewarding, in a weird, slow, lengthy pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, I wonder if my body is truly built for night time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-6025402933609499322?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6025402933609499322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/06/nighttime-beloved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6025402933609499322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6025402933609499322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/06/nighttime-beloved.html' title='Nighttime Beloved'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-7715317265823212989</id><published>2010-06-20T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Person I Could Escape To</title><content type='html'>Let's see, it's 20th of June. What is this date, actually? Hmm, how should I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with this one individual. He's one of a kind. If I had only three words to describe him, it would be "Funny. Awesome. Caring." Let me just say why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This individual had lighten up my life with his pure jokes. Just as he claimed he would be, he's the office's joker. And he didn't leave the bag at the office, he brought it home, and shared the funny contents inside the jokes' bag. When I was down, his jokes actually mirrored my frown upside-down and shattering the lower reflection. I just can't help but to smile when I'm around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. A word that could be applied in so many ways. He is very awesome in heart, soul, and so many others. If I had the time to make a list on how the clock, which was sped up 5 minutes by this individual, had helped me be punctual, I'll actually make a list that's even longer than the red carpet in Emmy Awards. Thanks to that individual, my discipline is always top-notch. His militant-but-loving style of teaching us has truly shaped us to be prepared for the world that is upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just admit it; This individual certainly cares about ones who matter to him. He listens to our woes, and cheers on our fights. If you request something, he certainly won't give it, that's for sure. But let me tell you this, he'll give you words that are so powerful, it'll break your wishes and make you follow the words, which in the end makes you better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's hard for me to admit it, deep inside, I love him the way he is. He is this influential person that changes my life for the better. Although it's hard for me to admit it, my heart died a little when it was announced that he's going off to a far place, for a long time. Although it's hard for me to admit it, I enjoyed the two weeks of which he came over here for a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's hard for me to admit it, he is this person that I would respect and take care of forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day, Roslan Bin Che Mei A.K.A. My Beloved Father &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-7715317265823212989?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7715317265823212989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/06/person-i-could-escape-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7715317265823212989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7715317265823212989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/06/person-i-could-escape-to.html' title='The Person I Could Escape To'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-7864048381851564679</id><published>2010-06-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya ada Camcorder!</title><content type='html'>Got the equipment out of the school's safe, was asked whether we need the extra mini camcorder or not. Being a filmmaker freak that I am, I said "yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the camera, along with all the accessories, was taken home with me. That casted a 'gila' huge smile on my face.That means that I'm free to shoot whatever the hell that I want fo' free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the camera isn't HD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm currently working on now is downloading the Motion DV Software. Seriously, 20 Meg for one hour?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-7864048381851564679?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7864048381851564679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/06/saya-ada-camcorder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7864048381851564679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7864048381851564679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/06/saya-ada-camcorder.html' title='Saya ada Camcorder!'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-4200282375794153114</id><published>2010-05-27T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide and Why You Should Never Do It</title><content type='html'>PS: This is written to a certain someone that asked me to write her an essay about suicide through MSN. She had to log off, and I was already halfway. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across with people dealing with stress. Exams, work, studies, chores, heck, even Pacman, they're all the causes of stress. Too much stress led to suicide of a few people around the globe. But I always ask myself; Why? What's the fun of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have to agree with this; Life's a storybook. In every storybook, there'll be plot twists, conflicts, endings and beginnings. Now, imagine that life is a string, a string of which you paint. Colours represent actions that you have done with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you this; If you end your life now, would you see the further plot twists and conflicts and ultimately, the ending? If you end your life now and cut that string short, would you be able to find the colours that is painted on the string after the cutting point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No; Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a point of a wheel. It's always up or down as it moves. You, the emo people, are at the downs now, but it's a matter of time till you're up again, trust me. So yeah, don't cut the wheel in half, just let it be. And when you're at the up position, expect to go down again =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been around asking me, why am I so cheery? (Am I even cheery and happy-go-lucky?) It's the fact that I have something to hold on to and because of that, nothing lets me down. Nothing. So, find something that you can hold on to, your parents, friends, lovers, crush, current lifestyle, ANYTHING. As long as that thing makes you happy and makes you anticipate the next time you're doing/meeting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, take it from this perspective; When you end your life now, will you see your future of what you will become? Hell, you could be the worst scorers right now, but in the future, you might very well be one of the most successful people in the whole world. Life's a mystery that you have to actually see the end to discover it all. So don't cut loose and give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion; Life's too beautiful to end it now. You only have one chance, live it fully. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the Post:&lt;br /&gt;Life is a string. Cut lose, and you'll lose the mysterious end of it (This is my quote that I posted somewhere, but I forgot where D=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-4200282375794153114?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4200282375794153114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/suicide-and-why-you-should-never-do-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4200282375794153114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4200282375794153114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/suicide-and-why-you-should-never-do-it.html' title='Suicide and Why You Should Never Do It'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-6062132595083873185</id><published>2010-05-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever.......</title><content type='html'>1)Felt like sharing your problem but there was no one to listen?&lt;br /&gt;2)Tried to make an impression but only to be deemed as a "stalker" in the end?&lt;br /&gt;3)Made the right choice so much so that you can never regret taking the choice?&lt;br /&gt;4)Felt so much pain, that, if you know the reason, it would hurt you more?&lt;br /&gt;5)Felt so scared of the future that awaits you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Lost all the reasons to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;7)Got so many friends but none of them were around?&lt;br /&gt;8)Planned the future in a paranoia matter that you are starting to scare yourself in case you ever failed to accomplish your goal?&lt;br /&gt;9)Stuck to someone that is your best friend for so long, only having them to change their personality in total, in the end making you hate/ignore them?&lt;br /&gt;10)Loved someone so much, only to have fear of them letting go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Been comforted by the last person you ever thought about comforting you?&lt;br /&gt;12)Getting advice from someone, ignoring it, but in the end subtly following it?&lt;br /&gt;13)Drawing tears when you fought with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;14)Changed yourself so much to the point where you looked back at yourself, you were glad that you changed and can't believe that that snobby brat was you?&lt;br /&gt;15)Going from a totally emo and moody state, to a smiling bloke because a few friends comforted you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, I've felt all this before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-6062132595083873185?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6062132595083873185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6062132595083873185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6062132595083873185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-ever.html' title='Have You Ever.......'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-6894272565818411492</id><published>2010-05-22T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut Off</title><content type='html'>"I notice that we had not a thing that we like to do together" says the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, we broke off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys, but facing the truth is better than faking it. Do you know how long I had to fake? I'm better off without YOU, and YOU are better off without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to get hurt by knowing that all along, I was faking my love. I know how it feels, and that feeling stabs you more than telling you facts. Trust me, I've been there and done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you, I swear. But you are not the one that I'll end my life with. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most of the break-up post, I'm not gonna waste this post saying how much I hate her and the reasons that &amp;nbsp;tells you straight-in-the-face to stay away from her. Instead, I'll just rant about how&amp;nbsp;dissimilar we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't alike. Clumsiness-wise, yes, we are alike. But clumsiness and blurness won't be able to neglect the number 1 factor in every happy relationship; alikeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a few old couples and a few happy parents. They had something they like to do together. For instance, my mom and my dad, they just love to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever see you sing-along with me? No, and I invited you to this one time, didn't I? That's the dissimilar part of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never even had a nice conversation going on. It's always about you asking me if anyone saw us, or me passing sweet things to you. I never asked you if my friends saw us, nor did you ever pass one sweet thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that, I don't hate you. That goes to say, I don't love you either. As a friend, maybe. But as a lover? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Don't worry, I got your back if you're ever in harm. Remember, I do not hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: I'm really, really, really sorry if this post sounds like I'm offending you. I am not. I just found that we have nothing in common, and I'm calling it off. If you are hurt, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSS: There won't be any "Quote for the Post". This post doesn't deserve one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-6894272565818411492?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6894272565818411492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/cut-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6894272565818411492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6894272565818411492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/cut-off.html' title='Cut Off'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-8180907115957190516</id><published>2010-05-16T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>First word; ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I try to take a look at it, I have choices. A lot of them. Choices that in the end, will change my life forever. So why bother with them now? Teenage life awaits me on the other side. All I need is a little walking pace to get to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I blogging 7 AM in the morning? It so happened that on Saturday, I caught myself napping for one hour after working hard (Cleaning outside of the house water filter, cleaning the air-cond). Why am I working hard? I just felt like working hard. That's one of the urges that rarely comes to me. Just like the urge of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, so.... when I came back home from the dinner last night (Will talk about later), I fell asleep in the car, it was a one-hour ride. Then, I fell asleep on the couch, which the time was 11.00 PM or so. Then I woke up at 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't do the math or just simply don't want to do it, I technically overslept by one hour. YAY ONE HOUR OVERSLEEPING WHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightey, back to the dinner. The dinner at Bagan Lalang was again, one of the best dinners in my life. Again because I've ate there before and loved the food. Also, I love the setting of which the restaurant was facing the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I met new friends and old ones. New friends being Karmila and his brother (Haziq, wasn't it?), old friends being Haiqal (Or is it Haikal?) and his brothers. Too bad Nadim and Aqif weren't there though. The dinner was something so pragmatic, it'd took me a few hours just to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the feeling of beaches on a cold night. Barefoot and walking around, while the meaning of 'stop' doesn't really mean a thing to me. That and also the night stars, oh my God, weren't they wonderful. The beach was something to take a sight at. It was very, very, very, VERY, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have nothing to blog about. I'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the Post:&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars and wonder to yourself; How big is Universe and its inhabitants, actually? From there, realise that you are just a small fool, who can achieve humongous things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning:&lt;br /&gt;1)Realise that we are just small beings&lt;br /&gt;2)Even so, realise that we can achieve big things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-8180907115957190516?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8180907115957190516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8180907115957190516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8180907115957190516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-5301828525434537949</id><published>2010-05-12T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Start Believin'</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe the camp had happened. I know, as a dude, this feeling should never exist. As part of the SMK USJ 13's school team, this should not happen too. But, getting back to my normal life tends to get more and more tedious as I reminisce of the events that I had been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody or not, I have to fight through to get to the finals. The feeling that is everlasting in my soul pumps me harder and harder to grasp such feat. I don't think it will be possible, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone is having a hard time getting back to their normal lives. It's only been two days, I know. Still, I can't focus on my studies. And the exams are kicking in, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first two days, I am still dreaming about the camp. Even my little nap in class is about the bloody camp. Dude, I have a life here. But why am I still thinking about the camp? Probably there's something that I felt undone. Probably there's something that I felt missing out on. Probably the atmosphere there just drags my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it's now driving me to work harder and harder to strive through the preliminary round and get to the finals. So, with the fire-ish determination in my eyes, I'll fight harder to get to the finals. In the end, fighting is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the Post:&lt;br /&gt;Your Life's Possibility = Endless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-5301828525434537949?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5301828525434537949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-start-believin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5301828525434537949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5301828525434537949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-start-believin.html' title='Can&amp;#39;t Start Believin&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3627969473853801503</id><published>2010-05-10T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day and the Final Day</title><content type='html'>Today was the fourth day of the KWN Training Camp. It is also the day where:&lt;br /&gt;1)Mother's Day occur&lt;br /&gt;2)The whole KWN trainees go to FRIM&lt;br /&gt;3)The day of our second assignment&lt;br /&gt;4)The day where Pinnacle had shown its hate towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is today. Now, I want you to imagine a sad scene of a crying bloke under a canopy in a heavy rain. Sounds so cliche'? That exact same event occurred to me as I call my mom and wished her. I felt like crying because my mom had been waiting for my call since Day 1, I finally had a chance to contact my mother and also the fact that we (KWN trainee) are going to separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we're (KWN trainees are going to separate. Doesn't matter if you're my roommate or my best friend at camp, we're going to split up and that's that. If there was another KWN for me then it's okay. But this is my last time in the camp, not to mention it's my first time too. Rest assured, it's going to be one of the most memorable memories etched to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the room silent and think about this for a sec. A national camp, wings spread across Malaysia, ganging up for five days, and then splitting up as rivals in a competition organised by the organiser of the camp itself. And after that, it's not like you can see your rivals/friends in person anymore. If that is not enough, not all competitors get it to finals. So if I get to finals, I have a chance to miss out on meeting Hilman or Thiiban had they not been taken into the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for our second assignment, all we had to do is to shoot something, be it docummentary, PSA, drama, what have you? Like always, one hour is never enough, and with a few people actually taking over the camera schematics (Take note; I'm a director), the shooting didn't feel that............. un-pressurised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudette, I came up with the concept at 2 AM, I came up with the script at 5 AM, I came up with the directing prepositions at 7 AM. I lead, you follow. Aren't you supposed to be with the teachers anyway? This is KWN, Kids Witness News, not APWN, All-People Witness News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't enough, I edited the video since we got back into the ballroom till 8 PM. I skipped my teabreak and my lunch. If that wasn't enough, the computer crashed before my very eyes. If that wasn't enough, my editings and all was lost. If that wasn't enough, I only have a 1 minute gap between passing-up and editing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't enough, my group was deselected from the list of done assignments, therefore cancelling our chances of getting the prize. If that wasn't enough, my piece that I see as one of the best I came up with didn't get shot. If that wasn't enough, I had to go through the day wasting 6 precious hours of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't enough............. I'll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the Post:&lt;br /&gt;Young man, deteriorate anger as you would deteriorate woman. Harshly, yet passionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning:&lt;br /&gt;Remove your anger as fast as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-3627969473853801503?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3627969473853801503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/mother-day-and-final-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3627969473853801503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3627969473853801503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/mother-day-and-final-day.html' title='Mother&amp;#39;s Day and the Final Day'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-4758622485739272501</id><published>2010-05-09T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KWN Training Camp</title><content type='html'>Ahh, finally I can find the tranquility to blog. It's silent, beautiful silence at that. The only thing that I can hear is my typing, my brain and that noisy air-conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the KWN Training Camp, SMK USJ 13's representative&amp;nbsp;along with Aina Nabilah. Our teacher is Pn. Suria. My group is Group 4. That's the basic idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, everything was new to me. But, instead of silencing myself and practically killing my chance to actually bond with other people, I did something that a hikkikomori (However you spell that?) can never do; I talked with people. Converse, converse, converse, and you have one of the most sociable people around (Narcissism alert).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee Tee Dabal-You, I learnt a lot about film making, so this goes to show how much I am lacking in Film-Making Intelligence (For this session, I'ma call it FMI). I got to pass it around though, the facilitators and the lecturers alike are spectacular geniuses =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stated two paragraphs above, I bonded with a few new friends, the closest being:&lt;br /&gt;1)Thiiban Paraskaran&lt;br /&gt;2)Rosyafeq&lt;br /&gt;3)Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;4)Sean&lt;br /&gt;5)Sanjay&lt;br /&gt;6)Thomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my roommates (Temporary roommates), we haven't came across the whole KWN list yet:&lt;br /&gt;1)Safia Alia&lt;br /&gt;2)Khadijah&lt;br /&gt;3)Razeem&lt;br /&gt;4)That girl next to Razeem&lt;br /&gt;5)Those two representative from USJ 12&lt;br /&gt;6)Facilitators&lt;br /&gt;7)Karisma&lt;br /&gt;8)A lot more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day came our first assignment; Make an interview. That's not a hard topic, but being someone who likes to Do-It-All-Yourself (DIAY), I have a hard time being an actor only. In the end, I also took a few shots, gave directions to the cameragirl (Aina), written the scripts. But I've to say, instead of getting tired of multitasking, my mind is relieved from the stress of taking on one role only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just goes to show that if I ever, ever, had my own production team, rest assured I'll be everything, just like Steven Spielberg/George Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end product? It had a love/hate reaction on the judges it seems. One of them likes it, one of them does not. I think I'll be uploading that to Youtube if I ever got a chance. Our topic? "Bad Habits in the Hotel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having a new assignment tomorrow (Technically, today since it's 1.30 AM), I suppose after my superb (Narcissist alert) performance, they, my group members would probably elect me as the director. I'm not sure whether I'll hold the editor role again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's time for me to leave to my awesome bed to my awesome sleep, as I'll be waking up at 5. That means.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NOEZ 3 AND A HAF OUR O' SLEEPZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Quote for the post-&lt;br /&gt;Automation simplifies the process. But does automation simplifies the process of giving birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning:&lt;br /&gt;A good thing can't always be applied to so many other things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-4758622485739272501?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4758622485739272501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/kwn-training-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4758622485739272501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4758622485739272501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/kwn-training-camp.html' title='KWN Training Camp'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-8335883651457885050</id><published>2010-04-30T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newly added working stuff.</title><content type='html'>The title doesn't make any bloody sense, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to put here is that I've got a lot things going on concerning my writing life. Oh bee-tea-double-you, I'm finally okay with my mother :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I'm listening to Folie A Deux, let me post a random line of lyrics from a song in the album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care what you think as long as it's about me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightey. Now, back to the writing life. I've got a lot of things going on, what with my anthology, my Cerekarama TV3 script (Say what?), and my comic. Let's get em covered one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anthology&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of finishing/publishing an Anthology titled "The Lone Fool", composing of my writing things on my Works blog. I'm already close to the end. What is left is the two short stories; Elizad's First Day of School and My Girlfriend is a Ghost. Then we're ultimately done and I can contact a publisher =D. *Imaginary Syndrome ON* And from there, I'll be rich, hell yeah. *Imaginary Syndrome OFF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cerekarama TV3 Script&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all Malaysians know it, TV3 Cerekarama is filled with bunch of overdone cliche' dramatic drama that's not dramatic at all. This, in the end, kills the meaning of "Cerekarama", overall changing it to "Cerekadrama". This must be put to a stop! *Clichely smashes a table using fist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will do is write a script titled "Perang Extora". It's going to be about a dictator leading a country for his own fun. His Deputy has gathered trust around the world and a war shall initiate between the whole world and Extora. However, it's not going to be an easy war as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Most advanced weapons in the world are passed to No Regrets Annihilation Unit; A military unit under the leadership of the dictator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)NRAU exists. They are the elitists in war, and have no regrets regardless how many people they've killed. And apparently, NRAU is quite big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Military members are awesomely big. Too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, just imagine how hard it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Comic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actuality, it's not mine. But it's part mine..... yeah. Afiqah Muzainah approached me one day and claimed that she had the means to draw comic but she had no energy to think of a good story. I replied about my visionary idea. She said "Yes" and that's where we'll kick off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the script writer, she'll be the illustrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll send the finished product to Gempak Starz and in high dreams, they shall take it in and we'll be posted all over the world in Gempak. This is soooooooooooo FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, my life is getting better. And as life gets better, the actual fun in studying is getting better too. Can't wait to finish Tatabahasa revision book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-8335883651457885050?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8335883651457885050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/newly-added-working-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8335883651457885050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8335883651457885050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/newly-added-working-stuff.html' title='Newly added working stuff.'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-7927324786375940012</id><published>2010-04-26T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:12.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not you</title><content type='html'>An emo post once in a while can't hurt the blog. But it can hurt my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so recently, I've been slacking off my chores. But I did not forget to do them. I was ever so relaxingly watching a nigahiga video on Youtube. At that time, I still have yet to iron my cloth (Which I shall do later, seriously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you burst in anger because I did not do that one single chore. It was okay with me, because I know it's my fault. And then those two people that I call "siblings" had to provoke my anger (Which was in the cooldown state till they had to provoke it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you advised, I run upstairs and get as far away as possible from them, to avoid me bursting into my own anger and turn into freaking human Hulk. That did erase my anger, until you called me down and scolded at me for something that I did not do, and for something that you, yourself advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right, I do not know who to blame. Me, the siblings, or you. Statistically speaking, had it not been for the siblings, the whole part of you scolding me wouldn't really occur. Then again, it's my fault for skipping that one chore. As much as I try to avoid it, you are at fault too for not asking the reason for that runaway of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's get it clear as the sky; My anger's target? It's not you. It's not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as far as it seems, you think that I'm agitated because of you, while you're actually not. So, I don't know whether you read my blog or not, but my beautiful lovely mother, I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-7927324786375940012?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7927324786375940012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-not-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7927324786375940012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7927324786375940012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-not-you.html' title='It&amp;#39;s not you'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-846757511445143130</id><published>2010-04-19T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:13.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>These are quotes written by me. I know, this should go into The Works, but for some reason, I felt like posting it here:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Life is a long thread. Cut it, and you'll lose the mysterious other end of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) All humans need to be a butterfly. Silent, yet fluttering in beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) First impression is the everlasting impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) All the world needs to be is a stage, because everyone wants to be at the centre of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Improvement is not something that you wish. It is something that you try to achieve. (I don't know how, but this sounds very similar)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) If you want to progress in life, then wake up, stand, and walk. Progression does not wait for those who don't move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Time is not gold, for gold can be wasted without regret. Time is love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) People who think about the future are stupid. But people who act for the future are geniuses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Do not blame others for their own mistakes. Instead, learn from them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Achieve information by understanding it, not memorizing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-846757511445143130?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/846757511445143130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/846757511445143130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/846757511445143130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3560194780924380412</id><published>2010-04-15T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:13.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh Feedjit</title><content type='html'>I'll be putting up a Feedjit extension so that I can see who is on the lookout for me. Other than that, I guess I have nothing to blog about, really. My life won't be fun to read unless you readers are mentioned. Therefore, I tend to avoid life posts as much as possible =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sad as it seems, Miss Mahirah is leaving us. She had been an awesome teacher from Day 1. Her tagline "Apakah?" tells us a story of jokes, therefore, making us laugh most of the time. &amp;nbsp;She actually made me love Art Class. This is the first time that I felt that Art Class is a way to release stress, not increase it by tenfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I would like to thank Miss Mahirah for teaching me for the past two months. I, and the whole class, will be missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs172.snc1/6460_115601105841_738075841_2147081_7061110_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs172.snc1/6460_115601105841_738075841_2147081_7061110_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll miss you greatly, teh lagenda teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, let us spend the last two classes for fun! (And that dawai arca thingy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Updates about my anthology:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1)Got my second short story on the writings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2)A few more poems added into the "Done" list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3)Xsaye might collaborate as the cover artist (Compliments to her =w=b )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't ask me about "Elizad's First Day of Middle School". That thing might be cancelled D =. But it has such a nice plot, I might not cancel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And yes, Xsaye might help me out in drawing the cover. I am right now planning how it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess this is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh wait, I pwned my classmates in S-I-R. Given 6 words, and I was the one who got them all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, my father who just got back from Abu Dhabi is going back tomorrow. The week was fun, father! And my mother got admitted into SJMC last week for having the complications of "SLIP DISC". She is now out of the hospital, feeling a tad better, though she can't bowl anymore =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That is all, toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/2217050038850266972-3560194780924380412?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3560194780924380412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/teh-feedjit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3560194780924380412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3560194780924380412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/teh-feedjit.html' title='Teh Feedjit'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-6744979935923419155</id><published>2010-04-12T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:13.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explanation</title><content type='html'>I don't want to sound obsessive of YOU, so here's a real post for once. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached 100 posts in my last blog, which the 100th post was something really deep. JennJenn figured it out, but I have yet to explore what her theory was. So here you go, explanation for this "Transformation" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let's look at the URL perspective. Yes, even the URL holds something very deep. From "Afif Like Eat" to "Afif Like You". I broke the fourth wall (In case you don't know, it's a literary device. It stands for communicating with the reader upfront) with the new URL.&amp;nbsp; What I meant to show was; From a loner to being...... friendly? Yeah. (From "eating", (which is a lone act) to "you", which shows people, which shows friendliness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now look at the small section on the top right on the &lt;a href="http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/"&gt;old blog&lt;/a&gt;. Which says "Transformation". Keep that in mind. And keep the "Sequel? Maybe" part in your mind as well. Now, let's look at the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lone Fool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stuttering fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Stuttering heart,&lt;br /&gt;Stuttering hold of a pen&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the words "Stuttering", this shows that TLF is at his final breath. Yes, he's at his own deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lone Fool,&lt;br /&gt;Now writing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onto his forsaken journal,&lt;br /&gt;Private, yet shared to many&lt;/b&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poet/TLF is describing his blog. Forsaken because it's been with him for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He has reached the period,&lt;br /&gt;Of his long sentence,&lt;br /&gt;The end of the book,&lt;br /&gt;Is nowhere but nigh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last entry of TLF, before he dies. And his death time is drawing to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Farewell to his good friend,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Old Journal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perhaps, a hello to his new friend,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. New Journal&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Friend = Mr. New Journal. Seems so simple, but here's probably one of the deepest parts of the poem. He's dying, yet he's transiting to a new blog? WTH is this? "his new friend" also describes his new self. "New self?" you ask. It shall be explained further below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He hates it,&lt;br /&gt;I hate it,&lt;br /&gt;They hate it,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you hate it,&lt;br /&gt;But as far as it seems,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The period of the long sentence,&lt;br /&gt;Brings the end of his journal,&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;Brings the end of himself&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, nobody wants to see a person's death, even the blog's death too. That's why I put the "hate it" part inside. But the bold part. "The period of the long sentence" describes the final post, "The end of his journal" describes the death of TLF's blog. "Brings the end of himself" describes his own death that was &lt;b&gt;designed by him&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformation, that's why. TLF had the intention to change, but he has to die in order to change. He wanted to be a better person. TFG (The Friendly Genius) is the sequel to TLF's life. TFG and TLF are the same person. They are one. TFG is just the reborn of TLF, and it was a fantastic reborn. It was a "Maybe" because TLF himself was unsure about this reborn, whether it will succeed or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But YOU came along, and made this no more but a reality. Thanks to YOU, the reborn was perfect. Now, TFG (Formerly known as TLF) was no longer an easy to be sad guy. No matter what happens to him, it's always hard for him to be sad, all because of YOU were there to support him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everything is explained now. However, let's further go down into the name perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lone Fool&lt;br /&gt;The Friendly Genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut out the similar part, "Lone Fool" and "Friendly Genius", they are totally opposite of each other. Transformation, again, explains this. TLF was a Fool because he did not think that having friends would be a good thing. TFG, on the other hand, is a genius because he realised that friends are one of the most important aspects in life. It's just narcissism in the base of realisation, not in that intelligence perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that long, I guess it's no secret that TLF = TFG and TLG = TFG = Afif Ridhwan Roslan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-6744979935923419155?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6744979935923419155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/explanation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6744979935923419155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6744979935923419155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/explanation.html' title='Explanation'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-7252012236656962550</id><published>2010-04-09T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:13.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, My GF's not Gedik</title><content type='html'>Pn. Zuana is a cool teacher. I don't give a thought on what bad things you say about her, but she's a cool teacher. I lost one of my books and she told me what to do. And I, ze koperasi prefect, did what I was told to and let me say, operating the library's computer is swell. Now, to find that lost book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked about why I can come in and out of the office everytime, well, best off asking Pn. Zuana, I don't want to appear like a narcissist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------Time for the real post--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROLOGUE: I SERIOUSLY INTENDED NO OFFENCE TO MOM, YOU OR MY BELOVED READERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my brother showed the pictars of me and YOU to my mom. Honestly, rather than being afraid of getting lashes or ashamed, I felt pride. ............ Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's a comment that I heard from my brother's mouth (Which of course was taken from the projection of words from mother's mouth) "Eiii, taknak lah mak dengan dia ni. Macam control cantik je....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, can I ask you a question? What kind of girl who won't want to appear as beautiful and elegant as possible in front of their boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point proven. Other than that, she seems to be more to adventurous, outgoing and non-gedik than any other girls I've seen in my whole life. That scar of falling down the drain, I showed it to most of my classmates and even guys flinched. My GF never even said "eww" or "Eyh jangan dekat!". And if scars are meant to be the uttermost ickiest thing, then I suppose I don't have to worry about this scenario to happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A and B are walking in Sunway, sweetly together (A; Dude. B; Dudette). Suddenly, B screamed.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Why?" asked A, worried.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Makeup I cair! You tunggu kejap dua jam, I nak apply a new layer!" B replied and runs to the toilet.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A is left waiting.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I guess this goes to show how not gedik my GF actually is, mom. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-7252012236656962550?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7252012236656962550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/mom-my-gf-not-gedik.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7252012236656962550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7252012236656962550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/mom-my-gf-not-gedik.html' title='Mom, My GF&amp;#39;s not Gedik'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3420501482173838910</id><published>2010-04-08T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:13.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the Nav Bar</title><content type='html'>Let's just assume that I've done terrific CSS HAXX in order to get that piece of a useful bar back and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed two books from the library and sadly, I lost them. I think I'll file a loss tomorrow but still be on the lookout for them. All thanks to my new maid who concurrently misplaced them books somewhere, somewhere that I could not find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been admitted into Sunway Medical Centre due to difficulties of walking, she couldn't stand for long, 'less she'll feel pain. My mom did MRI, now waiting for results. Meanwhile, on father's side, he's too concerned about mom and now heading home from Abu Dhabi. So I'll see my father who had been away for long. Ahh, sweet removal of the feeling of missing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both sleepyheads, YOU and me, just that I'm more of a darned sleeper than YOU'll ever be =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, I did told my maid to wake me up at 4 so that I could text YOU sooner. That didn't happen, and I text'd you at 6. And ran out of credit, and called you through the house phone. Let's just hope mom won't get agitated by looking at the TM bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, this is all for now, see yerz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-3420501482173838910?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3420501482173838910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/return-of-nav-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3420501482173838910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3420501482173838910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/return-of-nav-bar.html' title='The Return of the Nav Bar'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3193825404903215083</id><published>2010-04-08T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:13.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walked YOU Home</title><content type='html'>It took us 5 minutes to decide whether to stayback or not. I've to say "Yea, we should." YOU agreed without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only now I realized that the change of English Society's meeting day change from Tuesday -&amp;gt; Wednesday is only effective next week. And YOU realized that there was no meeting for your club. So, we hung out in the library, just YOU and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a Greek mythology book and decided to find Perseus in it. To my surprise, there was no Perseus in it, let alone Hades. Wait.... what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I can't believed that we stared at each other's eyes for that long. As I said, YOUR eyes have so much to say to me, I can't take my gaze off them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun talking to YOU, no, it was lovely. Sure, my gone-to-college senior kind of kacau'd us and some of my classmates did too, but heck, it was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking YOU home was wonderful. I nearly knew YOUR home address now. :P But we had to split ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all the time that I have to blog now, I guess I'll be writhing in pain from falling from that deep drain, then go to sleep. See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-3193825404903215083?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3193825404903215083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/walked-you-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3193825404903215083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3193825404903215083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/walked-you-home.html' title='Walked YOU Home'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-5844856387930331323</id><published>2010-04-06T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:13.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>6 Days</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I can't believe it. We were perfect strangers the past few weeks. I was only bothered by YOUR beautiful name, and that's that. Who knew? It took only 6 days for us to be in harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I see nothing in YOU, for the last few weeks anyway. But after these non-forgettable 6 days, I see everything, in the end, I see YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this is the post about YOU and how I finally obtained a girlfriend, and it's YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, quite a good time to change my blog and hold the URL of "Afif Like You", isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember it, delicately, I only thought of YOU as a friend on the first day. Probably a close one, and maybe best friends. That's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day however, my thought for YOU increases. I began to feel affectionate towards YOU. Like it or not, the thought of having YOU as a friend just doesn't seem to visit my brain. I began to realize, YOU are probably one of the most important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day, I already thought of YOU as someone that is not only important, but also someone that I would protect had there been a stray dog or a pervert on steroids. YOUR smile gave me hours to ponder about how wonderful it is, YOUR simple laugh complicate me to leave YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day, I walked home with YOU. It was a pace too fast for me to cooperate with. But since YOU were there to support me, I have no obligations and no obstacles. I began to fall in love with YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth day, I planned everything. Even set up a freaking bomb that when set off, shall reveal what I actually feel about YOU and that bomb shall set off on the sixth day. That walk in Taipan was probably the best walk I ever had in the world, all thanks to YOU (And of course, our company).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth day was the best day of my life. We went to Sunway by bus, bought tickets, played archery (Though YOU did not participate), had lunch and watched the movie. I with my colleague carefully planned that YOU will seat next to me. YOU know what? Screw Clash of the Titans, I've got the best thing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we bowled. This was the last activity and I whispered to myself "If we freaking don't start now, when will we?". It's the overused quote of The Lone Fool, but I couldn't be bothered. That's when I took the vigilante step and took hold of YOUR hand. A touch, a feel, then a grasp. Electricity of sort rushed through my body, but YOU were there to help me. YOU willingly grasp my hand back. And then we pretended as if we're listening to our colleague, but we were in our own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereof, another bomb has been set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set off the second bomb with this simple conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, it's only been a week, and we're already holding hands," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I wonder why?" YOU replied.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, maybe because I want you to be my girlfriend," I answered coolly. YOU smiled, I smiled, the people behind us probably smiled as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU told me of YOUR problem, and that gave me some time to think. On the bus, I stared into YOUR eye, calmly thinking. No, it has to be done. A bond has to be created there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the bus, I told YOU that yeah, we can be a couple, and I asked YOU again, "Would you?" When YOU said yes, it definitely casted me the strength to scream out "HELL YEAH!", completely ignoring the other people aside. It was the time where my head felt really light and I could produce a never-ending grin. It was the best moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I never really told YOU why I wanted to be with YOU, so let me begin in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)YOU are charming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn about beauty queens here in the school. YOU were the most charming thing I've ever seen in my life. YOUR smile, laugh, everything about YOU is perfect in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)YOU are clumsy and blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, YOU master these attributes. YOU really shine when it comes to clumsiness (Um, did you drop that utensil at Papa John's?), and let's not talk about blurness. Simply said, YOU are blur and clumsy just like me, and that's a plus fact that I hold so very dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)YOU are easy to talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What jokes I tell YOU through the phone, or in real life, you always laugh at it, no matter how lame it's supposed to be. I can talk to you about so many stuff, it'll make me a bearded man on my halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)YOU are perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU and I both have something to share, always. YOU have some attributes that I have as well. YOU are charming, elegant, and I love that hairstyle that YOU keep hiding in school by tying it into a ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I love staring into YOUR eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I have High-Level Autism, which makes it quite hard for me to stare into people's eyes. When it comes to YOU, that autistic value has lost all its points. I could stare into YOUR eyes for hours and never get bored, because they have so much things to say to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, there are so much things to say about YOU, I think Google's going to find me and put me under its "Longest Post Record".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this post is probably the cheesiest one yet. But, I have to do this to just give YOU a glimpse on how much I actually love you. Thank YOU for letting yourself to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just read YOUR SMS today. Sorry, when I decided to lie down for two minutes in an air-conditioned room, I fell asleep early that night. Forgive me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-5844856387930331323?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5844856387930331323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/6-days.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5844856387930331323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5844856387930331323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/6-days.html' title='6 Days'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3405614585874394701</id><published>2010-04-04T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:13.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing nav bar</title><content type='html'>This doesn't rule in any way. I want my navigation bar back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, when I want to blog, I'd go to my blog first, to check for any new messages on the cbox, then reply to it. Thereafter, I press the "New Post" thing on the nav bar, and blog. That, or press the "Log in" thing, then click on "New Post".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, the missing nav bar forces me to actually type the blogger.com URL over and over again just to post! This.........is.......................... A FORCED LABOUR! I DEMAND THE RETURN OF MY NAV BAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I iz has a newz crushez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-3405614585874394701?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3405614585874394701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-nav-bar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3405614585874394701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3405614585874394701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-nav-bar.html' title='Missing nav bar'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2754569651290918393</id><published>2010-04-03T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:13.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Period?</title><content type='html'>I've not been cognizant whether to consign a one-week grace period in regards to explaining all these poppycock about "Transformation" and deepness. Any suggestion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Unquestionably, I have thesaurus'd most of the words in this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-2754569651290918393?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2754569651290918393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/grace-period.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2754569651290918393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2754569651290918393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/grace-period.html' title='Grace Period?'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2426025941109872276</id><published>2010-04-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T12:18:13.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy your stay!</title><content type='html'>So, like, hi! This is my new blog, I hope it's not depressing as the old one, because I planned something deep there, and it's all laid out in:&lt;br /&gt;1)"The Lone Fool" Poem&lt;br /&gt;2)The titles of these two blogs&lt;br /&gt;3)The usage of "!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An explanation will come out later, so like, watch out! This is something that you don't want to miss! Oh, by the way, I demand a relink to my new blog, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yes, this sounds terribly orchestrated. It's as if this Afif guy got drugged or something. I'll stick with my normal "."s instead, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-2426025941109872276?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2426025941109872276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/enjoy-your-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2426025941109872276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2426025941109872276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/enjoy-your-stay.html' title='Enjoy your stay!'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-8610756299265700986</id><published>2010-04-02T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:25:06.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Period of the Long Sentence.</title><content type='html'>After so long, the 100th post is achieved. This draws an end to this forsaken blog. I'm quite sad actually. This blog/journal has served me for two years. I never tried to quit and re-URL it, never changed its layout or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see it end, it's like saying farewell to a dear friend. Yea sure, the post number is unlimited, but thing's at its 100th post, probably best to say farewell now and create anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past these years, my Internet Language has completely changed. From using "emoticons" to rarely using them, from posting "LOLs" to "Hahahahaha". Don't believe me? Compare the first five posts to the last five posts. Major contradictions in style of writing, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm very well astonished. I'm quite at a loss of words, so I think it's best to leave you all with this poem (One more to my anthology):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lone Fool,&lt;br /&gt;Stuttering fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Stuttering heart,&lt;br /&gt;Stuttering hold of a pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lone Fool,&lt;br /&gt;Now writing,&lt;br /&gt;Onto his forsaken journal,&lt;br /&gt;Private, yet shared to many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has reached the period,&lt;br /&gt;Of his long sentence,&lt;br /&gt;The end of the book,&lt;br /&gt;Is nowhere but nigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he has reached the end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to his good friend,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Old Journal,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, a hello to his new friend,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. New Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates it,&lt;br /&gt;I hate it,&lt;br /&gt;They hate it,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you hate it,&lt;br /&gt;But as far as it seems,&lt;br /&gt;The period of the long sentence,&lt;br /&gt;Brings the end of his journal,&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;Brings the end of himself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-8610756299265700986?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8610756299265700986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/period-of-long-sentence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8610756299265700986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8610756299265700986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/period-of-long-sentence.html' title='The Period of the Long Sentence.'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-1043493783814666044</id><published>2010-03-28T12:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T12:05:46.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two more posts</title><content type='html'>Until I reach a milestone. Now, what should I do for my 100th post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am relieved. Listening to the same Secondhand Serenade's songs over and over gain is getting tiring. But then, John Vesely announced that the fourth album is done, and a release date will be issued soon. That casted an upward curve on my face and I monologued "Hell, I'll be buying this".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to show support to my number 1 favourite artist, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, results came in. I wasn't satisfied, 6 As won't account for anything to enter me into any boarding schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did I just say "boarding schools"? Yes, I did. Back when I was Form 2, I never wanted to go into any boarding schools, but time's changed, and so did my choice. Like it or not, the best way to get a good scholarship would be going into a boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a thing though, I'll have to say bye to everything in my life. No more basketball, no more mom's cooking (For the school terms, at least), no more Facebook, no more computer, and possibly, no more writing. The biggest lost would be losing the ability to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, pen and paper works, but I'm petrified. Petrified of the fact that my hard copy could somehow be:&lt;br /&gt;1)Thrashed off by bullies&lt;br /&gt;2)Soaked under the rain&lt;br /&gt;3)Cut in half&lt;br /&gt;4)Losing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invalid reasons, but I can't be bothered. Saying bye-bye to writing is as painful as giving away your fingers. That thing is attached to me like how a 20-cent coin getting super-glued to the floor. But no, the hammer won't break it off, unlike the coin-floor thing. Trust me, I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found nothing else to talk about. Sorry. See ya a later time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-1043493783814666044?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1043493783814666044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-more-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1043493783814666044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1043493783814666044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/two-more-posts.html' title='Two more posts'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2724435255490088221</id><published>2010-03-20T23:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:12:20.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone will die, period</title><content type='html'>My uncle posed me a quote that I will remember forever:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Afif, I'm gonna be straight with you. Taste, enjoy and devour every single food that you mother cook because, when she pass away, you can't taste them anymore"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And during the dinner which my uncle posed me the quote, I ate every single thing served at the table. Thinking about the quote makes me sad enough. I love my mother so very, very much to the point where I have no shame in hugging her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fact; Everyone's going to die, no matter what you do.  If there's a life-extending pill, well take it. Then your mom's body will be immune to it, and finally, gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth is, my mother is the person that I love so much. From the start of my life till now. She made me feel safe, she made me feel de-stress, and mostly, she made me feel loved. Yes, she nags, yes, she scolds, and yes, she sometimes left us alone. But she nags because I did something wrong, she scolds because she wants to straighten me up, and she left us alone because she was busy and back then, our maid still hadn't come yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how many times have I dreamt about my mother's passing. It was a dream filled with despair, yet the environment was so radiant. I saw mom in a dress that lighted itself elegantly in the wide space. I just watched her, as a river of sort separates me from her. Then I woke up feeling hot, hot because of my tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember back when I just got back from camp and told mother about all my problems. She scolded me and I went into my room and slept in tears. Truth was, I just got back from camp, I want some motherly love after all the crap I've been through in the camp (Non-cooperative camp mates), but guess what, I got scolded. Call me a pansy, but you won't know how that feels until it hits you. But mom made up for it, by welcoming me to the real world from my sleep, with the loving face on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, I have problems with my classmates, I discussed with mom. I had stress for a straight week due to some people weren't being cooperative enough. As smart as she is, she presented me with a solution that I never thought about before. Then, I'm as happy as a bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, imagine all these memories, remain as such. No more mom. She'll be part of the history. There will be nobody to support me when I'm down, nobody to love me like a mother, nobody to straighten me out and nobody to cook the best meals for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A question, do you want your mother to pass away? I doubt that you'll say "yes".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had to jot down every single piece of memories with my mom, Google would take me down for writing the longest post possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom is the best thing that ever happened in my life. Thank you mother, for being the best person in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Just to slide a note; a preview of "Elizad's First Day of School" is out in my Works blog. Do check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-2724435255490088221?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2724435255490088221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/everyone-will-die-period.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2724435255490088221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2724435255490088221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/everyone-will-die-period.html' title='Everyone will die, period'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-4071167519231686488</id><published>2010-03-17T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:56:27.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't post my Works here (Blogspot, not FB Notes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Foreword: To JennJenn and fellow readers, I intend no offense at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;JennJenn posed a good suggestion towards me (Gratitudes to her). She suggested that I should post my works here instead of that Works blog that people visit mainly because of the number of hits I get here is far larger than that of Works blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly, I am not going to follow the suggestion for the time being. There are a few reasons of which I will elaborate on them one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Congestion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't post my Works here because of the current congestion of my life posts. Basically, if I post my Works here, it'll be overwhelmed by the almost daily posts of mine, therefore, not giving any chance for the Works to be read. Yes, there is a workaround by altering the post date and time, but I prefer not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confusion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had post my Works here, confusion would rise. Given the situation right now, people read here because they want to see my life on text. So if I suddenly slip a Work here, it will confuse many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traffic-sion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good internet traffic (Number of visits) is good. However, this also would allow for spam, and also words of "OMG U R AWSOME!" coming in the cbox without the commenter actually reading any of my Works, thus, giving me a ray of fraudulent pride. If I post on my Works blog, that has rarely a piece of traffic at all, the responses that I get will be genuine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, that is my 3 reasons as to why I don't post my Works here. Thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I'm writing a new short story titled "Elizad's First Day of Middle School". Tells a tale of a silly/witty teen living a silly/witty life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PSS: That anthology of which I am composing might or might not have exclusive Works that can only be found in the book. So better get it! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-4071167519231686488?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4071167519231686488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-i-dont-post-my-works-here-blogspot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4071167519231686488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4071167519231686488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-i-dont-post-my-works-here-blogspot.html' title='Why I don&apos;t post my Works here (Blogspot, not FB Notes)'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-185034768883870451</id><published>2010-03-15T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:58:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited</title><content type='html'>I am really excited. For what? For PMR. The feeling of facing the exam hit me at the head this one day. The suspense, the pressure, the nervous feeling when I grab that paper and also, the feat of going into the age of 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why 16 though Taylor Swift (My favourite female artist) made a song titled "Fifteen"?&lt;br /&gt;-The opportunity to work at the local KFC, obtain money, and score some cool gadgets&lt;br /&gt;-The chance for me to ride a motorcycle legally&lt;br /&gt;-Finally, to obtain freedom that I once longed to have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that I'm excited for is the opportunity to release an anthology. An anthology of my works. I had a conversation with Mom, and this is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, you have a friend that works at a publisher company, yes?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"So, I was thinking, if I want to publish an anthology, would it be possible?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"Hell yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I dreamed of having is finally possible; a book under my name. And what it composes of is MY stuff, not a share of many writers (*Cough* Sehijau Warna Daun *Cough*). So yeah, I wanted to see the looks on people's faces, especially the ones who are in the negatives with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 10 Works I have now, the only ones publishable are:&lt;br /&gt;3 Poems&lt;br /&gt;2 Short Story (One in paragraphs and another in dialogue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got five blog-published works. I have one poem in my cellphone, and one short story running in my head as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have yet to have "Life's Dialogue" sequels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I'm planning to start on working at my very best, ensuring the success of "The Anthology of the Lone Fool".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, and I'll put you in "Thanks". Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-185034768883870451?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/185034768883870451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/185034768883870451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/185034768883870451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/excited.html' title='Excited'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-4890609481068029619</id><published>2010-03-10T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:37:52.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Happening</title><content type='html'>Life's boring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study -&gt; Exam -&gt; Study -&gt; Exam -&gt; PMR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noticed that something's missing from the above flowchart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how, but I'm inflicted with JennJenn's style of using this blog as a platform of releasing stress,, and everything around it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daily events, well, let's just say Yours Truly is the definition of not being alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, there is one incident that would strike everyone at their heads when I talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually after coming out of my tuition class, I would walk home with my walk-mate, Irfan. 5 meters away is a road that we have to cross (Not that big, it's your everyday one-way Taipan-style road. Just that it's not at Taipan, and it's well maintained). Then we walk along the sidewalk of Persiaran Kewajipan, heading to Petronas, look for something to buy, and then, using the provided staircase, rise up to USJ 20, split ways, waved goodbye and continue on with our journey back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yesterday, something else happened. We walked for that 5 meters, and just what God commanded, a car suddenly braked hard. The car at the back braked harder. And some other car at the back, going fast, was caught surprised by this chain of braking, the driver literally pressed down the brake pedal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last car (The one going fast), well, it was actually the driver, he came out and screamed "Woi, tengok ni! PASAL KAU HABIS PECAH KEPALA ANAK AKU!". The car in front of him 'punya' driver (I don't know how to put this in English), came out and say "Hey, not my problem lah, the car in front braked in all of a sudden. Okay? Not my fault." He then goes back into his car and zooms away, like nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy whose daughter's head shattered (If what he said can be applied realistically), then say "AKU AMIK NOMBOR KAU! ******* betul!". He went into his car, started the engine, and zooms away, at a very very amazing speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While all of this happened, nobody in the two parties ever realized the girl's loud scream. Nobody can ever realize how much pain she is in. How much she regretted not putting her seatbelt on, how much despair she is in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could not go to sleep that night peacefully. All that was running through my mind was the scream. The scream that can shatter a thousand meter thick glass. The scream that can't ever be duplicated on TV. The scream that....... that............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even my own scream of confusion and being at lost could not ever defy hers. It was the scream that nobody wanted to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst part, she is one of my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-4890609481068029619?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4890609481068029619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-happening.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4890609481068029619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4890609481068029619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-happening.html' title='Not Happening'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-4497774333548878975</id><published>2010-03-08T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:38:48.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled (Woah, so deep)</title><content type='html'>After reading Jaji's post, I wanted to reflect myself. Have I turned to a bad apple? Or have I riped and gained enough valor to perform successfully in life? This should've been my 30th December post, but only now I realize how important it is to reminisce your memories and talk about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 was the turning point of my life. Go with the hated-by-the-class Afif Ridhwan or start as anew. As an individual, one could easily picked to turn over a new leaf. But thinking of this problem widely totally consumes me into being the old Afif. If this was spoken in a Press Conference, you, reporters, would've asked why. I'll tell you why; The old Afif was able to convert his fears, anger, emotional times into actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me ask you this; If you are given a chance to remove all your negative emotions in one single kick, would you take it? I would, seeing how both 2009 and early-2010 has been stressful for me. The one thing that is vaguely missing was the target of the kick. It was Alvin Lee Uu's table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His table was the creme of the crop. Why? Because he was sitting there. Back then, hatred of him swallowed my sense of justice to the point where I went to Australia, got everyone a souvenir except for him. Acted nice and say "Wait, I think I got something special for you". A few days later, I presented him postcards, those cheap ones. If that wasn't bad enough, I crushed that "souvenir" right in front of him and threw it there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I was a terrible person. A terrible, mindless person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post-2008 was a new start for me as I apologized to everyone in my class. Thinking of all the things I've done to our class' favourite dude (Alvin), you would've thought that they took my apology for granted. Guess what? They accepted my apology just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I have yet to sign my kick-me-out-of-Berlian-class letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 2009, many things happened. One of them was my new "serious crushes". I obtain a lot of crushes month-to-month as my heart is easily attracted. However, serious crush means that this crush is serious and if they ever fail, I'm telling you, Emo Ridhwan could've been my name. That's why in 15 years I've been living in this world, only 4, out of thousands of girls that I met, were my serious crushes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like many other crushes, she got owned pretty quick. It wasn't me either. And I realize that when I went to her class' BBQ dinner with the only thing in my mind was "To see HER". So yeah, what a plus to my emo side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why on the next day, I wrote a poem named "There is no step". Check it out at my Works blog (That people rarely visit).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting over her was near-impossible. I kicked myself in the face (Mentally, by the way) and said "There are millions of girls in this world. Don't tell me that you're giving up on life just because of one!" many many times. Nothing really happened. Till Afiffuddin Abdul Aziz came to help and shove the facts right up my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She doesn't like you, she has another. Practically, SHE HATES YOU!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Afiffuddin Abdul Aziz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to him, I came back to my senses and befriend that girl, instead of tackling her. She's one of the friends that I would like to chat to because.................. she's always accepting? Yeah. She agrees to everything that I said and I still wonder why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.I.P. Afif's Love to HER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere in Ferbruary -&gt; End of November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crush story over? Not just yet. In December, my mother's alumni group had an outing, organized by mom. The kicker was, one of the daughters of the alumni group set me on the "I love her" mode. And then I knew that the girl was the daughter of my mom's best friend. What a plus, what a plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's really over. Let's go back to the whole year once again. I've joined the the SMK USJ 13 Cooperation's Prefect Board. Much to my surprise, the prefects were overwhelmed by Chinese. Despite that, nobody ever discriminated me just because I'm the only Malay dude. Though they really got me lost when there's Chinese language chats, I still bond with them like a 20 cent coin stuck to the floor with a super glue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Cooperation camp changed my perception of people. What changed me was how it was so hard for me to want to go back home, compared to many other camps (That I did not care whether I go home or not). A few months later, I realized why, the bond between the Co-op family opens me up on people. It's impossible to describe how did the bond did that and how it inflicts me, but, yes, it's something life-changing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can't forget the time where I stood up and protested against going back home to Pn. Cheong (Or something). What happened was, during the second day of the camp, a blackout happened and it extended from morning to night. An order to go back home is issued. But people had their transportation problems and I did not want to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, after all the protest by Soon Huat, helped a tiny bit by me, we have to go back home, like it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like every friendship, I got into a fight with my best friends, like a lot of times. However, this was repaired instantly. What happened was so immature, I opt to not put it here. You want to know, come talk to me at my class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if it wasn't elaborated enough, my attitude changed. I changed from your normal jerk to someone tolerable. I changed from going all "F you exams" to "Hells, exams! I need to study". I changed from the old write-because-I'm-pissed to the new write-because-I-want-to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel grateful that I studied for my exams, it got me 7As 1B for my finals. With the B being one mark away from A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what about my writing? I could say that as a writer, my creativity improves a lot to a high notch. You couldn't go a day without me thinking "Hmm, I got an idea!" I think it's the effect of people accepting my apology. Removes all the negative chi within and obtains the positive ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, despite all this talk, the biggest change was probably the acknowledgement of my dad going to Abu Dhabi. He'll be there like 2 years and we can only meet 3 months once. It sucks bad, but it's probably the best way to boost up my family's economy. Like really boost. Mom estimated that we can remove a major amount of debts around my family with dad's going alone. And we have yet to calculate mom's bonus (Which in Petronas' company, it gives a lot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 was a hell of a year, a "Year of Change" as I might call it. 2010 is ringing the bell, but I'll treat it on 30th of December. Remember that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all the people in the world for supporting me especially these people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)The 2008 KRK batch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Farquar Hazazi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Alvin Lee Uu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Afiffuddin Abdul Aziz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)Siblings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)The SMK USJ 13 Cooperation's Prefect Board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-4497774333548878975?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4497774333548878975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled-woah-so-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4497774333548878975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4497774333548878975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled-woah-so-deep.html' title='Untitled (Woah, so deep)'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-7424572848471809410</id><published>2010-02-18T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:43:45.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yesterday (Past Days)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday -&gt; Tuesday (13th - 16th)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had fun in hometown, especially riding a motorcycle at the speed of I-don't-know-but-it's-fast. And ate satay for like 3 days straight. But anyhoo, it's an enjoyment eating them satays, my second favourite food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 15th, a wedding ceremony is held at my mother's cousin's house. It is the marriage of Uncle Razzi, who works at Japan for a living. I was thinking that I might have some Japanese-Malay mix of hot girl cousins in the future. But Uncle Razzi married a Malay woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I overheard something like "The family picked the woman, not Uncle Razzi". Still, he looked happy when he walked down the road with his bride. They look sweet together, in fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday (12th)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far-fetched as it seems, I had to sing to the whole class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a newly-made tradition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If someone's birthday coincides with the BI period, he/she has to sing for the class.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, there was an exception for that day, and the tradition changed a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If someone's birthday coincides with the week of the BI period (Hell yeah), he/she has to sing for the class. If there were more numerals than one, all of them has to be present and sing&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, I, Shakila, Amirah had to stand in front of the class and sing. Actually, only I did, while the girls did some weird ballroom dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder, how would it be possible for a ballroom dance to be accepted as a dance for "Your Call". Seriously, how is it even possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday (9th)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had my birthday. A LOT of people wished me. Thanks to all you people, I feel very important. Thanks Amirah for that Batman action figure, I love it. It's now sitting in a dumpster......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding, it's standing proudly on my cupboard, waiting to be played. While as for you Yasmin, that pencil is now officially my pen-flicking partner. Good choice you've made, giving me that NeXtage The Shaker mechanical pencil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the cake as well, Khaysha. It was really delicious I had to take on the largest slice and brought it on the bus and ate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting on my chair, in front of my computer, typing this out. Addicted to classical music and Eminem (As usual). Piano concertos playing in my head, guitar orchestras ringing in my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knows what will happen. That's why I chose not to suicide. That's why I chose to stick with "Every day is better than the last" because God lets tomorrow to be a surprise. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow will be the day when I'll win a contest, maybe tomorrow I'll get an Xbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprises defines Tomorrow, period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-7424572848471809410?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7424572848471809410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesterday-today-and-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7424572848471809410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7424572848471809410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesterday-today-and-tomorrow.html' title='Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3410195195577237775</id><published>2010-01-23T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:39:53.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The History</title><content type='html'>Reading old posts for whatever reason there is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should do it sometime. Digital proof on how much you changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, "Alex Denhop" will have to be re-written. Alex won't be a wimp. He'll be a bad-arse instead. So ALL the dialogues and EVERYTHING inside had to be re-written. Just great, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-3410195195577237775?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3410195195577237775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3410195195577237775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3410195195577237775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/history.html' title='The History'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-6517006470851915724</id><published>2010-01-23T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:43:52.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>91st post. A</title><content type='html'>"91 moments of freedom,&lt;div&gt;Freedom from war,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freedom from war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91 seconds of survival,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Survival from despair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Survival to Happy Land"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy, from the 91st post I got a new inspiration for a song. it just gives you the assumption on how inspirations just lie there waiting for you, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless, I've seen the deaths of blogs, and they're really really really bad. I don't want mine to die, therefore, I desperately am trying to somehow reviva this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any tips on how to improve the number of visitors? Because I'm not getting much money from Nuffnang. I think I'll just do Google Ads from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless, I have nothing to talk about. I just came to the Blogger website after seeing Rayhan's status, and murmured to myself "Hey, isn't my blog half-dead? LES POSTZ!" So that's how I got here in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, maybe I got something to talk about. People, people and their relation to the world. Do you know global warming is almost non-existent? Global warming's overhyped by politicians, making you pay money for plastic bags (Which tells me about an experience I got today. Mom had to pay twenty cents for plastic bags when she bought groceries from 99 Speed Mart. Speedy money, I tell you).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this does not necessarily mean that we could burn trees and get-go with it. We still need to care for nature as much as you care for your mom, dad, children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do not kill trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside that, I found something else to talk about. My lack of guitar-playing skills. I just learnt the chords A, D and E and stopped there. I can't change between the chords as fast as a normal guitarist, that's where I stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need tips. Of course, practicing is a must, that's why I'm sitting with my guitar on my lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, Larian Mesra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anything, I get Top 50 or so. I'm pretty sure, as I've jog and jog non-stopped and passed through many many girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next year, I'll get Top 15 though. Who knows? I've got to start training now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I might be fleeing off to Seberang Prai soon. Since dad's jetting to Abu Dhabi at the end of this month (For 2 years max), mom figured that we can't live on our own, what with mom's busy working hours. Coincidentally, there's a Petronas opening at Seberang Prai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, mom figured that she could ask for a transfer to that place for 2 years max, same period like my father. I just said "Okay, if life's better there, let's move".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'll:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Drop my chance to become a great Koperasi Prefect (And the Big Boss)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Drop my chance to play basketball for 2 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Miss my friends, teacher, school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Probably be a "kampung" boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Have great competition there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it's for the better of the family. Family first before anything, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-6517006470851915724?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6517006470851915724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/91st-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6517006470851915724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6517006470851915724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/91st-post.html' title='91st post. A'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-7552123070989268174</id><published>2010-01-20T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:45:13.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This stab within me</title><content type='html'>I've done things for you all. I've bought you things so that you won't have to go out from the class. I've walked with you when you need to. I laid out steps to solve that damned mathematic problem. I helped you so many times already, but I never grow bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess from this day on, I'm starting to get bored. Gave you advice, I am ignored. Gave you my side of the argument, you say "Whatever, you win" without even listening. Do you know that I just want to be heard? But I guess I'm just a small fry, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go now, I need to do my homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-7552123070989268174?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7552123070989268174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-stab-within-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7552123070989268174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7552123070989268174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-stab-within-me.html' title='This stab within me'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-5019775682375645669</id><published>2010-01-17T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:07:18.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIVA!!!</title><content type='html'>Title is really misspelled since that's the name of the spell Alex will use if he finds a dead sword (Referring to my on-hiatus novel; Alex Denhop).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my first and second week was just me getting used to morning session, seniors, and form 3 altogether.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Koperasi duty is on Monday and Wednesday. Thanks Anthea/Suzanne/Siew Yen/the rest of the AJKs for making my duty on my favourite days :D. What with me ganging with Jeremiah and Xin Ee as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disregard, my seniors are......... empty? Haven't made any contact except ones in the ko-kurikulum. But still....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've new classmate. It's a girl :o. She's very tall, taller than the tallest dude in my class, and I'm just on the shoulder of the tallest dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you can only assume how tall she really is. She isn't even faking her height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremiah has been weird in the second week. He was serious, really, really serious. Dead serious. Think of me going emo and him exceeding that state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xin Ee is ganging up with the now-whiter-than-ever Hui Shean. I swear that I can't go one day without seeing them both in the Koperasi. Such awesome sisterhood .__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Li Ann..... well, kind off hurt me. Now a scar has been left that was originally made by her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alif Aiman is caught up with a chicken pox and won't be coming for a month. Is it truly that bad dude? Get well soon, alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's all I can write for today, going off for basketball. See yers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-5019775682375645669?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5019775682375645669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/reviva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5019775682375645669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5019775682375645669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/reviva.html' title='REVIVA!!!'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2174196792332210248</id><published>2010-01-04T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:52:06.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was hungry, so I did something....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaoNHh5Lzjc/S0Gqcwk-E6I/AAAAAAAAARs/KghKBuhi1m0/s1600-h/HNI_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaoNHh5Lzjc/S0Gp10dyOAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cpxDMKPQql8/s320/HNI_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422802168412518402"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vaoNHh5Lzjc/S0GqdJGkWHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/m3NlnouBg1c/s1600-h/HNI_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vaoNHh5Lzjc/S0GqdJGkWHI/AAAAAAAAAR0/m3NlnouBg1c/s320/HNI_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422802843967182962"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beware, this post is filled with non-stop food pictures... so yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll blog my first day later, I can only do a quick blog post for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-2174196792332210248?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2174196792332210248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-hungry-so-i-did-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2174196792332210248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2174196792332210248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-hungry-so-i-did-something.html' title='I was hungry, so I did something....'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vaoNHh5Lzjc/S0Gqcwk-E6I/AAAAAAAAARs/KghKBuhi1m0/s72-c/HNI_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-7198804512508591179</id><published>2009-12-30T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:34:30.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh....</title><content type='html'>I just remembered something. My dad's probably be flying to Abu-Dhabi for 6 months to labor there. If that is so, he'll bring his laptop along. And that laptop is the only computer in this house that can run After Effects without crashing. Quite a hell this is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's only a few solutions to this problem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Dad doesn't get to go to Abu-Dhabi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)If Dad goes, Mom would have to buy a netbook. But I would only hope it's a powerful netbook (Core 2 Duo with 2GB RAM plus a graphic card that suffice, PLEASE!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Mom buy me a new computerzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Somehow get KWN to lend us a laptop (Though I'm not really sure if this is possible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Borrow a friend's laptop (I'm not sure if Mom lets me either)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)Use the kesh that me and my siblings saved up to invest on Guitar Hero Band Kit + Extra Guitar + Wiimote , Nunchuck, Motion Plus Combo + 2 2GB SD Card (But I doubt they would want to anyway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)Quit KWN (I will evade this AT ANY COST!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 solutions. One Problem. Most of them involving kesh into the play. Shit. Needless to say, this is one hell of a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-7198804512508591179?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7198804512508591179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7198804512508591179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7198804512508591179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/uh-oh.html' title='Uh Oh....'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-4780130261806583989</id><published>2009-12-22T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:11:36.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimi no Kioku</title><content type='html'>Life's been tragic. I sat down playing comp all day long while Xsaye and the others were enjoying Comic Fiesta. Maybe I should join next year and cosplay as "L" from Death Note... meh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lifeless, bored,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I can think about is you, my old friends.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude, that's cliche and cheesy. In any case, I can't wait for school to start. My heart's thumping like a mad zebra and i know, that's the thumping of the fun rhythm which we used to "&lt;i&gt;jived&lt;/i&gt;" to. And that jive, is memory, memories of you, my dear friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why, I can't stop thinking of Kimi no Kioku (My Japanese sucks so much I don't know if the phrase fits in the sentence. Please don't mind my absence of Japanese skills). Dude, we need to get together and do something.... pleases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only time we're able to get together is probably at Azmina's bday partey (Do note the typo, it's intended). That partey, I hope, is going to be a successful one for I am the MC/Host! Don't worry Azmina, I'll do a good job, provided that I skip my own version of "Spin the Bottle" game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who else is coming anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I'm so gonna die if Jeremiah sees this&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-4780130261806583989?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4780130261806583989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/kimi-no-kioku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4780130261806583989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4780130261806583989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/kimi-no-kioku.html' title='Kimi no Kioku'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2584947163024755009</id><published>2009-12-20T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:07:03.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few updates</title><content type='html'>-My life is bizarre&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Being mature is my new year's resolution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-PMR is getting near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My hair is very long that in order to get my parents to not make me cut it is to wear a cap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The Gotong-Royong wasn't really what it's meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Even so, seniors had fun throwing chairs off the 2nd floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Who knew Slurpee can be delicious!&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-2584947163024755009?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2584947163024755009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2584947163024755009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2584947163024755009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/few-updates.html' title='A few updates'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-7488222367145790600</id><published>2009-12-15T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:06:26.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need something to say</title><content type='html'>I've got to say something. With this huge amount of time to work on next year's English Oral Project, I believe the project will be the best of the best. Why? Imagine a Hollywood movie, just the style, not the story. Yes, imagine orchestra sounds ringing as background music, imagine effects that will blow you away, imagine... need I say more?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said, I won't really be forgetting KWN here. As it applies to the Oral Project, I have loads of times to work and learn the effects. There's a huge time gap between the start and the send-in, and I hope I'll make the best out of the time and not waste it with procrastinating. The fate of KWN lies on me, it seems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, why do I always talk about KWN and Oral Project nowadays? Am I just bored beyond repair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-7488222367145790600?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7488222367145790600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-something-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7488222367145790600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7488222367145790600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-something-to-say.html' title='I need something to say'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2433760333095300925</id><published>2009-12-07T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:52:12.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have to be Frank Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I told you guys I couldn’t attend the meeting. And now someone called and said she’s gonna kill me for a thing that you can’t even blame me for. I have busy parents working and that Starbucks are so far away from my house I couldn’t walk there (If that was even the meeting place).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, I was confusing on the phone. That was because I still couldn’t comprehend how good/bad am I in that After Effects program. Plus, haven’t we settled with me using AE? Now there’s a request on using other programs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sure, I can cope with using Ulead, but we won’t have that special effects ever again. And the way that “someone” conveyed the message was like they were trying to push me so I get into that “Use Pinnacle” group. I have no worries about using that program, but come on, you can’t pull a string and hope it’ll become a flower.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here, I’ll give you a link on what I could do with training and some learning:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videocopilot.net/"&gt;http://www.videocopilot.net&lt;/a&gt; (By the way, free tutors only. Nothing that is paid because I don’t have cash to buy those expensive jilly-dillies)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listen alright, the reason why I even posted this rant is because someone is going to murder me for things I couldn’t attend and things that people never really told me in detail (I still don’t know the time of that meeting). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The “Use other programs” thing is no biggie to me. But yeah, that whole “I’m gonna kill you” was really messed up because I thought we were done with me not attending the meeting due to my no-transport problem (Whatever happened to the “I’ll manage the transports”? I’m not blaming others here, but when you know a dude’s not going to attend the meeting because there’s no transport and you said in the past you’ll cover up for it, but in the end not accomplishing it, you are to blame, I believe).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: I thought the meeting was all about storyboard and scripting. What happened to that?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PSS: Forgive me for the ranting. Just needed to take out the heat from me. Let’s make KWN 2010 a success ya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-2433760333095300925?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2433760333095300925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-to-be-frank-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2433760333095300925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2433760333095300925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-to-be-frank-here.html' title='I Have to be Frank Here'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3550791395569748975</id><published>2009-12-07T12:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:57:48.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Juliet</title><content type='html'>I found my remedy to get away from BLG and Secondhand Serenade. That is&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Juliet :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The songs are seriously the style of Secondhand Serenade. I have to admit, it was hard to find these songs because he/they're underground band.... I think. Nevertheless, am enjoying the songs very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a song from the EP:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9divIPkXAyU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9divIPkXAyU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-3550791395569748975?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3550791395569748975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-juliet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3550791395569748975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3550791395569748975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-juliet.html' title='Dear Juliet'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-1600375406854667926</id><published>2009-12-03T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:58:44.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Alright, it’s already December, and I’m stuck here playing Persona 4 and ranting about how my modem is dead. Oh, a little bit of info to you all; despite that your modem is first class or whatever, it’ll only last two to three years. Yes, it’s a proven factor. So, after you crossed out every possibility on what caused the on/off Net state, it’s the modem. Be prepared to fork out money.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I know my blog’s dead, and I know nobody actually reads this for the love of Yukiko (My…… GF in Persona 4. Yes, I know, I’m THAT desperate). But anyway, I’ll try and re-vive this son of a journal once and for all! That’s why I’m writing in offline mode. Will publish as soon as I got back online.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In any case, I’ve been really, really uneventful this past days. Was planning on inviting people over, but lost their numbers &amp;gt;__&amp;gt;. Was planning for an outing, but faced the above problem and a problem of “Short-on-cash”. I guess Yosuke (The best friend in that game) will accompany me throughout the holidays. Chinese Diner Aiya (A restaurant in that game), my friend?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, with this modem borking out, I suppose I couldn’t play Restaurant City anymore since to load the thing is a bunch, and to actually play it is an impossible feat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I went to my grandparent’s house to celebrate Haji Eid, so I visited my best friend Atuk :D. Those four days are torture without Persona 4, but hey, I got to visit my best friend and also drive the motorcycle (I think I went over 50 km/h and sped, but whatever).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, congrats little brother for getting 5A’s! Now I can play your DSi at will and “OBJECTION!” people &amp;gt;D. Oh, just so you know, I look like a retard screaming “Take That!” “Objection!” and “Hold It!” in front of an expensive dabal screen merchandise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, today, I just read the SJ Community paper. Damn, there’s a thirteen year old girl who got her novel published! And here I am, a fourteen-er, wasting my time blogging on a dead blog. I should really focus on one of my novels actually &amp;gt;__&amp;gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, for those who are planning to invite me over or an outing, do message me on Facebook ya! (Or cbox me here)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-1600375406854667926?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1600375406854667926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/uneventful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1600375406854667926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1600375406854667926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/uneventful.html' title='Uneventful'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-1157061056970343754</id><published>2009-11-20T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:03:45.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, really, desperate to catch up.</title><content type='html'>Alright, as we all know, today is 20th of November. My NaNoWriMo here, is now stuck at 8k. I, at least need to reach 30k by tomorrow's night. If not, I will be left out and won't get that certificate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, along the days when I have to come to school, those are Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, I'm stuck at SPBT room, sitting around and slacking, with my cool mates Roxas, Alif Aiman, Aida, Alvin. Alvin only came on Tuesday, he's a lazy bastard now. Roxas, on the other hand, came on Tuesday and Thursday for two reasons; Tuesday got class party and he was forced to come on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the best things we did on these three days are b'balling. You could pretty much say we balled in the SPBT room. The craziest indoor game we had in SPBT was on Friday. It's a game of two-and-a-half dudes vs. three girls. Now, the game is like this, you dribble the ball to the opponent's side and slam it on to the wall. Sounds easy, but we're playing in a place where space is limited and the girls are like, mad. Playing rough here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-1157061056970343754?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1157061056970343754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/really-really-desperate-to-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1157061056970343754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1157061056970343754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/really-really-desperate-to-catch-up.html' title='Really, really, desperate to catch up.'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-7664739973663485953</id><published>2009-11-17T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:52:06.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;It started off good. Bus somehow came despite that there are only four people riding it o__O. After arriving at school, straightly went to bilik SPBT and dropped my bags. Brought my basketball therefore played, basketball.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;After that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-7664739973663485953?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7664739973663485953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7664739973663485953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7664739973663485953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-1578612219338064705</id><published>2009-11-15T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:16:38.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need something to keep this blog alive.</title><content type='html'>I seriously need something to keep this half-dead blog finally alive. It is close to impossible, yet I believe it's not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's get started with some fun game:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Description - I start with a sentence, then I tag five people which will then actually DO THIS tag. What do you do if you're tagged? Write a sentence to continue this story, and tag five more people, hoping they would do this tag. Oh, and also copy the whole story as well, write your sentence after the "." on the last sentence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;When will the tag reset? Once that there is 40 sentences in a story. Which means fourty people wrote into this story. So, the 41st person will start with a new story. And the 40th person must make an ending.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will the be limits? No. There won't be limits. HAVE FUN DOING THIS TAG!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, I am the 1st person. Therefore, I'll start with this sentence:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jolly Jeremiah danced joyfully on the pavement of the streets of NYC, but then he discovered something."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I shall tag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Jeremiah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Xin Ee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Hui Shean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Liwen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Yasmin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you guys do this tag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-1578612219338064705?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1578612219338064705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/need-something-to-keep-this-blog-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1578612219338064705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1578612219338064705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/need-something-to-keep-this-blog-alive.html' title='Need something to keep this blog alive.'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-8540082867581960202</id><published>2009-11-14T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:22:57.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BBQ Last Night.</title><content type='html'>Let me guess, I'm the first one to do this BBQ post? COOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, to start, I arrive at Fazira's with my dad dropping me off in his company car at 7.50 P.M. Therefore, it was obvious that the fire was just starting, so I helped around a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People came, and we had fun. Then, she came with Xsaye. May I say that she was beautiful with that black-white scarf? Oh, already said it. Apologiez. I'll back off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken was terrific (Though medium rare) and so did the sausages. Jie Ren and I had a few dirty talk. Nothing to justify about anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah and I and his gang went for a jog around the usj 16, along with a group of other people who were walking. But, when not even 10% of the trip, we turned back, due to the fact that a neighbour caught us D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be Xsaye's bodyguard too. What the crap? Forgot to note that she was also one of the most radiant-looking people around in the bbq due to her hair, jeans (Which is nothing compared to mine). Before I start sounding like a girl-crazy dude (Of which I am not), I think I should stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games? Had some. One of them (Of which I invented), was a challenge of dipping your hands into a bucket of Alaska-like temperature water. I always won, because I have meditation etched to my skull xD. The other was Pinata, which Aiman broke open with his bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pranks we did. We did most on Zaifiq. Example? Grab an ice and put it in his T's!!! Another one, throw ice at him!!! Never I knew that Zaifiq and ice could be some good friends :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex called the 2E people (Or was it the other way around) and Jeremiah was occupied for say, 1/6 of the whole BBQ? Damn, does he miss Alex (Of which I never met, but I wish I did), talking about **** games in front of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate, we cleaned up. Simple job of picking up see-able trash and dumping it. People were so cooperative, you might as well say they could've joined the Koperasi xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home. Don't know how Xsaye's coming home, I walked outside of USJ 16 to wait for my dad who was fetching me. Thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all, I believe.  Kai Ning 'teman' me for awhile while waiting for others. We're both early birds, but there was no gift for early birds :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time,&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yesterday's Koperasi Meeting was probably one of the best meetings ever!!! Anybody agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-8540082867581960202?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8540082867581960202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/bbq-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8540082867581960202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8540082867581960202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/bbq-last-night.html' title='The BBQ Last Night.'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-5306777277271658994</id><published>2009-11-12T22:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:00:17.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A stab, a cure and a new path.</title><content type='html'>I found the first one. Time to look for the other two. Thanks Xsaye, at least I'm not setting myself off for a wild goose chase.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, she's owned, fair and square. Dude won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad, pretty much stabbed now (I'm not the type of guy who gets a crush in every second, to find another one, is a looooong path).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This like, the, 3rd time now? Two more and it's a five-in-a-row. Yeah. Three crushes, all failed rock-bottom. Solid lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I have to find another, yea. This is going to be a long road..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it is for certain that I've lost all my luck. I said to Roxas once that if I get good scores for Science, sure my luck ran out. And it did. Curses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, to conclude:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Heartstabbed for the 3rd time ftw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Have to find another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Wishes that you have a happy relation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Can we be friends though?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Oh well. It's better to love and lost than never love at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lazy to update about life. It's pretty much, boring nowadays. Pra-PMR is over, and planning to re-play Godfather on PS2. Wish me luck on robbing some banks ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(PS: Anyone have Godfather:Blackhand Edition for the Wii please give it to me (or buy it), I'll copy the disc and give it back to you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-5306777277271658994?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5306777277271658994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/stab-cure-and-new-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5306777277271658994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5306777277271658994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/stab-cure-and-new-path.html' title='A stab, a cure and a new path.'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3039678201386152862</id><published>2009-11-09T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:25:02.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since some people just want to be famous</title><content type='html'>I'll note them here. Spent today mostly at the SPBT room, doing odd jobs and so on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I arrived at school, I was presented with a sign that said "Library is closed until holidays. Thank you!" So, where the hell should I hang out when I come early?! This is madness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, went to my class' line and saw Shakila and Raihani. I had to do some ignorance on my life, so when Shakila asked questions, I ignored her and told Raihani about parkour xD. And due to my un-observativeness, I ate a wantan that was TOO oily. Dang, that didn't taste nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the mini-perhimpunan is over, went to the SPBT room. There, I met Kiren and a friendly form 3 prefect. Also met a Koperasian and her friend. Then there was a small meeting in regards to who-does-what and I was assigned as Rope-Seller AJK (Yes, what the hell).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the horde came. I meant, form 1 people. Somehow, I was doing the escorts instead of rope-selling. Now, what does an Escort do? He or she shall escort the SPBT book returners to a certain spot to drop their SPBT books. Fun job, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rehat, met HER and etc. Then I knew something. Go to my writing blog to read what I knew. It's too saddening, I suppose. Should I give up? How should I know. In any case, Got tally (A..... weird tally) for drinks, cookies, donno about BK though. Xsaye was especially un-nice for not belanja-ing me a Chipsmore &gt;: (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back at SPBT, I did A LOT of organization and fooling around. Who knew that the skateboard-looking thingie (The thing the stockists used to carry the stock from the lorry to Koperasi) was a lot of fun. Especially when you play "Skate mah board" on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then got A for Science, Woot. And some other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in the class, I reflect the sadness once again, by running away from a crazy game of "Blackjack".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I give up, or should I fight on? That's the question that's puzzling me.&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-3039678201386152862?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3039678201386152862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/since-some-people-just-want-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3039678201386152862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3039678201386152862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/since-some-people-just-want-to-be.html' title='Since some people just want to be famous'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2521876665354504946</id><published>2009-11-08T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:51:31.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a Gamepad :)</title><content type='html'>Bought this computer accessory of which you call, a gamepad. What is it? Something like a game console controller ie. PS2 controller.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got mine for RM 28 at Summit. And I must say, this thing work VERY WELL for the time being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently playing: Pokemon Shiny Gold X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-2521876665354504946?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2521876665354504946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/got-gamepad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2521876665354504946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2521876665354504946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/got-gamepad.html' title='Got a Gamepad :)'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-5566806241053197843</id><published>2009-11-06T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:15:06.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog posting fiesta</title><content type='html'>Holy, only 2 hours and a new post, this must be the writing craze getting me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Take a look at me so you can see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How beautiful you are....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You call me a stranger, you say I'm a danger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But all these thoughts are leaving you tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm broken, abandoned; you are an angel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Making all my dreams come true tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm confident,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I can't pretend I wasn't terrified to meet you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew you could see right through me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw my life flash right before my very eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And any chance we turn into,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was hoping that you could see,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yea. It's a lyric to song I found a link to. My life can seriously relate to this xD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-5566806241053197843?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5566806241053197843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-posting-fiesta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5566806241053197843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5566806241053197843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-posting-fiesta.html' title='Blog posting fiesta'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-4811555332460913078</id><published>2009-11-06T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:20:02.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short question(s)</title><content type='html'>How do you (All bloggers who frequently have visitors) got views even after a month being away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second question:&lt;br /&gt;Should I or should I not make a blog in Bahasa Melayu about my life, in order to improve my BM as what I did to my English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third:&lt;br /&gt;If yes, should I use complicated language in order to attain higher marks in BM, thus training myself in BM? Or should I just stick with plain BM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth:&lt;br /&gt;Will you or will you not read "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde", our literature novel in Form 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all, answer in the cbox please :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-4811555332460913078?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4811555332460913078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4811555332460913078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4811555332460913078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-questions.html' title='Short question(s)'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-5515822612966449900</id><published>2009-11-05T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:05:22.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post</title><content type='html'>I'm joining NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month)! Up to 547 words now, let's hope I can make it to 40,000 by the end of this November!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to Suzanne too! The mid-products will be posted in "The Works" blog. Since it's too big as a text-post, it will be uploaded as a file :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-5515822612966449900?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5515822612966449900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5515822612966449900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5515822612966449900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-post.html' title='Short Post'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-5582233372244701297</id><published>2009-11-05T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:21:36.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days</title><content type='html'>Days spent without notice. They flow with the wind that's bringing us evening rains, it seems. Oh well, I hope North-East Monsun is going to be over soon (Which won't be happening till March 2010).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 1Malaysia Feast, you could say I enjoyed it pretty much. LOVED Ian's rapping, it's seriously for-the-win:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From the "B" to the "E" to the "L, I, A" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some more of which I forgot. Good job, Ian! Laughed at Rayhan's rap, however xD. Suzanne's rap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;__________&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was straightly my performance (I think). You could swear my legs were shaking because of a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Had no costume (Nobody told me to wear one)&lt;br /&gt;2)Had not so much of training&lt;br /&gt;3)Still can't memorize the "sajak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did quite-okay though. Made a few mistakes, and had problems with the stupid mic, but hey, even top-notch performers make mistake, GAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won two plaques by the way, first in Malay poetry and second in English poetry. (Wishes he could've joined Chinese and Indian poetry, but stupid language barrier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tibai" (Eat) a few Nasi Impit, nice, but not nice enough. My level of "nice" should be the "kuah kacang" with meat. Too bad some of us are vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, realized in the class that there were only...... (Me, Roxas, Megat, Aini, Alvin, Raihani, Aiman) seven people. Due to the small size of humans, we did crazy stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Play "Bullshyt" using Uno cards&lt;br /&gt;2)Finger-flicking a pencil lead case off from 3rd floor&lt;br /&gt;3)Throwing paper planes from the windows of my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the craziest part is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling everyone who you like (Yep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went all crazy on that day, too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, started off with me hand-standing. On my third try, almost did a failure 360', thank god that didn't happen. If it did, yours truly would be sitting on a hospital bed, skipping Pra-PMR entirely (That didn't sound bad at first, but Phobia 2 is haunting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During KH, Me and Roxas were working our asses off as we had only less than one hour, to finish two sets of 50 questions practice. Damn it, and we had to do it perfectly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got English, and "38/40" Paper 1, woot woot! But then took a look at March's result, 40/40. Now that's the mark I want to repeat xD. Azmina cursed me for getting higher than her, not my fault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I can say for now, so, bye-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-5582233372244701297?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5582233372244701297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5582233372244701297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5582233372244701297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/days.html' title='Days'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-6964262879885011036</id><published>2009-11-02T08:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:42:03.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're hitting Cloud Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_vaoNHh5Lzjc/SusAAhO5cdI/AAAAAAAAABU/pMIj6jcx1tQ/s576/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The amazing amount of happiness nerving in my brains are just oh-so-good. With exams over (Pra-PMR might be cancelled, and when people say "might be", it most certainly is), I staggered along the pathways of freedom. And don't make me sing the "Freedom" song you hear in the perfume ads.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, the title of this blog refers to a song I'm composing (Woot!). Another "Work" into my "Works" blog, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking the inspiration of Xsaye's blog layout, I shall do the somewhat same thing. Meaning, I shall use buttons to link people (Get me? Not? Well, go ahead to Xsaye's blog yourself to see what I'm talking about here).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was fantastic, turned on computer for the first time and you could swear I was killing my computer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_vaoNHh5Lzjc/SusAAhO5cdI/AAAAAAAAABU/pMIj6jcx1tQ/s576/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 498px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;Multi-tasking, FORTHEWIN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's right, that was me practically using every single resources in my dear computer (Which is only 2.3 GHz, 1GB RAM D:). Yes, on top-left, that was Xsaye's blog, on top-right, that was Pokemon. Bottom-left; Mini Windows Media Player. Bottom-right; jDownloader. Bottom-middle; Digsby (A multi-platform chatting software).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Geek talk, yeah. Anyway, exams are mostly un-challenging (Not saying it's easy though), except for Science and Geo. I didn't study much for those two, shucks. Ask teachers around to check my marks, what's confirmed is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;KH (Frikking "A", :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sejarah (75 marks, "A" :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Argh! I'm afraid of my marks on Science and Geo. Let's pray that I get an A for those two? And straight 8 A's, yea. (No, I don't take Chinese nor Tamil. Yes, Agama's part of PMR).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-6964262879885011036?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6964262879885011036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-hitting-cloud-nine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6964262879885011036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6964262879885011036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-hitting-cloud-nine.html' title='We&apos;re hitting Cloud Nine'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_vaoNHh5Lzjc/SusAAhO5cdI/AAAAAAAAABU/pMIj6jcx1tQ/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3318266451324691550</id><published>2009-10-13T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:12:58.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet /OFF and survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ShareRules:Once you've been tagged, Fill this out IN YOUR OWN WORDS and re-post as, "My Autobiography" ...And use your own answers, not anyone else 's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;----~----&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you take your profile pic?&lt;br /&gt;I have one??&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;2. What exactly are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;"Under 18" Tee and some weird short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;Homework, life, love, this survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;4. What makes you happy most?&lt;br /&gt;foruming FTW!!!&lt;br /&gt;(And Devil May Cry 3)&lt;br /&gt;And that certain someone ;)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the name of the song that you're listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Right now? none x)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;6. Name someone who shares the same birthday as you.&lt;br /&gt;idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever sang in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;Technically, YESSS!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;(And owned every competitor there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;9. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;No, because I am one!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;Yes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you speak any other languages than English?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;12. Has anyone you've been really close passed away?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My Great Grandmama :'(&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you ever watch MTV?&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was 14 and a half&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;14. What's something that really annoys you?&lt;br /&gt;This survey!!! And ROXASSS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-------------~-------------&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;1. Middle name:&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jk, Ridhwan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname(s):&lt;br /&gt;Yagami :FD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or afif95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3. Current location:&lt;br /&gt;house&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye color:&lt;br /&gt;dark dark brown&lt;br /&gt;(I refuse to take black!)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;------------~--------------&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you get along with your parent(s):&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;2.Are your parents married/separated/divorced:&lt;br /&gt;married.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;------------~--------------&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3 : Favourites&lt;br /&gt;1.Ice Cream:&lt;br /&gt;McD's ChocoTop!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;2. Season:&lt;br /&gt;There are three seasons in Malaysia; Hot,hotter and hottest. I choose... HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3. Shampoo/conditioner:&lt;br /&gt;Follow Me. It makes your hair springy and soft.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_&lt;&gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;___&lt;&gt;____&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-----------~-----------&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Do You..&lt;br /&gt;1. Dance in the shower?:&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! And I'm proud of it xD&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you write on your hand?:&lt;br /&gt;Seldomly&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3. Call people back?:&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;4. Believe in God?:&lt;br /&gt;Yess&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;5. Any bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;Urrr... ya.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;6. Any mental health issues?&lt;br /&gt;High-Level autism FTW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;------------~------------&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Have You..&lt;br /&gt;1. Sprained stuff:&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;2. Had physical therapy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes (A few of them)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3. Gotten stitches?&lt;br /&gt;One, and it was twelve&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;4. Taken painkillers:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;5. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling:&lt;br /&gt;Don't have the cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;6. Thrown up at the dentist:&lt;br /&gt;I am a warrior, boy.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;7. Sworn in front of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. "Ass" xD&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;8. Had detention?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good boy, boy.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;------------~------------&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6: Who/What was the last&lt;br /&gt;1. Three people who texted you:&lt;br /&gt;Aina, CELCOM and Yasmin&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Person you called:&lt;br /&gt;The Game Shop in Summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;3. Person you hugged:&lt;br /&gt;My fat brother xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;4. Person you tackled?:&lt;br /&gt;The new girl in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It was a joke, though)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;5. Person you talked to on MSN?:&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;6. Thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;Myself PODEWIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;7. Thing you ate? :&lt;br /&gt;Maggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;8. Thing you drank:&lt;br /&gt;Isotonic REVIVE&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;9. Thing you said:&lt;br /&gt;Isotonic REVIVE&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;10. Friend you saw ytd(12am-12am):&lt;br /&gt;Eh, well, my fridge is a friend. And my room's next to the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FRIGGING FRIDGE!!!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;NOW TAG 20 PEOPLE! AND GET THEM TO DO THE SAME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aina&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin&lt;br /&gt;Abang&lt;br /&gt;Kakak&lt;br /&gt;Nenek&lt;br /&gt;Auntie&lt;br /&gt;Roxas&lt;br /&gt;Alvin&lt;br /&gt;And some other people. Twenty's too many&lt;br /&gt;Now the annoucement. I announce that I am tuning off the internet by tomorrow in preparations for exam. So bye!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-3318266451324691550?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3318266451324691550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/internet-off-and-survey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3318266451324691550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3318266451324691550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/internet-off-and-survey.html' title='Internet /OFF and survey'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3103074765799672668</id><published>2009-10-05T09:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T10:00:13.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me writing blog</title><content type='html'>There's &lt;a href="http://afifworks.blogspot.com"&gt;a new writing blog by me&lt;/a&gt;. Come and click the ads if you have time, and also read the entries (Though only 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post a comment if you will. To Xsaye, I suppose I should port my stories there now? Or I have to keep it an "everyone" 's special? The stories belong to you, after all. I wrote it for the blog, and the blog is owned by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, and.....&lt;br /&gt;I won't post my writing works (Or any other works) here now. I'll only post updates, but not the full thing, so come read at the blog, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude out, Love Story (Romeo Version) in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="195"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxQhhkLbabI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxQhhkLbabI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="195"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-3103074765799672668?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3103074765799672668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-writing-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3103074765799672668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3103074765799672668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-writing-blog.html' title='Me writing blog'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-8930467958951890414</id><published>2009-10-02T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:04:28.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubik's Maniac</title><content type='html'>Raya post coming soon. It's a humongous post so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week is covered with me and Alvin timing our asses off on a 3x3 beginner-method solving rubik's cube. Over the week I have learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Solve the cross from downwards (Yes, you can do it without looking)&lt;br /&gt;2)Intuitive F2L :)&lt;br /&gt;3)Some bit of OLL.... though I forgot the algo&lt;br /&gt;4)The epicism of PLL&lt;br /&gt;5)Solving a cube (As long as it takes less than 5 minutes) is an attention-grabber&lt;br /&gt;6)Beginner-method rules me&lt;br /&gt;7)If you solve a cube in front of people who don't know how to solve a cube, chances are they'll make you teach them&lt;br /&gt;8)I'm made of Rubik's Maniac&lt;br /&gt;9)My current method is&lt;br /&gt;  -Downward cross&lt;br /&gt;  -Intuitive F2L&lt;br /&gt;  -Beginner-method finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I learn Fridrich method, I shall play the cube like there's no tomorrow. Though right now I'm playing it like there's no next week x).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Shown off to Alvin my rubik-solving skill xD. Though I was slower AT FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Pressure's getting me. Girls (And boys) asked me to teach them to solve the cube, but it's the same answer everytime; It's hard and takes long time to learn. Other than that, was assigned a poem project by Cik Hasnah, which we have to present in the next day. Did timing again with Alvin, I frikkin' won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - OH SHATZ EARTHQUAKEZZZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timed again. Win and win :). Started solving cross downwards, which cuts down the time dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taught girls how-to cube. Though we're still stuck on cross and first layer......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the poem, dramatically stupid xD. Will post in &lt;a href="afifworks.blogspot.com"&gt;my writing blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt earthquake, teacher screamt first, then silence, followed by students (Yours truly included) feeling the earthquake, then raced downstairs. Was revealed by Azmina that Samoa got 8.0 Richter Scale earthquake, Indon got 7.6. No wonder we felt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Thursday and Friday will be covered later. Bye!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-8930467958951890414?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8930467958951890414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/rubiks-maniac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8930467958951890414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8930467958951890414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/rubiks-maniac.html' title='Rubik&apos;s Maniac'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-8943613494976954900</id><published>2009-09-17T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:37:44.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude’s off in 5 and a half hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today, nothing much happened at all. I’m the only dude there and that’s that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, bag’s set and prepared. Dude is gone in the next week and no, I don’t want to waste my “Duit Raya” money to go to some random CC and then got pushed away by some gangster guy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dude’s off, aight? Happy holiday, Selamat Hari Raya and Maaf Zahir Batin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-8943613494976954900?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8943613494976954900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/dudes-off-in-5-and-half-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8943613494976954900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8943613494976954900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/dudes-off-in-5-and-half-hours.html' title='Dude’s off in 5 and a half hours'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-4068005895332489618</id><published>2009-09-17T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:06:29.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Near-Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Paranoia post? NEVER….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let’s talk about yesterday. Started off with me rushing (yet again) to go to school. Unlike any other day, it was actually raining o__O after long days of no rain. So I couldn’t hop off the bus when it reached the stop at USJ 18, instead I had to sit in the bus that was rounding the whole USJ 16 area for its occupants.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At the school, I went to the library. Yesterday I was reading Porsche, but today I’m reading Ferrari. Ferrari looked nerdy back in the early days xD. Then Jie Ren came, took my Ferrari book. To make him suffer, I went to the book rack again and took out the Mercedes-Benz book, a book of which he always always wanted. “Padan muka” xD.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In class, started off with MS. Nadira (Or was it Nazera? Heck, it could even be Nabila&amp;quot;) teaching us English. Being a trainee and all, she explained why she was here in place of Ms Hasnah. Suddenly, Ms Hasnah came out from nowhere, surprising each and every one of us. Did one of those Novel Essays that you readers like the most, I think.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So we did the essay about lessons we learnt from the Phantom of the Opera. On my third paragraph, I wrote something like this:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“The third and final lesson I learnt from this fantastic novel by Jennifer Bassett is that love cannot be forced. Imagine Abu likes Ching and Ching likes Ramu. Can Abu force Ching to like him? Straight “No” came as an answer and this is proven when Erik forces Christine to love him but in the end he got rejected anyway”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;-Afif Ridhwan, 2009&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;And when the teacher death-rayed her eyes around us students, she chose me to read the third paragraph. “Oh shoot” I continuously repeated. But had to say that paragraph anyway –___-.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Geo, well nothing much. Recess, nothing much also. Science, well, I did something, forgot what. Sivik I also did something. BM, realized it was raining EPICLY (It was more than heavy), so I ran through the pathways and such. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Everybody was wet but not me. Because I have the liquid-altering superpower and nobody can defeat me…………………………&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright alright, I got wet too. Possibly the wettest of them all. So I still beat you guys, right? xD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh, here’s a cool saying:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;“What is better than eternal bliss? Nothing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;But a piece of bread is better than nothing, so does this mean that bread is better than eternal bliss?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="right"&gt;-Richard Paradox, 1943&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Bye bye :D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-4068005895332489618?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4068005895332489618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/near-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4068005895332489618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4068005895332489618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/near-death.html' title='Near-Death'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2757670608699887080</id><published>2009-09-15T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:25:09.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalker I am not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Koperasi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Hmm, want to test if this works</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, hi guys? What’s up? Writing from Windows Live Writer here. If this works, I’ll kiss my dad’s laptop mom’d swear it was a woman xD.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yesterday, there’s nothing much to say. Went to school, asked Roxas about Core 2 Duo Processor (Yea, I’m buying a new comp) and other computer peripherals. I have set up my budget, which is RM 2000. So, once that computer’s set up and built, ultimate gaming FTW!!!!! (And Windows 7 :D)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, during maths, we learnt geometry, for teh second time. Was awesome, got bunch o’ homeworks, but who said I hate doing maths?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then came Science, where we did the Science Process Skill book. After that came Recess, where I worked at the Koperasi for the first and only time during the fasting month :(.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I did some sins though, sold drinks to muslim people x(. I should’ve said “You Muslim, I Muslim, we fasting, cannot sell to you,”, but I was too shocked at the huge number of the muslims. What happened to this world of ours to make the younger generations corrupt?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After Recess, did Art. Painted my Pyramid sculpture to an epic win state. Took me long enough to clear the jammed sink, stupid jammed sink and Hakiimi. Thanks Aiman for assisting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Then….. Sejarah (Oh noes). Where me and Aiman and Hakiimi and Faris sat down at the back, playing with Hand Sanitizers. Then BM, did this thing called “Tatabahasa”. Then go home, see bunch o’ people. Waited at the basketball court for someone to bring the ball so I could join, but not a single trace of any ball. Chatted with Aiman then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So then I go home, and eat. Prepared my bag for going back for Raya, And sleep :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-2757670608699887080?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2757670608699887080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmm-want-to-test-if-this-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2757670608699887080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2757670608699887080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmm-want-to-test-if-this-works.html' title='Hmm, want to test if this works'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-1195172071523395399</id><published>2009-09-05T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:48:18.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hands-on cover of this week</title><content type='html'>Since my dad banned me fro using computer EVERY DAY, I decided that I should do some weekly update. So be prepared &gt;:D and also, be prepared for a vlog (Blog in video format) &gt;:D.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: Was it holiday on monday? Yes it was, I spent my time playing the computer and PS2 and Wii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: LOLZORZ, I brought this Outsider - Loner (Teh Korean rapper post I posted sometime ago) and you know what? I can rap the first verse and also the chorus, making it 1/3 of the whole song that I can rap. And I'm not even Korean xD. Then I got some hands-on from a few dudes who think they could do it, but they couldn't. I spent a few minutes to teach them how to rap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presented the rap to a few friends, but they couldn't comprehend it. Hue Li-Ann even said I sound Indian, seriously lor? Same goes to Xin Ee and some other people who can't get a grip of what I'm rapping. Immah fast rapper yow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mrs Kok finally came back. I missed her so much x3, and her newborn baby's name is.... is..... damn, forgot. Sorry Mrs Kok. And what the hell's up with Ashnu? She asked us to do PJK notes that spans for like, 80 pages and expect it to be handed in next Tuesday o__O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pressurized Yasmin to post the fact that I could rap on her blog and she did. She's a good friend :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back home, I continued practicing and practicing till I perfected teh chorus and memorized teh verse. Time for the fast part x(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something did happen on Wednesday, and that something is Iman actually came after a long time. Of course, people went "ROFLCOPTER Iman!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KWN people suddenly gathered in front of my class' line, saw Ching Wen and some others so rapped again xD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I continued my rapping legacy and the dudes followed my training policy. I guess teh fame will last for a short while, then these little rappers will shove me in the face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science, teacher was teaching things about air pressure and asked us how do we extract water from the aquarium by just using a tube. I knew the answer for I always watch my dad taking the water out of our pond by using a pipe. So went in front and explained. Was feeling too awkward so ran into the supposed "Bilik Gelap" which was as bright as hell, super ironic time !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my waiting for the bus, annoyed some dude that I hate to the point he smacked my spectacles off my eyes, feeling guilty, didn't he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't stop calling someone a name, and got dujo'ed for it (What's up with me getting smacked these days?). Somehow, he gaved me a massaging relief than a medical leave. I wonder why....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In KH, me, Hakiimi, Alvin, and Roxas (The Ultimate Super Lazy Boys) confronted teacher to NOT give us any notes. It worked fabulously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BI, teacher only came for a short, short while. Didn't teach us anything so had a chat with Roxas and friends. Talked to Azmina about iPhone and its competitors, then I faked the table as if it's an iPhone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: (Imitating the advertisement, waving finger on the table) Fast, intuitive, fun :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Slides the piece of plastic that covered the table*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Screen protector. Fast, intuitive, fun :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Azmina burst laughing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I said to Azmina bout this giant iPhone in KLIA....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Someday, I'll grab one of those iPhones in KLIA..... and slide my SIM Card into it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azmina: That won't work *chuckled*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh yes it will. Wait, what about the battery chargers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azmina: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Nevermind, as long as I can finally use my legs to play a dance game rather than using my fingers :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azmina: lollapalooza, great lol of china!!!!1111!!!one!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then was informed that N97 always hang, guess that option for mom's new phone is out, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science, did the air pressure experiments, and I seriously phail at the cup and paper experiment. Roxas assisted me and he gained the fame, damn you &gt;: (.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as I reach school, I practiced Right Round and people weren't impressed anymore :(. Guess my legacy has turned into a pansy. Maths, did those circle things, and you guys just know how much I love circles xD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After recess, went to the library, and tried to open the locked library door. Shoot, Roxas, Faris, me and Hakiimi tried our best to break open the lock, but we failed, miserably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-1195172071523395399?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1195172071523395399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/hands-on-cover-of-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1195172071523395399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1195172071523395399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/hands-on-cover-of-this-week.html' title='A hands-on cover of this week'/><author><name>Afif Ridhwan Roslan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108124010018757483069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-8315147367633003767</id><published>2009-09-01T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:52:08.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rather radical day</title><content type='html'>I am finally back to school, after 10 days of holidays, back with a fresh face and fresh new looks - Spectacles. I finally realized that my life isn't complete without the spectacles, therefore, I have now made up my mind to wear it always.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how did the day go? At school, I dropped my bag at my line as soon as I was dropped by my bus. Then I went to the library, Pn Zuana on seeing me, recommended me to join some Aviation Class. Of course, me setting me up as a writer, I resisted and reasoned. But when I have the cash, who knows, maybe I'll make a world-class flyer like Bliss :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly after that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-8315147367633003767?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8315147367633003767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/rather-radical-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8315147367633003767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8315147367633003767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/rather-radical-day.html' title='Rather radical day'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2333612802371542140</id><published>2009-08-30T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:42:38.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey And Clover (and Soundtrack)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's no secret that I am in favor of the anime Honey And Clover, a slice-of-life anime that blown the whole world with its mix of comedy, romance, drama, and some bits of fighting. It was based on a real story, before you say "Oh, that's normal", let me tell you that it's unbelievable that the anime based on a true story as there's twists, turns, change-of-life, a lot of stuff actually. Stuff that will widen your eyes as you yourself cannot believe that this piece of anime is from a real story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snapshots? Here you go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:3vpoJ8i_ovTdlM:http://scrumptious.animeblogger.net/images/2009/08/honey_clover_07.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 104px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Purple shirt: Yamada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue coat-white shirt: Morita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red hair dude: Mayama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The seemingly small girl (They are of same age, except Mayama): Hagumi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red coat: Takemoto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah only one. I figured that though a photo shows a thousand words, there's not much you can get from screenshots of a video, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where to watch? It's all over Youtube. Search Honey and Clover and you'd know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, today I got the soundtrack, all three of em, namely:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1)Honey and Clover: Complete (Best)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2)Honey and Clover OST 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3)Honey and Clover OST 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And listened to them. Obviously, all of these songs came from the anime. All of them. And in each episode there's a song, and there's 36 episodes, imagine that. All songs are composed specially for this anime and you know what? I love them. I loved all of them, because they all remind me of the anime, each, and everyone of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it from your Honey and Clover fanboy, ciao !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-2333612802371542140?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2333612802371542140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/honey-and-clover-and-soundtrack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2333612802371542140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2333612802371542140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/honey-and-clover-and-soundtrack.html' title='Honey And Clover (and Soundtrack)'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-1820820029755480731</id><published>2009-08-22T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:26:39.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Ramadhan (Fasting Month)</title><content type='html'>I gotta admit, on my first few days of fasting, I actually suffered through it. But this beginning kicks off in a new fashion, a fashion of where I was enjoying fasting. I was in the house fixing the computer, went up and down the house and actually went shopping for clothes at IOI Mall.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about all that and me actually not ranting "hungry lehh" or "thirsty mahhh" or even "hungry and thirsty lahh", seems all to be connected in loose string, right? Then again I drank like what, a full bottle of water for the pre-fasting time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I got me two new clothes, although I got quite a few already...... but things were on discount at Reject Shop, so, why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when I break-the-fast around 7.30 (Seven minutes late due to celebrating my sis 7th birthday. Pics will be up soon. And possibly a video too. Happy Birthday Sis~~!), I ate some &lt;i&gt;ikan bakar&lt;/i&gt;, fish curry, rice, and some other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 9, I was already touching the blueberry cheesetarts mom bought a few hours ago. Around 10, I finished the second-bottle-of-the-day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's 10.30, I'll be, reading some stuff, and beatboxing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-1820820029755480731?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1820820029755480731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-ramadhan-fasting-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1820820029755480731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1820820029755480731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-ramadhan-fasting-month.html' title='1st Ramadhan (Fasting Month)'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-132563393552505335</id><published>2009-08-17T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:05:19.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn fast rapper</title><content type='html'>If you check between 1:46 -&gt; 2:something, this Korean rapper raps 18 syllables in like 1 second D:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sooo my rapping idol XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ED_XtzjbRqQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ED_XtzjbRqQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-132563393552505335?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/132563393552505335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-fast-rapper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/132563393552505335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/132563393552505335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-fast-rapper.html' title='Damn fast rapper'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3577510557591943721</id><published>2009-08-17T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:52:08.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn fast rapper</title><content type='html'>If you check between 1:46 -&gt; 2:something, this Korean rapper raps 18 syllables in like 1 second D:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is sooo my rapping idol XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ED_XtzjbRqQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ED_XtzjbRqQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-3577510557591943721?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3577510557591943721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-fast-rapper_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3577510557591943721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3577510557591943721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-fast-rapper_17.html' title='Damn fast rapper'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2282478385747987999</id><published>2009-08-11T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T18:25:07.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New music player :D</title><content type='html'>I've turned my music taste to the acoustic road. So now the music player is updated with 8 acoustic songs, or something. Check the details at the music section to your up-view.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picking smaller player ain't possible, because someone already took them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-2282478385747987999?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2282478385747987999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-music-player-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2282478385747987999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2282478385747987999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-music-player-d.html' title='New music player :D'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-4971496291078033608</id><published>2009-08-10T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:23:46.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got fever, cold, cough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And it's during this time where I have the spirit to write. Oh my, why do convinient things come at such incovinient times, I feel like stabbing myself laa .__.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, yea. I got the fever, the cold, and the cough. Didn't check for H1N1 as mom said the hospitals are always full. On top of that, doctor said the process would be like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Send to isolation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Testing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Moar testing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And doctor said if I wasn't infected but i was sent to isolation, i might get infected anyway, so she didn't recommend me to check for H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then I got a some flu pills, anti-biotic pills, fever pills, cough med fluid, and 2 days MC, which means I won't be seeing roxas, yasmin, aina, XE, or anyone but my family for the next two days. Sorry guys, shit happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But my condition today is better than yesterday. Yesterday was the worst among all, and Saturday's the best among all. Yesterday, I couldn't even get off the couch, i was too sick, and got too much headache. Saturday, I was dancing around like a mad buffalo in Sunway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Speaking about Sunway, I renewed my wardrobe. I don't wanna sound like I'm showing off or something, but I got these New Balance 576 Limited Edition Shoes worth RM 399 D: (I know, so damn expensive right) . Also, I got these slick pair of jeans (Which mom picked) worth  RM 140, and a lot of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, my wardrobe style now is Hip-Hop/Rap/Punk/whatever. Rest assured, they're pretty cool stuff :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And this is all your sick "Cliche' of the past, Endings of the future" blogger could write. Ta~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/2217050038850266972-4971496291078033608?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4971496291078033608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-fever-cold-cough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4971496291078033608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4971496291078033608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-fever-cold-cough.html' title='I got fever, cold, cough'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-7123840541341963579</id><published>2009-08-06T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:26:44.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right, new update :D</title><content type='html'>The video is slooooooooooooooooooooooooooowly uploading to Youtube. Once uploaded, feel free to view :D.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today started off with me and Alvin walking to school at 8 AM, yea... I took out my MP4 and gave it to Alvin, just to let him have a slice of my music taste :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached school at 8.18 (Damn fast weyh), and took a rest inside the library and for the first time, I was inside the messy Conference Room in the library XD. It was weird, I tell you. Then rested up until 9 something, wher Shubash (Or whatever was his name) came over and told us about a few of last year's AMC questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's an example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number of poles each side: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number of poles needed to create a square diagram: 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Calculate the number of poles needed if the total number of poles on each side is 45.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me quite a while to figure it out, but once I did, I facepalmed upon myself. It is soo simple XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then around 10, I bought a Tinge and went into the Bilik Sejarah. Put my bottles to the side and waited. Then started doing the AMC questions, which were moderate (Except for some questions).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I done all this, I sat in the library, discussing the answers with Alvin. It appears that I beat him XD. Oh, if you're gonna ask, no, I didn't hentam. I hate the guilty feeling you get when you received the highest score while all the work was done by luck and luck alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 12, me, Alvin, Aina and Li-Ann set off for a journey to Melur. Alvin raced against me and (If it wasn't for his hand blocking my run) I won, so I'm faster than Alvin now, HAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then realised it was 12.45 by the time Alvin paid my bill. So we ran a bit to go back to school and then...... found Ain didn't came and she was the only one who brings the keys every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we found ourselves locking ourselves in a class next to 2 Amanah. Then class, class, recess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asked Xin Ee to belanja me but she won't :(. Oh well, I'll wait for the time I got tally again, then she'll belanja me :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then go home, and blogged this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-7123840541341963579?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7123840541341963579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/right-new-update-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7123840541341963579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7123840541341963579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/right-new-update-d.html' title='Right, new update :D'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-1560826346167852223</id><published>2009-08-05T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:44:33.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our English Oral</title><content type='html'>So I updated&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;n like, four days. God, life's been like a dream and I'm on my sub-conscious side, always t&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;inking that what I experienced a sec&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;nd ago is just like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it's a dream, won't I get the things I want? The thing that I REALLY WANT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I got it. I got what I always wanted. I figured out all these emo things, and all, actually led me to a discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only certain &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pe&lt;/span&gt;ople know what is this "thing" and I hope it won't be spread out, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I woke up at 6, and started editing m&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; vide&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;. "Last edit," I m&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;mble to myself. To my discovery, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;ady 11.14 by t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;e time I finished editing, so.... I c&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n't have a ride on my trans&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;ort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rendered the whole thing, to my sur&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;rise, it was 1.2 GB! Frigging, I can't put that on m pendrive. Fortunately, my ext hard drive can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; used, so I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;opied the video to the h&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;rd disk, and set myself for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nfortunately though, it wa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; raining, and I don't have any non-girlish looking umbr&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;lla excep&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; for some dirty old ones. So I just walked my way, till the rain became &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;eavier to the point I h&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;d &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o hang out at the local grocer&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got bored of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;aiting for t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;e r&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;in to s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;op, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; ran back to my house, and grabbed a non-teared umbrella and started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;lking. I reached the school arou&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;d 1.00 p.m. (Accomplishing my wish of bring suspense &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o my team but sadly, it's not the way that I wanted), got myself demerit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time-skip to BI, and we're inside the Bilik Bahasa. None of the groups were prepared, except for ours, so we got a lil' gratitude from the teacher. It was time, oh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;es it was. So we started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ff, with me sweeping the floor and chanting a random melody. My other team member's come and we started talking abo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;t how we made this video, in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; team-member-interview-team-leader way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dialogue e&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;s,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; played the video, an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; much to my surprise, it played well despite the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ld computer's specifications. So, we watched it. People laughed alo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he ironi&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt; tr&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;nsition of a se&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ious voic&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;over to a comedic runaway, laughed at the pract&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;cal jokes and actually "Woah!"ed over the visual e&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;fects to the point where a guy had to say "STYLE G&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;LE!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;e end was played, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;nd the credits were rolled, and suddenly, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;ry fail MJ-look-alike-wannabe danced MJ, with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;he s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ng "Smooth Criminal" p&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ayed in the backgr&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;und.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher then applauded and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;aid that sh&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; loves the video, and she wants us to represent it to 2A in the second period after recess. I said "Oka&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;, but we'll discuss,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I g&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;tta say, however, doing all this gave me some reps along my classmates. The same d&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;de who screamed "STYLE GILER!" wants to be in our team. I accepted because, we are the Freestyle-Flyers, who live together in the etiquettes of 1Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, me and team mates gathered for one last time and discussed. Since we're representing the whole 2 Berlian, we've to select a few (sorry) English and non-Stage-Fright incapables out (I hope you got the meaning of this whole phrase), which is Udin and Megat. They want to be deselected anyway so.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it was the second period after recess, I did the same thing and played the video. It was the same video all over, but some of these people who are full of ego didn't want to gap over my supposedly "Graphically stunning" video (As said by a few people). I'm not being a bad dude here, but if you didn't gap at that, I wanna see you do better, just make an effect and tell me why it stands out rather than my effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the video ended, with the last MJ-wannabe part being screamed "WOI! TAKDE MALU KE?". Seriously, I wanna see them do better. Come on, show me what you got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end of Oral...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-1560826346167852223?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1560826346167852223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-english-oral.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1560826346167852223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1560826346167852223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-english-oral.html' title='Our English Oral'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2692419984099744299</id><published>2009-07-31T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:16:36.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the gratitude of Roxas, a dear friend of mine</title><content type='html'>I gotta say, we both share thousands memories together, like making fun out of each other's sorry lives and such.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, he helped me on something no one wanted to help me with; print out some of my Geo Folio. I wanted to say thankiez to him for helping me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why I won't print it myself? My Printer's slowly dying (Ink's running out) and I'm afraid it'll die before it finishes printing the folio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT THANK GOD ALL OF IT IS OKAY! My printer's not dying, it's just a false alarm from the stupid software :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, thanks again Roxas :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-2692419984099744299?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2692419984099744299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-gratitude-of-roxas-dear-friend-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2692419984099744299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2692419984099744299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-gratitude-of-roxas-dear-friend-of.html' title='In the gratitude of Roxas, a dear friend of mine'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2887493044042057663</id><published>2009-07-30T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:05:10.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE VSQ</title><content type='html'>So I finally blogged, in a few weeks or so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carnival is postponed, boohoo, hope it won't be cancelled or I'll find who to sue &gt;D. Choral Speaking (In the behalf of choral speakers, although I'm not a part of it) is cancelled, due to H1N1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a day filled with sorrow, endless deep sorrow. But here's a few videos to cheer you emo people up, I hope :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VSQ means Vitamin String Quartet. What they do? Play string quartets (Violins to you) off songs like What I've Done and all that. Sounds lame, but it's AWESOME. Try some of them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmqc-CG8K78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hmqc-CG8K78&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I5k4LADzY_U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I5k4LADzY_U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrbOnsl7ZhE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrbOnsl7ZhE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-2887493044042057663?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2887493044042057663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-vsq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2887493044042057663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2887493044042057663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-vsq.html' title='I LOVE VSQ'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3115583632602618596</id><published>2009-07-16T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:36:23.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>Well, today we didn't learn much, like always. Never mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blog has been boring nowadays, coz my life is, somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeh, Xsaye forgot to bring her cam, making my SD card useless. Udin's cam ran out of battery before it's even sejarah .___. So I was stuck, but thanks to Xsaye for supplying the pictures !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeh, stop "Gomenasai"ing me, Xsaye. I was the one who forgot to remind you (You should've remind me to remind you to remind me to remind you) XD XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And um, Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls is awesome!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-3115583632602618596?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3115583632602618596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3115583632602618596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3115583632602618596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-7651293656453949817</id><published>2009-07-16T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:52:08.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>Well, today we didn't learn much, like always. Never mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My blog has been boring nowadays, coz my life is, somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeh, Xsaye forgot to bring her cam, making my SD card useless. Udin's cam ran out of battery before it's even sejarah .___. So I was stuck, but thanks to Xsaye for supplying the pictures !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeh, stop "Gomenasai"ing me, Xsaye. I was the one who forgot to remind you (You should've remind me to remind you to remind me to remind you) XD XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And um, Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls is awesome!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-7651293656453949817?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7651293656453949817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7651293656453949817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7651293656453949817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-post_16.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-246457592084540857</id><published>2009-07-11T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:29:58.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, is 10th of July</title><content type='html'>6 days after Independence Day has passed. Wonder what those Americans are doing....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, is a very awesome day, except for one "waktu". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to school at 11, to realize that I was suddenly invited to act on a KWN thing, which was totally absurd and random. But whatever, as long as I get to be useful. I acted as a NERD (Co-Star bebeh) who sits next to John (Main Star).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then all that ends, I met up with Jeremiah, Zaifrik and Ryan, who were soaking wet. They were being gays and asked me to join them gang**** on Zaifrik. Then also invited me to a private gang**** to a random form 1. I declined on both XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Math starts, teacher didn't come, except for this peculiar small teacher, whom we know very well. She speeches almighty, never looking at the good of Berlian, only pointing out the bad, like she always does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, being me, who was furious, had to contradict, every single time. Not my fault though, she was being such a pain in the ass, excuse my language :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that was Agama, which we learnt, but never take notes. Then recess, then I raced down to the Bilik Guru, hunting down Pn Engku for permission to have Geo in the library. She was cool enough to let me touch her new Samsung phone that looks like an iPhone. Damn cool x).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Geo, we did something fun, Geo excersises. I enjoy doing objective exercises, don't know for what, but I do enjoy them, gives you the feeling of success, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then me and Udin and Alvin talked about some stuff. We eventually talked about Xanthea Mary, a former USJ 20 girl, which Alvin fell for. She was smokin' hot, and Alvin fell head over heels for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon after was BM, which I paid no attention to, coz we're in the library, until the end of school. Me, Alvin and Udin were the only ones inside the Rujukan thing. Jeremiah then came to knock on the window, revealing her "sexy lady" (His nickname) face, Stephen was there too. We talked about some stuff, then they guys went along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then was Sivik, which we also had in the library. So we lepak lepak around, doing nothing. Actually, we weren't allowed to be out of Zon Rujukan when it was Sivik, since the library part is fully taken by 2 Dinamik, which coincidentally had Nilam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we hid like hell and Matin suddenly goes Sergeant Boss and instructs us what to do, military-style. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had fun stuff. Alvin teased Udin about a girl who sits quite near to us. When it was almost school-end, me, Alvin and Alif rapped about the ceiling, the fan, and eventually ourselves. Weird enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And 2 Berlian girls went crazy on Yasmin's style of characterizing real people, so they followed up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Nabihah uses Japanese names (So I requested Yagami instead of some weird name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Shakila uses Indian names&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Azmina uses English names&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Me? I'll use some names, but I don't know what to choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think that's it for today. Shakila requested me to put a list of those names, but it won't happen till later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao (Hello, ironically), everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-246457592084540857?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/246457592084540857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-10th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/246457592084540857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/246457592084540857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-10th-of-july.html' title='Today, is 10th of July'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3825427648502495628</id><published>2009-07-07T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:35:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few updates</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am banned. Yes, I am not supposed to be online now, BUT, mom gave permission. Possibly because she saw me suffer :p.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are a few updates that I'm gonna post:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 July 2009:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Silent Plan was working (I said 'was' for a reason; read below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Invented an awesome Compact-to-One note-making system. Totally cuts down the time and paper-use of notes. Shall put up a tutorial some day.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Kira was my Japanese name, till XE claimed it scarred her ears. Now check the second day for mah new Japanese name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Got my name written on some scrap paper tore from Death Note, or that's what Rayhan said when an anonymous Pengawas Koperasi girl pointed at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Who here has a restaurant?" Robiah asked. Shamlessly, I put up my hand, but she didn't realize it was Restaurant City XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Finished the so-called a lot of homework in under 1 hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Realized how many updates I have in one day. That's the power of Journals, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bike for 3+ kilometres today. Circled around USJ 20 like a biker who took steroids. Then fell asleep for one hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7th July 2009:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I could not hold it much longer, and had to talk. So, Silent Plan totally bailed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- It is registered. My new Japanese name is Yagami, woot woot. (Yea, it was ripped from Death Note).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Found the book "Etiquette for Men" that was left inside the Koperasi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Was re-introduced to Maple Story again for the third time :). Will join the rest of the Pengawas Koop dudes and dudettes on the weekends :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Saw Leonard wearing a mask, running a way from a friend, whilst reading a newspaper, inside the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Heard "21 Guns" for the second time, it was cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-MTV was showing a music video about a girl wearing a dog mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-3825427648502495628?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3825427648502495628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3825427648502495628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3825427648502495628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-updates.html' title='A few updates'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-6972696745070188180</id><published>2009-07-05T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:39:30.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Terbuka, results and other things</title><content type='html'>Well, as soon as Dad came back, he called my name, and I KNEW that was a bad sign. But then, I was sitting on a couch, getting scolded by mom and dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-6972696745070188180?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6972696745070188180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6972696745070188180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6972696745070188180'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2933322561471901871</id><published>2009-07-04T08:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:39:30.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformer 2 Review</title><content type='html'>I watched Transformers 2 yesterday whilst eating some McD that I smuggled &gt;___&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I'm not coming tomorrow.... only my parents will..... that sucks, in a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here's the review, enjoy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, possibly the most "What the heck?" movie in the industry. Directed by Michael Bay, it is possibly the Perverted Movie of the Year. And they said that the script was perfect, I of course would not believe that junk as what I seen yesterday was no more than pure crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/2217050038850266972-2933322561471901871?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2933322561471901871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2933322561471901871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2933322561471901871'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-7731455666576331294</id><published>2009-07-02T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:57:30.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random poem</title><content type='html'>A'ight, you might notice that I have been blogging random crap lately. It is because life and school is boring nowadays.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My teachers have been missing. Yesterday, two teachers didn't came, giving us 135 minutes in the library, a frigging two and a quarter hours. So yea, school's boring, nowadays, possibly teachers are afraid of H1N1, that's why they didn't come, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, Streamyx is crappy nowadays, I'd swear I've been disconnected for 50 times now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here is another poem by me (I've been milking poems since Arisha told me to :p). It has an awesome potential to be music-ized:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dark clouds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shattering my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like shards of rocks and ice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking my life away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stabbing me from the back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving a scar of emotion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Etched to my back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now blood of despair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grasping the free air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to get out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to be free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why do they fail?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In every attempt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something stops them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something halts them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does the thing wants me to be in despair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does the thing wants me to stop from dying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does the thing wants me to be in both?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now laying across the street,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then people rendezvous,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to answer the peaceful waiting questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came more questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where do these came from?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Have a clue?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Excuse me, can I have a look?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questions, questions, questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All sourced from a dying stabbed man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All came from a shattered-heart man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All came from the clouds itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world is connected,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why are we pretending?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are we trying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are we destroying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are we killing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questions, questions, questions.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Ya, it's a random poem :p&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-7731455666576331294?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7731455666576331294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7731455666576331294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7731455666576331294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-poem.html' title='Random poem'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-1284978646789447722</id><published>2009-06-30T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:00:29.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you always bend when you walk? Why can't you walk straight?</title><content type='html'>Mom always ask those questions, and possibly you do to.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, to elaborate on this topic, I have a few physical problems that I never knew what made me had it in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st physical problem:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shaking legs/knees.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This problem had been bugging since I was even FOUR. How did I know? I watched a VCR not long ago about little me playing in the playground. Little Me stood on the slide, then suddenly started shaking my knees/legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew what caused this problem (Possibly my medical information is &lt;i&gt;cetek&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;) but if anything, this problem bugs me because not because of itself, because of my dad always tells me to stop shaking, or the food will fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2nd physical problem:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bent body in standing/walking form&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the problem of which L (Death Note) had. We are a bit a like, well, I don't bend my body as much as his though. In any case, yea, this is another physical problem of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems to me that I CANNOT stand straight. It would be bent, or unstraight. If I try to fight it by forcing myself to stand straight, I'll have back pains for days, weird but true. That's what happened to me when Mom forced me to stand straight for a straight three days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's all that I'm gonna blurb for today, see ya guys later!!&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-1284978646789447722?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1284978646789447722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-do-you-always-bend-when-you-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1284978646789447722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1284978646789447722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-do-you-always-bend-when-you-walk.html' title='Why do you always bend when you walk? Why can&apos;t you walk straight?'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-7523983176402674594</id><published>2009-06-30T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:39:30.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epicness? Hardly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-7523983176402674594?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7523983176402674594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7523983176402674594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/7523983176402674594'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2305012576997846698</id><published>2009-06-30T07:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:12:05.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness!</title><content type='html'>Dad got Transformers 2 tickets due on FRIDAY. Why so late? It's because he always wants and gets the best seats, no matter how long it takes :D.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not really expecting so much, since Jia Wern commented the movie's story as "You don't get what's going on half the time", I read some reviews in IMDB (Which all of them rated the movie as bad). It's an action movie anyway so I expect nothing but action all the way (Which is really violent, Jia Wern said so)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Transformeh 2, HERE I COME!!!! (At least on Friday anyway).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-2305012576997846698?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2305012576997846698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/awesomeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2305012576997846698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2305012576997846698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/awesomeness.html' title='Awesomeness!'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-665982377415707245</id><published>2009-06-28T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:06:53.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies to XE</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've been spamming all over the place saying XE blackmailed me due to the fact that I was scared because I couldn't come to school yesterday, thus, rendering me and myself unable to buy (donate) the car stickers, therefore, XE's blackmail will come true, or so I thought.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, she said she was just joking (But I was paranoid, therefore, I could not risk anything XD ). I said I was sorry and in the end, we all became friends and happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEH EPIC END..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn sad, Animax will be airing the last episode of Gurren Lagann this MONDAY!!! So watch all of you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-665982377415707245?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/665982377415707245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/apologies-to-xe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/665982377415707245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/665982377415707245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/apologies-to-xe.html' title='Apologies to XE'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-4624341918222103848</id><published>2009-06-26T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:03:10.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing a new song...... deep song XD</title><content type='html'>There's gonna be another deep deep song from me :p. This time, I'll sing it and record it as mp3, then edit, then you get cool song.......... I hope.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's an excerpt from the song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nice to see and nice hold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Once broken considered to sold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To someone else, to someone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What I know for certain is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It’s hard to take care of a heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Of someone dear to you, to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And I caught myself everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sitting on a bench and started staring away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Staring away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hands reaching out for something dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I just couldn’t figure out what it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But I am certain, it’s far far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Far far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yea, it goes longer xD. So wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: Any one of you know where to get free music samples of violins/piano/orchestra-ish instruments? Or any of you willing to play violin/piano/orchestra-ish instruments for me?? xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;PSS: I got blackmailed by Xsaye. "Buy teh Saint John car sticker or I'll post your gay pictures on my blog!!!" she said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She also said this, "No tie? Sleeve up high? Sleeve un-buttoned? I'm gonna tell Anthea unless you buy teh stickers!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She also said..... this, "If you don't buy teh stickers, I'll kill you,"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was in shock. So I said, "Yea, I'll buy it, TOMORROW."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-4624341918222103848?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4624341918222103848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/writing-new-song-deep-song-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4624341918222103848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/4624341918222103848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/writing-new-song-deep-song-xd.html' title='Writing a new song...... deep song XD'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3281610621533940877</id><published>2009-06-25T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:39:30.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is lots of fun!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.30 Am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; out to school by walking D: . Really tiring, but whateva. &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/2217050038850266972-3281610621533940877?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3281610621533940877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3281610621533940877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3281610621533940877'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-6647750694638450928</id><published>2009-06-25T08:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:12:42.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo, everybody!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-6647750694638450928?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6647750694638450928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/yo-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6647750694638450928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6647750694638450928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/yo-everybody.html' title='Yo, everybody!!!!!'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-8752652538401295692</id><published>2009-06-23T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:47:42.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw me and my Facebook</title><content type='html'>I never knew my blog would be shown to teh Facebook (Ya, I'm soooooooooo noob XD), soo, the song I wrote was read by many of my fwens. Here are some of their opinions:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It doesn't suck, but it's too deep for a dude. It makes you look gay, but I think you're a deep person," - Nadia, 2 Amanah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's awesome!!! Sing that song to me, please!!! You better make sure you remember the melody and the lyrics, okay?" - Aina, 2........... something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, because of Facebook (Less privacy compared to Mahspace :p), my song is read by many people............... which both suck and good XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-8752652538401295692?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8752652538401295692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/screw-me-and-my-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8752652538401295692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8752652538401295692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/screw-me-and-my-facebook.html' title='Screw me and my Facebook'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-8866711668518555846</id><published>2009-06-22T10:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:35:07.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot. Tagged,</title><content type='html'>I was busy reading Jeremiah's blog whilst listening to his awesome music player, when I came across that I was tagged. Shoot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(236, 138, 1);  font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1. The person who tagged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Jeremiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Friends/workmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;3. Your first impression with him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Super weird :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;4. The most memorable moments with him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Playing Chess, I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;5. The most memorable things he/she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Son of a *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;7. If he/she became your lover, what should he/she improve that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;His spectacles XD. But I ain't gay :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hmmm......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Asteroid is crashing to the Earth, and me and him became superheros and tried to stop it but failed. Then we split up, one went to the galaxy while one went out of the equilibrium of the Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;10. The most desired things you want to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Steal his Mac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;11. Your overall impression on him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Weird green-uniform wearing dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;12. The characteristic you hate most about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am not perfect, therefore I didn't notice anything bad about myself due to the fact that I am blurr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;13. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The awesome Kamina of Gurren Lagann!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;14. For people who care and love you, say something to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;6 Letters: I want pi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;15. Pass this quiz to 10 people who you want to know how they feel about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1)Yasmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;2)Jazmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;3)Aina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;4)Suzanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;5)Hakimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;6)Afiffuddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;7)Emil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;8)Chun Yik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;9)Ching Wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;10)Khai Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;6. Who is 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Meh, he's not into "relationship". But he's in "Battleship" though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Is 9 a male or a female?&lt;br /&gt;Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is 2 studying at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;How to Tantrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who was the last person you had a chat with?&lt;br /&gt;Yasmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What kind of music does 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Anime openings/endings (I'm not too sure) &lt;------ wahh, same answer as Jeremiah XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Does 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Nada :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;22.Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You bet she is............ I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is the surname of 5?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is the hobby of 3?&lt;br /&gt;Talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 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Tagged,'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-2784263050661662251</id><published>2009-06-21T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:39:30.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three days I'm gone, and I'm back, filled with tiredness....</title><content type='html'>First of all, I can't believe I'm finally wearing&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#33FF33"&gt; GREEN&lt;/font&gt;! I'm now officially part of the epic, hectic, awesome Koperasi! Can't wait for Food Fiesta and Koperasi Week!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;First Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="6"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I decided that I should borrow my dad's camping bag, yet again. So the bag's as big as it did in the fantastic Koperasi Camp. Should've bring smaller bags next time XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore my &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#33FF33"&gt;greens &lt;/font&gt;and shoved that camping bag to my shoulders and went into the car and went to school. Perasmian starts, I'm proud to be a Koperasi prefect, mainly because green is cool :p. Nah just kidding, there's a main reason of which I cannot express in words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the perasmian, I sit back in the library, doing absolutely nothing. Soon, Jasmine and Yasmin came, and we talk about the Perasmian, and how cool I look in &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#33FF33"&gt;greens&lt;/font&gt;....... sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During 10-11 am-ish, a group of a few librarians, a prefect and a normal student went out to Melur to grab some lunch. I don't want to go with them becuz I want to save up my kesh. But around 11.30, guess who came XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-2784263050661662251?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2784263050661662251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2784263050661662251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/2784263050661662251'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-3567356363324472237</id><published>2009-06-18T07:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:10:03.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desperatism'/><title type='text'>Loneliness and Desperatism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Desperatism&lt;/span&gt;, holy, it's a word? Cool....... no wait, not a word. Spellchecked, it's not :(.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever, this is a song by me. It tells about how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; aware and talking to guy yet he feels so lonely, so unreal and desperate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, here's we go!!!! (Bad bad grammar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the eyes of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hyperventilating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling so lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whilst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; talking to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperatism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is a word that I'll never use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, it's a case of no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my legs are feeling sore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a heart, to burst through in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my life to take a hard turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my life to take a new course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling so lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whilst everybody's calling me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody's on hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm just waiting for one more person to call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dial the number, 911&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz I'm falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without a sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dramatically and tragicly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a haunted state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my name on the slate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm freaking you out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't know me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm over-exaggerating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And over-contemplating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's just start screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling so lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whilst everybody's calling me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody's on hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm just waiting for one more person to call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dial the number, 911&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz I'm falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without a sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dramatically and tragicly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a haunted state&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my name on the slate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody's on hold..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's you.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;911.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falling.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falling down...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd swear I'll do anything.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you to call............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so unreal...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the eyes of the world...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loneliness and Desperatism..........&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/2217050038850266972-3567356363324472237?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3567356363324472237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/loneliness-and-desperatism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3567356363324472237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/3567356363324472237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/loneliness-and-desperatism.html' title='Loneliness and Desperatism'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-5574421486660527444</id><published>2009-06-17T09:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:05:52.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't believe them.......</title><content type='html'>1) I'm actually liking handwriting a novel :o&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I got 89 for English :o. 43/50 for Paper 2. :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) 10 full marks for Summary :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) 9 marks for Novel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Essay marks? Do teh Math :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)I actually remember the melody of the song I create :O. Usually, I'll just jot them down and end up forgetting the melody XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)Dad beat Mom in Bejeweled, and Mom's the best Bejeweled player I've ever seen. Guess that throne's taken XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)Dad is ADDICTED to Bejeweled. I'll never again see a day when Dad isn't playing Bejeweled on Facebook :o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9)Oh yah, I got a chance to go camping in the school, AGAIN! This is gonna be sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)"I chose Bliss as my nickname because it represents futile happiness. Useless, but heavenly at the same time and that's what I am. A useless heavenly person, living in this world, killing people without a trace" - Bliss . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heavenly = Genius, strong, handsome, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Useless = He kills people :o&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-5574421486660527444?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5574421486660527444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-believe-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5574421486660527444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/5574421486660527444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-believe-them.html' title='Can&apos;t believe them.......'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-8935799145851099455</id><published>2009-06-14T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:11:02.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gurren Lagann'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Hey, Gurren Lagann ain't bad, it's WICKED!!!!</title><content type='html'>A'ight, before I go "Otaku", I just want to tell you some updates regarding my life:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)I've cut my hair to a random hairstyle that I chose. If it looks weird, please just don't say a word lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Wow, during the whole Saturday and today I couldn't play video games. My dad decides that we should have a rest from all this gaming thing. So yea, it's been boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)I can't believe it's been long since I updated my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)I went to only two outings these holidays. One with my family, the other with my family (Brothers) too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)A friend of mine (Won't say their name, Dad'll misunderstood it as a girlfriend, like always) gave a novel in progress. It was good, but being a critic I am, I had to blurt out some wrongs :x.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)My phone somehow got back to factory settings. EVERYTHING inside it was gone, including teh phonebook .__. So please drop by the cbox and drop in your number, thankiez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)A friend of mom's came and brought his two 2-3 year old girl twins along. Dang, they're so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)"Bhola", "Ball" both of them would say when they saw a ball. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9)I totally missed the raptai thing on Friday D: Hope none of the AJK's would kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)I still haven't bought my green shirt yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otaku time XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood was so sad. Here's the reason why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;spoiler&gt;&lt;/spoiler&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The coolest, funniest dude on the series died. Yea, Maes Hughes is dead, killed by the Envy scum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, you guys, do you watch Gurren Lagann? It's a sweet mecha-anime made by the same guys that did Neon Gensesis Evangelion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story was epic XD. And the opening theme is wicked too. You should see it dude, it's mega awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What time? 7.30-8.00 P.M. on Animax, channel 715 on Astro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all from me I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM???????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217050038850266972-8935799145851099455?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8935799145851099455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-gurren-lagann-aint-bad-its-wicked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8935799145851099455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/8935799145851099455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-gurren-lagann-aint-bad-its-wicked.html' title='Hey, Gurren Lagann ain&apos;t bad, it&apos;s WICKED!!!!'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-705724961946513714</id><published>2009-06-11T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:26:27.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So umm.....</title><content type='html'>Felt like posting here after a long long time. So....... how are you guys? Doing well in life?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How's holidays? Have you gone to many outings? For me, everything was, awesome. Spent the weeks by playing games 24/7 :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So um........ novel updates. Not much, aside from the fact that I've two pages of Bliss written by hand (ZOMG), and copied it back to the original digital file in mah comp, of course, some editings have to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....................................... I kinda hate being a team leader (Especially if it comes all of a sudden), well, not everytime at least. I kinda hate it when you have to organize what to do and such, kind of a burden D:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, for teh awesome Pizza Hut vouchers, we shall prevail!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random pic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/funny-pictures-kitten-tries-to-wear-boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 500px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/funny-pictures-kitten-tries-to-wear-boots.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-705724961946513714?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/705724961946513714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-umm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/705724961946513714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/705724961946513714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-umm.html' title='So umm.....'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-1020113876527516126</id><published>2009-06-02T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:39:30.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, teh Australia trip......</title><content type='html'>Note: I just want something that I can read in the future and smile about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;So...... grab your popcorns and get prepared, coz this is going to be one hell of a post. Yea, it's a long long post, covering all six days of me and my friends in our trip to Australia. Both bad and good things happened, mostly good anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;The trip was hosted by the company named &lt;a href="http://www.uembuilders.com/"&gt;UEM Builders&lt;/a&gt;, where my dad works at. To get into this trip, you have to be VERY active in their &lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFF33"&gt;*Put name here coz I forgot what it was* &lt;/font&gt;program, where you go to Seberang Perai and do a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Luckily, my dad was somewhat close to the CEO, so I always got the access to their programs, and thus, allowing me an access to a trip to Aussie :D. How I knew I got selected? Dad gave an e-mail of the list of the lucky children, and my name was there. I ran and ran and shouted and crashed to the wall -.-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2217050038850266972-1020113876527516126?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1020113876527516126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1020113876527516126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/1020113876527516126'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217050038850266972.post-6554295508439358862</id><published>2009-05-29T07:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:30:26.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams r over!!!</title><content type='html'>First of all, yay! Second of all, yay!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So like, it's been a day since exam has passed. I'll give you a summary on how hard the papers like, and..... if I got the marks already, I'll say (Please don't call me lan si or bajet :X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;BM&lt;/span&gt; = Quite easy. But some questions got me thinking HARD. REAL HARD, DAWG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;BI&lt;/span&gt; = Owesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; = My favourite subject leh. I got 39/40 for Paper 1 (Aiyoooo, one wrong because of some frigging SILLY MISTAKE!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; = Damn Paper 2. Bless Paper 1. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Sejarah&lt;/span&gt; = Damn the first 20 questions, I hentam most of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Geografi&lt;/span&gt; = I don't know why, but this paper's ain't half bad :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kemahiran Hidup&lt;/span&gt; = I was the only one in the class who said the paper was easy :o. Then I got 79/100.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Pendidikan Islam&lt;/span&gt; (It goes into teh PMR) = EASYYYYYY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I just wanted to ask...... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANY OF YOU TIRU????&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure roxas (On teh cbox) did because I waved my question paper like a retard and roxas got a view of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh yea, when the KH results came, Alvin argued with the teacher :o. He ain't satisfied he got 76. Me and roxas calmed him down and started lecturing about the virtues of appreciating your marks xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After I got home and all, I started playing teh Wii, play some vid games, shut the thing down, then started playing teh PS2 :D.&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/2217050038850266972-6554295508439358862?l=afiflikeeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6554295508439358862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-r-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6554295508439358862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217050038850266972/posts/default/6554295508439358862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://afiflikeeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-r-over.html' title='Exams r over!!!'/><author><name>Afif Lackluster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00658783953106638412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
