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href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1106988/Southern-exposure-Man-left-dangling-trouserless-upside-Vail-ski-lift-mishap.html"&gt;Why you should be careful on the ski lift&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1110204/Movie-player-specs-3D-TVs-phone-watches--gadgets-2009.html"&gt;Must have gadgets of 2009.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-1110783/If-want-know-loves--sweat.html"&gt;My sexual sweat :S&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-2112061340391022718?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/2112061340391022718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-7319893732536794004</id><published>2009-01-08T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:32:05.392Z</updated><title type='text'>Paperthin Hymn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When your only friends are hotel rooms&lt;br /&gt;Hands are distant lullabies&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn around I would tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These roads never seemed so long&lt;br /&gt;Since your paper heart stopped beating leaving me suddenly alone&lt;br /&gt;Will daybreak ever come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna drive you home?&lt;br /&gt;I just want one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To put my arms in fragile hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said forever&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;Complaints of violins become my only friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August evenings&lt;br /&gt;Bring solemn warnings&lt;br /&gt;To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what temporal days may bring&lt;br /&gt;Laugh, love, live free and sing&lt;br /&gt;When life is in discord&lt;br /&gt;Praise ye the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna drive you home?&lt;br /&gt;I just want one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To put my arms in fragile hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said forever&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;This sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;Complaints of violins become my only friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said forever&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;Complaints of violins become my only friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said forever&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts run through my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-7319893732536794004?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/7319893732536794004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-1530781950716298375</id><published>2009-01-06T22:26:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:11:23.611Z</updated><title type='text'>Wahh~~!!! It's Been So Long~!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I thought you said forever, over and over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Lately there's been some younger pics of yours truly surfacing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked so young then..(and thin too in some pics!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's funny are the comments that come with some pictures. Now I know that some of us have gone our separate ways and since then have lost contact with one another. But then come on, we live in Brunei. How big is the country? Some of them I've met on several occassions. I mean 'met'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me explain. So you could be walking around town perhaps and in the distance you see a 'IthinkIKnowThatPersonButWhere..' face. Then it suddenly registers in your head that it's your old classmate! *gasps* Now you're thinking 'okay it's been such a long time what if the person doesn't remember me anymore that will be so embarassing oh what should I do..' Okay, the time that it takes you to sort out what to do, while you're thinking all this, the said person also has noticed you and is also thinking the same thing. So you're walking and walking and you're getting closer and closer and before you know it, auto-response kicks in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you: *smiles* (if you're courageous you'd give a wave)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;said person: *smiles* (in head: okay, this is awkward but since he/she has opted for just a smile i'd just smile back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's if you're lucky! Some people just do the 'ohshitImadeeyecontactbetterlookelsewhere' routine. Funny how you always catch them looking at you first though right? So would you still go up to them after that? I thought so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's funny is on it where everyone is probably sitting comfortably hiding behind their screen then all that awkwardness is just gone. Suddenly everyone is.. friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying that it's a bad thing. It's good that everyone is getting together again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How should I say it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how things are at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember, I'm an ass ;)&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/7641164126984044728-1530781950716298375?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/1530781950716298375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=1530781950716298375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/1530781950716298375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/1530781950716298375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2009/01/wahh-its-been-so-long-lol.html' title='Wahh~~!!! It&apos;s Been So Long~!!!'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-8252059502448941303</id><published>2009-01-05T23:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:37:11.709Z</updated><title type='text'>Kau Suka Dia - Haziq and The Giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hvqsUbw81Q&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hvqsUbw81Q&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've something good, share it! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-8252059502448941303?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/8252059502448941303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=8252059502448941303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8252059502448941303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8252059502448941303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2009/01/kau-suka-dia-haziq-and-giggles.html' title='Kau Suka Dia - Haziq and The Giggles'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-8823464779023930247</id><published>2009-01-05T22:22:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:05:09.878Z</updated><title type='text'>Heart of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TS8NvoMudy8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/TS8NvoMudy8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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;Fifth day into the New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has just been quiet lately. The house feels quiet. It's like all the excitement that came with the new year suddenly just fizzled out. As if on cue, in comes the bitter cold days and all I want to do is just get myself wrapped up under the warm thick duvet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't what I did just now though. Instead I opted to go for a jog and it felt so refreshing! One thing did puzzled me though. Where did my shoes go? I searched everywhere for it and nada. Did someone accidentally give them out to goodwill or something? Must have been supermum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went to Roath Park and found out I had only half an hour to go before the park closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I jogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jog, jog, jog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What? Why is this pathway closed? Oh. Renovation. Pfft~'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jog, jog, jog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eh? Is this bridge new?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jog, jog, jog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I talked some more with myself while jogging (in my head). It's alright. Instead of a sign that I'm losing my mind, it's actually preventing me from losing it. XD&lt;br /&gt;All the while watching the various behaviours of the people around. Kids playing, parents chasing after them, shouting at them to be careful, the elderly taking their walks while feeding the swans, schoolkids making their way home. It was just so lively and all felt good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then by the time I reached home, just as I step through the doorway and shut the door close behind me, it came. Again. The emptiness, the silence, just that hollow feeling you get at times you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not just at times anymore. It's occurring more frequently now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be on a cruise now. Some bigass gigantic ship with perhaps every single thing I could possibly want loaded into it. Of course people. Nah, maybe not people. Cats. Yeah~ That would be good enough. Ok, even better, people who love cats! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said my peace. I'm going to google for a cruise ship for cat lovers now ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-8823464779023930247?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/8823464779023930247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=8823464779023930247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8823464779023930247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8823464779023930247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2009/01/heart-of-life.html' title='Heart of Life'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-5433156860918555247</id><published>2009-01-03T20:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:55:21.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>I'm disappointed to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-5433156860918555247?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/5433156860918555247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=5433156860918555247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/5433156860918555247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/5433156860918555247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2009/01/well.html' title='Well..'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-1450871978996335176</id><published>2009-01-01T13:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:16:23.405Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year ^__^</title><content type='html'>Thus a new year has come. Expectations of the coming year? Hmm, brilliant. This will be a hard year undoubtedly but nevertheless it will be brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, I'd have to start facing the facts and accept the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more looking back and just continue to look on forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose this and I'm going to make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the many positive expectations for 2009! Cheers! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-1450871978996335176?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/1450871978996335176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=1450871978996335176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/1450871978996335176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/1450871978996335176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year ^__^'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-8410292162140259330</id><published>2008-12-02T00:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:57:21.025Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for supporting me through everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make you proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-8410292162140259330?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/8410292162140259330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=8410292162140259330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8410292162140259330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8410292162140259330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-8760776461599491983</id><published>2008-11-30T00:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:58:35.862Z</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never ^_^'</title><content type='html'>I owe some people birthday greetings ^__^' It's not because I forgot it's their birthday. It's more like I don't know when it is. Huge difference I tell you. Keke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy Birthday Rafie, Ariffin, Sepol, Ka Yun and all the other November people ^___^ whom I've forgotten unfortunately :$ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all of you be happy in life ^___^ Cause if I wish you a long life what good would it do if you're unhappy right ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live a life with no regrets. Pursue your goals, overcome any obstacles, do not forget but learn from mistakes, which will undoubtedly be alot :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-8760776461599491983?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/8760776461599491983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=8760776461599491983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8760776461599491983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8760776461599491983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/11/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never ^_^&apos;'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-4839630125975383344</id><published>2008-11-25T08:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:48:29.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Tagged -____-</title><content type='html'>Write your FULL name with your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;No backspacing.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 10 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azmkkjir zyulfcaqar nmoihd amnin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit -___-' This keyboard is small.. Or I have fat elbows lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging: nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-4839630125975383344?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/4839630125975383344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=4839630125975383344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/4839630125975383344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/4839630125975383344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged -____-'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-8955261505035647374</id><published>2008-11-24T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:03:12.767Z</updated><title type='text'>Red is for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SSskYuh3QKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cadVHc517Zs/s1600-h/medraw.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SSskYuh3QKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cadVHc517Zs/s200/medraw.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272347795992821922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair red again =D Here's a pic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-8955261505035647374?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/8955261505035647374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=8955261505035647374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8955261505035647374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8955261505035647374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-is-for.html' title='Red is for'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SSskYuh3QKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cadVHc517Zs/s72-c/medraw.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-1017364142263477634</id><published>2008-11-24T20:57:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:49:00.165Z</updated><title type='text'>Tagged -___-  Driver's High</title><content type='html'>RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put Your itunes, windows media plyer etc on Shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 6 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Serenity - Armin Van Buuren(th~ how in the world does that answer the question?who thought of this? -___- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself&lt;br /&gt;Monsters - Matchbook Romance ( spot on! ^___^ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people feel when they're around you?&lt;br /&gt;My Curse - Killswitch Engage ( right on the mark! impressive ^___^ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your current relationship&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean - Michael Jackson ( lol.. my iTunes reads my mind XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you like to be now?&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me - Sean Paul ( So when I start to praise it, it gets back to being nonsense )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about love?&lt;br /&gt;Here Without You - 3 Doors Down ( Nyeh.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your life like?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Thing - Sister Hazel ( Yup, pure, simple crap )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you ask for if you had only one wish?&lt;br /&gt;Story of My Life - Social Distraction ( Write about my life? Who would want to read that? XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something wise.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderwall - Oasis (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;By now you should've somehow Realized what you gotta do&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says "is this okay?" you say,&lt;br /&gt;The Pretender - Foo Fighters ( what..? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm Gone - Eminem ( Doubt anyone would care XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Dancefloor - Stylophonics ( Let me get back to that later )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Champagne Supernova - Oasis ( Maybe yesterday XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;There is - Box Car Racer ( If there is I have yet to find it XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Gallery - Mario Vazquez ( lol, it's just getting more ridiculous )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;The Kill - 30 seconds to mars ( Yeah, they probably do want to kill me XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;When Your Heart Stops Beating - Plus44 ( Sayang~~&lt;3 ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Through the Fire and Flames - Dragonforce ( Trials and Tribulations )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Roses for the Dead - Funeral for a Friend ( 4 :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;She's So Lovely - Scouting For Girls ( AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Forever - Papa Roach ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But my feelings for you are forever&lt;/span&gt; did I just say that? lol.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;Breathe You In - Thousand Foot Krutch ( Why am I doing this again? -___- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;FPS - Berserker Fox ( Happy =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;My Name is Jonas - Weezer ( Yeah, I just lose myself till I forget my own name XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Getting into You - Relient K (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Ask Myself Do You Know What You're Getting Yourself Into&lt;/span&gt; XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Hello Zepp - Saw OST ( Nice~ That's when everything starts to unravel and everyone will go 'WTF!!!' )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;Golden - Fall Out Boy ( Yes, painting myself gold makes my day XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Seven Years - Saosin ( Ouch! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;My, You and My Medication - Boys like Girls ( &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't know where to begin&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;This Side of the Blue - Joanna Newsom ( I think the world of them, even though I'm a bully XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;Driver's High - L'Arc En Ciel ( Done!! Finally!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging: None, too lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-1017364142263477634?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/1017364142263477634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=1017364142263477634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/1017364142263477634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/1017364142263477634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-drivers-high.html' title='Tagged -___-  Driver&apos;s High'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-1756289988186620709</id><published>2008-11-17T20:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:00:17.215Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Qilah~~!!!</title><content type='html'>Wah~~!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister is all grown up now ^___^ &lt;br /&gt;Every year that I come back seriously I see her just getting bigger and bigger ^___^&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time when she was just a little tot excited with the mole on her leg XD&lt;br /&gt;And now she wants a blackberry. How fast do they grow up.kekekeke&lt;br /&gt;I chose this song cause I remember how I just love to sing it in the car whenever I pick her up from school. Just to annoy her XD Good times..&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Qilah!&lt;br /&gt;Be good!&lt;br /&gt;Belajar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JKKl95Ttrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/3JKKl95Ttrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/7641164126984044728-1756289988186620709?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/1756289988186620709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=1756289988186620709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/1756289988186620709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/1756289988186620709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-qilah.html' title='Happy Birthday Qilah~~!!!'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-8111125928861139326</id><published>2008-11-12T22:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:59:32.225Z</updated><title type='text'>Tug Your Soul Out</title><content type='html'>There's no doubt you could do it. It all depends on how much effort you put into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you do anything in the whole world for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is impossible as even the word 'impossible' says 'I m possible.' - Nyiau Ah Lek, my physics teacher in sixth form. Don't know whether he invented it or he's quoting it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lets Do This!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-8111125928861139326?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/8111125928861139326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=8111125928861139326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8111125928861139326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8111125928861139326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/11/tug-your-soul-out.html' title='Tug Your Soul Out'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-1071500515912663450</id><published>2008-11-10T21:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:51:29.659Z</updated><title type='text'>Duh!</title><content type='html'>I found out why I'm now suffering from a sore throat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was simpler than I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been going out without wearing my scarf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self: Wear your scarf before going out -___-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qgt50jY-2RI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qgt50jY-2RI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ACDC halloween special. You have to like it if it involves Michael ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-1071500515912663450?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/1071500515912663450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=1071500515912663450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/1071500515912663450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/1071500515912663450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/11/duh.html' title='Duh!'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-1902182741423809610</id><published>2008-11-09T22:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:28:49.185Z</updated><title type='text'>United Lost</title><content type='html'>Just saying. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'm done with my shopping list. I think. Some are rather suspect and I'm still trying to figure out whether I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need them or not. Actually the things that I've bought so far aren't needs anyway. On the other hand they're fun so it doesn't matter XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing worthy to note is that I'm sick. Again. :S No matter how good I take care of myself, drink lots of water, and all other things which I think are beneficial to my health; I still end up sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having sore throat and a runny nose. Especially the latter cause if you don't wipe it properly in this season, it dries up round that area. No one is going to tell you about it and you end up walking around with cake on your face. -____-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-1902182741423809610?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/1902182741423809610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=1902182741423809610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/1902182741423809610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/1902182741423809610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/11/united-lost.html' title='United Lost'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-3170922011561527228</id><published>2008-11-06T00:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:34:41.081Z</updated><title type='text'>WOOT~~!!!</title><content type='html'>Just got my internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I had a lot to talk about regarding the trip on the way here. From how much RBA hates me to the guy with the smelly feet sitting behind me on the coach and the woman with the 34 E/F ( according to the type of bra she wears) breast size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just going to skip all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have a PS3 now! XD~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how much I love you my PS3 &lt;3 She is now officially my new girlfriend XD Although I view her in a masculine kind of way. Bulky but ultra sexy. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough talk. On to playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-3170922011561527228?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/3170922011561527228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=3170922011561527228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/3170922011561527228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/3170922011561527228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/11/woot.html' title='WOOT~~!!!'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-5414177528955298062</id><published>2008-11-03T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:00:01.464Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday B~!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Nur Ainiedza,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-5414177528955298062?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/5414177528955298062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=5414177528955298062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/5414177528955298062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/5414177528955298062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-b.html' title='Happy Birthday B~!'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-8062776395099965941</id><published>2008-11-02T15:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:53:31.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Greetings~!</title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Birthday to my bro Aziq who is now 19. Not only are you older now but your balls and mole are going to get bigger too (inside joke). XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Advanced Birthday to Amir Ridi. Hope you'll learn to speak more now XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to the UWIC graduation ceremony held at the chancellor hall in UBD. Have to admit to be able to see Prince Charles live in person was kind of unreal. :S He seemed more real in television than in the flesh. Too bad we weren't given the chance to shake hands with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the graduates, congratulations are in order. Hope all of you would be succesful in your respectful careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had encouraging words from the last person I thought would ever give me any sort of advice :S You're cool. Keke. Thank You :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I'm going back tomorrow. Hmm.. Don't know what to expect at all. Suddenly it seems like it's too soon :( I just can't wait to get my own PS3 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Credits to Qamar for helping with the blog. He taught me the know-hows and all that. Mwahs! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-8062776395099965941?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/8062776395099965941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=8062776395099965941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8062776395099965941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/8062776395099965941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-greetings.html' title='Birthday Greetings~!'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-703908048538974374</id><published>2008-10-31T09:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T09:59:10.058Z</updated><title type='text'>Cause I Just Feel Like Laughing XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UBU7JK-x_kE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/UBU7JK-x_kE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/7641164126984044728-703908048538974374?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/703908048538974374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=703908048538974374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/703908048538974374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/703908048538974374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/10/cause-i-just-feel-like-laughing-xd.html' title='Cause I Just Feel Like Laughing XD'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-9125186164419212889</id><published>2008-10-26T12:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:40:14.022Z</updated><title type='text'>How Sad Are You..</title><content type='html'>I guess the various types of people in this world just makes it more interesting to live in. Bearable or not these people are just the ones that we see everyday at times, or maybe not anymore, and we just have to learn to be tolerant with their behaviour and attitude in order to live in harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you're a new person in a new place trying to make friends with new people. You make conversations, you hear stories and what not and then ta-da~! you think you suddenly know the person so much in that short period of time compared to others who've known them longer. Then you start making not-so-subtle remarks in an attempt to get closer to the other person, to gain i suppose 'good friend' points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it better is those remarks are aimed at me, who was your friend. Yes, that is in past tense because people like you who take advantage of such situations are just shameless. Taking a stab at a 'friend' for the sake of getting closer to some other person whom you just know? You think you know them as well as I do to make such a comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next word of advice, before you try to impress anyone with anything learn how to spell, your tenses and how to make a proper sentence. No one can take you seriously if they can't understand you. They're laughing at you. Well I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mince beef not words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-9125186164419212889?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/9125186164419212889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=9125186164419212889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/9125186164419212889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/9125186164419212889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-sad.html' title='How Sad Are You..'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7641164126984044728.post-3068017532261144139</id><published>2008-10-18T07:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T07:40:18.779+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start Of Something New</title><content type='html'>Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7641164126984044728-3068017532261144139?l=faqar85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/feeds/3068017532261144139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7641164126984044728&amp;postID=3068017532261144139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/3068017532261144139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7641164126984044728/posts/default/3068017532261144139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faqar85.blogspot.com/2008/10/start-of-something-new.html' title='The Start Of Something New'/><author><name>faqar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08740319506509240864</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_akOrx1cqHLY/SV5BSwnQYvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/n4aPDuc7H94/S220/DSC00887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
