<?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-2453854915231137710</id><updated>2011-11-13T13:20:31.424-08:00</updated><category term='question marks'/><category term='contemplating'/><category term='best birthday ever'/><category term='Surya'/><category term='najjua'/><category term='absence'/><category term='awesome'/><title type='text'>Lexicorn.</title><subtitle type='html'>Sloppy Words &amp;amp; Bittersweet Espials</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3964350887054123098</id><published>2010-09-01T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:55:39.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sila ambil perhatian :)</title><content type='html'>lexicorn.blogspot.com has been moved to a new blog site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://qayzr.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://qayzr.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure it's time (and it's best) to embed my identity to the blog directly.&lt;br /&gt;From now onwards, this blog only serves as an archive of my old posts.&lt;br /&gt;If you have the sufficient tolerance level, please do look round yes.&lt;br /&gt;I will be importing some of the posts here into Qayzr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna delete Lexicorn, the name itself is too precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be blogging more seriously on Qayzr. so be sure to follow that blog instead of this one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the attention!&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day! See you guys at Qayzr~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-3964350887054123098?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3964350887054123098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/09/sila-ambil-perhatian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3964350887054123098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3964350887054123098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/09/sila-ambil-perhatian.html' title='Sila ambil perhatian :)'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-553599767970581168</id><published>2010-08-21T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:47:14.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Aerial View of My study Desk @ GeniusIncubator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_1667371870"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1667371871"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/THAQ81FjfcI/AAAAAAAAAvE/l5xt0ZYazK4/s1600/Qayzer's1315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/THAQ81FjfcI/AAAAAAAAAvE/l5xt0ZYazK4/s400/Qayzer's1315.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Faber-Castell Ecco Pigment 0.4 (Highly recommended)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rocky Strawberry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surya's Cookie Case (Bake more PLEASE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Printing: Pepper v. Hart; A Re-examination (not recommended)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Legal Method slides from Dr. Farah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Borang Banci (???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Room keys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sephia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al-Mathurat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Altec Lansing BXR1220 portable speakers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nokia 3100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty stacked reminder notepads (quite useless)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlit vanilla scented candle &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-553599767970581168?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/553599767970581168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/08/aerial-view-of-my-study-desk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/553599767970581168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/553599767970581168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/08/aerial-view-of-my-study-desk.html' title='An Aerial View of My study Desk @ GeniusIncubator'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/THAQ81FjfcI/AAAAAAAAAvE/l5xt0ZYazK4/s72-c/Qayzer&apos;s1315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-2032372269109589394</id><published>2010-08-20T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T10:25:16.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='najjua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best birthday ever'/><title type='text'>We Need to Talk.</title><content type='html'>I would like to blog about how I planned to buy deodorant and ended up buying a Bros water bottle close to RM40 and stationeries. Yes, its the 6th, 7th week being a first year university student and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOW&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I decide to buy stationeries. But hey, can I have a show of hands of people who gives a damn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4nqxklFqI/AAAAAAAAAtw/mdVGv_VAftw/s1600/qayzer's1312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4nqxklFqI/AAAAAAAAAtw/mdVGv_VAftw/s320/qayzer's1312.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Saja tunjuk. Jarang beli stationeries. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;...... Thought so. Anyway, spectacular things went down pre-on-after my 19th Birthday. Its worth way more than my compentency to keep my money in my wallet and I give a damn so since its my blog, let me patronise you with the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;First of all, yes. I am 19, hear me roar. Sorry lama blog tidak update. Tiba-tiba banyak life. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;For most (if not all) of you who never noticed, I hide my facebook birthday notifications every year just because of my laziness to reply birthday wallposts. This year is a bit hectic and I'm preoccupied with a lot of things and I forgot to disable it so I got a taste of what's it like to be well wished by the masses. The numbers were unexpected, but I had fun replying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lets move on to the real fun. My birthday started off quite normally. 12am and I was sitting in my dark dorm room accompanied by Emy's snoring. But I was content, happy even. Before that I was having a pre-birthday buka puasa with Najjua at Ikea. Meatballs and Almond Daim baby! We had some drink from Starbucks that tasted like orange peel. But hey, everything seemed to taste better during Ramadan. A month of appreciation? I can certainly hope so. Selamat Berpuasa Everyone, bytheway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So after that's done, I was expecting a late-night hang out with Najjua, she said she had some discussion with a few friends at her college.. Or so I thought. While I was busy replying wall posts, I got a call to get down. I put on some deodorant and rushed down, even leaving my facebook still online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There she was waiting at the bus stop with a long white scarf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;"Do you trust me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;ooooookaaayyy.. Lets just say I do k sayang? Haha. So my eyes were squeezed and pressured by that scarf, I got in the car and Lady Gaga was blasting in my ears courtesy of Najjua's Ipod. Seriously, it was totally deafening, I was at the back seat and even the driver (Mashi, thank you so much, btw) heard it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;For sure Mashi was driving. I could tell under the blindfold. Najjua wouldn't drive that fast. So after a shuffling of a few incomplete loud songs, we finally stopped. The place was awfully silent, there was running water, and it was humid. I couldn't analyse it much. Bieber was beating on my eardrums. I really thought I was in some kinda forest. How fast did Mashi drove?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4mgyH-oTI/AAAAAAAAAts/O8amIvvFFvo/s1600/dsc02951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4mgyH-oTI/AAAAAAAAAts/O8amIvvFFvo/s320/dsc02951.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She counted, "1, 2, 3" and W.T.F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4jEaRnjpI/AAAAAAAAAtY/FigANmfse80/s1600/qayzer's1287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4jEaRnjpI/AAAAAAAAAtY/FigANmfse80/s320/qayzer's1287.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;MY GOODNESS. Lit scented candles. I couldn't believe it. Thank you, you aweome awesome people. Jan Jan, Skem, Ikan, Mu'iz, Najwa, Mashi, and Najj. Also, people in the planning, Nad. Would love for you to be there weyh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Yes that is a lot of candles. For every letter, I well wished everyone. My family that well wished me from a distance, you will always be in my heart. My dear beloved, my good friends, and those who enriched me throughout my life. My homeland, and the home I found within myself right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After all that's done, we took a wrong turn thanks to me and ended up hanging out in some restaurant called Strawberry Fields. At least the food was nice, just that the prawns are hellishly small. Oh how I miss the seafood of Sabah. Me, Najjua, and Mashi (our personal JAIS who sleeps on the job. hehe.) went to Bukit Jalil to send back Skem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Everything turned back a bit normal. We headed back, got some sahur from pelita and dropped off Najjua and Mashi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;but seriously that wasn't the end of everything. Happy and thankful for that, I am. A bit shocked of that fact actually. What was next? Ikut cerita, makan Chilis for buka puasa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;To cut it to around 5pm on the day of my birthday itself, after multiple renderings of time and venue, we got out with the intention to eat big for buka puasa... Or so we thought, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We spent about a 2, 3 hours or more trying to find my bloody cake. Haha. Look at the irony. I'm the birthday boy and I'm picking up my own birthday cake. But hey, it's a birthday cake nonetheless. Its banana chocolate in case anyone's wondering. Classy, with a touch of jest. Just like me. Haha. Here's what happened at the cake shop:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;would you like candles with the cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Uh.. Honestly, it's actually my cake so... Uhmm.. Tak payahlah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;haha. I should get an award for that. They probably think I'm this psycho loner who buys himself a whole birthday cake coz nobody wants to celebrate anything with him. But they don't have my blog URL so the can continue the pity without any verification. Cewaaahh. Ayat legal tu. The abrupt cewaaahh is very Pn. Izzura-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So everything else went according to natural order. Parking, waiting for the tables, ordering, eating... Normal kan? Sorry never ate at chili's before. Hehe. Awesomee gilaaaaaa. Then that's as far as normal went that night. It went way out of normality up to the point that I forgot what I ate that night! Chicken? Lamb? Hmm. Pina chilada! I remember there was ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As I was melahap and taking pics with Najjua, then came a creature out of nowhere. Happy Birthday! Haha. Surya. Surprised the bejeebers the out of me! Heart attack weyh! No wonder Najjua kept looking outside. Like. Wow. Najjua, even treating me to chili's was too much to begin with... I'm awfully, awfully grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There was cake, there was the one, Najjua, and there was my best friend. Expensive food, a celebratory atmosphere.. Fuhh. I seriously couldn't ask for more. Surya even baked cooookiesssss. And yes Sur, very nice attempt on the card, but did you seriously think you'd topple mine 2 years ago? Haha. But thanks though. I know I won't be lonely at the top with you guys around.. Just make sure you climb with me :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Did I miss something? Oh yes, Aiman! Haha. Sorry dude. This short paragraph is dedicated to you. Thanks for being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;oh oh oohhh, almost forgottt. I only tasted a wee bit of the cake coz somebodyyy decided to go all Sparta on me and made the cake my hair gel and facial cream. And creamy, it certainly was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Surya started it with "okay, I go get the guy, you go get the girl." after she smudged some bits and pieces of the cake on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;so 'innocently' I gave Najj's gebu cheeks some facial treatment, so to speak. comel. Did she take it well? Well let's just say I won't be repeating that anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;she took literally a handful of cake and went all spartan on my face, really. All she was lacking is some violent catchphrase. It wasn't just the face. My hair confirm kena. She went for another round. This time with MORE cake. My jeans and my shirt was covered with bits and bits of chocolate banana. No way I'm cleaning that myself. Pity the next laundromat I decide to dump my clothes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4mETEc9dI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Qy7wyxRd5Xg/s1600/qayzer's1294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4mETEc9dI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Qy7wyxRd5Xg/s320/qayzer's1294.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4mFd79TPI/AAAAAAAAAtg/agtwXVAeo0w/s1600/qayzer's1295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4mFd79TPI/AAAAAAAAAtg/agtwXVAeo0w/s320/qayzer's1295.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Chili's became a saloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;fun, fun night. memang hebat gilalah Najjua with the two surprises. My girl tu. Any challenges? I don't think so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;You seriously have no idea how amazing that girl is really. You would think after all that they'd be no more. But if you noticed I never mentioned any gifts amidst the spectacular surprises. It comes only afterwards, about 20 minutes before my birthday officially ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As we were heading back to the car with arguments where we should go next (we always have no idea where to go), I noticed a plastic bag at the back of the car. I thought it was her laundry. Then when we finally sat down, she pulled it from the back and gave it to me as a last surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;i don't think anybody could've contained themselves. Though it was a relatively small gesture compared to the other two things the pulled off, but it was not less meaningful. A Pull and Bear jumper. Yes, I had to mention that. Nobody ever gave me such a thing. Another is a a box full of tokens that could literally last me for this four years.. I'd like to elaborate more on this but I don't want anybody to steal this idea of hers. It's like a total&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;manifestation of all that love boiling inside. Sweet. I'd like to keep that to myself thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So to recap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a totally awesome girlfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do have people caring for me, no matter how far they might be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was the most &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;meaningful&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;most&lt;b&gt;thought&lt;/b&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;heart&lt;b&gt;touching&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; birthday ever. In short, the best birthday I ever had. Everrrrrr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Oh, did I mention I have an awesome girlfriend? Oh yes I do~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;All in all, I never would have expected you to pull off such an awesome awesome birthday celebration for me. I'm deeply touched. I love you Najjua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4mTeotuhI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7D2gffj4YYI/s1600/qayzer's1279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4mTeotuhI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7D2gffj4YYI/s320/qayzer's1279.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4mTy9Z-oI/AAAAAAAAAto/QkQGtvGOBbs/s1600/qayzer's1284.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4mTy9Z-oI/AAAAAAAAAto/QkQGtvGOBbs/s320/qayzer's1284.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;May we last &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-2032372269109589394?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2032372269109589394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-need-to-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2032372269109589394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2032372269109589394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-need-to-talk.html' title='We Need to Talk.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TG4nqxklFqI/AAAAAAAAAtw/mdVGv_VAftw/s72-c/qayzer&apos;s1312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-2200170230991669166</id><published>2010-08-15T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T07:12:13.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The calm before the storm</title><content type='html'>I'd like to recommend, Love the Way You Lie by Rihanna.&lt;br /&gt;The beats and lyrics are uber powerful. makes you angry and wanna hit someone.&lt;br /&gt;One of the wonders of music.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a new addition to my jogging playlist~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words when you spit them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I just love the music. No relation to my life. I'm very happy :) no wrong ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-2200170230991669166?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2200170230991669166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/08/calm-before-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2200170230991669166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2200170230991669166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/08/calm-before-storm.html' title='The calm before the storm'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-6774637390694733398</id><published>2010-07-25T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:49:48.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keys keys keys</title><content type='html'>I just can't help but to be amazed by how lacking my attention span length is. After somehow managing to lose my Dewan Makan card, I proceed to lose my room keys. I swear to you it was here 10 minutes ago.&lt;b&gt; I SWEAR.&lt;/b&gt; This is just great, class starts in half an hour. My stomach's empty and I lost my room key. I think I'm using this blog as a procrastination tool. Hmmm. That's probably not too much of a bad thing. Unless I don't find my keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ahaaaa! found it! Dalam beg. ehek. ehek. ehek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But I still need to eat! grrr :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-6774637390694733398?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6774637390694733398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/07/keys-keys-keys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6774637390694733398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6774637390694733398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/07/keys-keys-keys.html' title='keys keys keys'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3237900242988843916</id><published>2010-07-10T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T08:32:40.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TDiSQBom8NI/AAAAAAAAAtU/c_cQtITbGvw/s1600/qayzer%27s1147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TDiSQBom8NI/AAAAAAAAAtU/c_cQtITbGvw/s320/qayzer%27s1147.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Haluansiswa just finished. Haluansiswa is just basically orientation with a cool name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain really. UM has been nice to me so far. The orientation here lasts longer but it's easier than UiTM's. There are a few things I miss about that place. Like the carpet in the library, we don't have that here although UM has the most complete law reference library in Malaysia. Just buy some carpeting please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! For the first time since I don't know how many years, I joined Malay debate! and guess what? I joined.. and &lt;b&gt;won&lt;/b&gt;! can I put more exclamation marks please? !!!!! hahaha. I wasn't a big deal at the beginning but we actually beat seniors from the Orator Club and national debaters. The trophy is real steel I think. I guess the era of plastic recognition is over? Oh yeah B) It was hard work. No doubt. Here's a picture of Sylvia sleeping from all of the hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TDiQuY-bZhI/AAAAAAAAAtI/AzmhuIefgMo/s1600/qayzer%27s1148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TDiQuY-bZhI/AAAAAAAAAtI/AzmhuIefgMo/s320/qayzer%27s1148.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right hard work. Duduk depan laptop buka Wikipedia sambil buka facebook tunggu makanan. Harap escape orientation saja :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm really looking forward to in UM is (hopefully) breaking my almost curse. As some of you know, I'm prone to be denied of greatness. haha. Never won first place in my life or be outstanding in stuff I get into, be it stupid or not. That's the almost curse. Having a hard time shining. Laziness, luck, and greed I think all played their part. I hope the debate is some indication of things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TDiRWPtoA4I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/yiFWzHWXfxE/s1600/qayzer%27s1150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TDiRWPtoA4I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/yiFWzHWXfxE/s320/qayzer%27s1150.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From freshies to first years. tortured first years. I hear the faculty orientation is gonna be hell. Pray for me as in my English placement test went a bit like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write appropriate questions for the following answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: _________________&lt;br /&gt;A: I'll have the teh tarik and roti canai please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"What will you be having this evening sir?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My hope for mamaks everywhere in Malaysia? Hmm. Maybe. Nah. I prefer Macha! order apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-3237900242988843916?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3237900242988843916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay-haluansiswa-just-finished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3237900242988843916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3237900242988843916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay-haluansiswa-just-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TDiSQBom8NI/AAAAAAAAAtU/c_cQtITbGvw/s72-c/qayzer%27s1147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-2855148137330349059</id><published>2010-07-02T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:36:57.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sukan Perpaduan</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Memang bola sepak sukan perpaduan. Tengok, Portugal dengan bekas negara jajahannya Brazil, dan England bersama musuh ketika perang dunia Germany bersama-sama melangkah kaki...ke airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-2855148137330349059?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2855148137330349059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/07/sukan-perpaduan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2855148137330349059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2855148137330349059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/07/sukan-perpaduan.html' title='Sukan Perpaduan'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-4856766505659863674</id><published>2010-06-30T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T08:30:47.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding incompetency</title><content type='html'>I think I finally figured out why I can't get myself to write or to blog as frequent as I'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a fear of blank pages!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious! Its a problem! I look at a blank page and quickly do something else. So how do I get through exams and stuff like that? Well I just write cr*p until the blank page becomes a filled page. &lt;b&gt;Then&lt;/b&gt; I really start writing. Problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-4856766505659863674?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4856766505659863674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/understanding-incompetency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4856766505659863674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4856766505659863674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/understanding-incompetency.html' title='Understanding incompetency'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-7530264735097291709</id><published>2010-06-24T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:06:50.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the UM Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Damn Regret&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're that middle house that screams goal every midnight. My neighbour on my left doesn't have Astro, my neighbour on my right doesn't watch football. We, on the other hand, have HD in its full glory with a sound system to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Lets see. updates updates updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got myself a place in the law faculty in Universiti Malaya. Excited, perhaps. I miss Cendol Pak Akob. But that's in Shah Alam! Why do you have to be so far away. Well at least I'll be nearer to MidValley.. Anytime I feel like watching a movie, I could practically just walk there. No more taxis to Bukit Raja! Hope the city life won't distract me too much. I already plan not to enter so much non-academic extra stuff in UM. Maybe just Kelab Pencinta Alam, jaga pintu. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TCOd2cWxAAI/AAAAAAAAAtE/f1IQY7Htcyw/s1600/SURATTAWARANTIT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TCOd2cWxAAI/AAAAAAAAAtE/f1IQY7Htcyw/s320/SURATTAWARANTIT.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my JPJ test is on monday! yes. I finished my 8 hours yesterday. Some say it was impossible. Even I thought it was impossible. But I went as far as the Pengarah JPJ Sabah to appeal to take the test on Monday. There was 30 people in the waiting list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TCOYG032H_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/HOKVTHlFWS0/s1600/qayzer%27s1019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TCOYG032H_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/HOKVTHlFWS0/s320/qayzer%27s1019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my defense, vroom vroom vroooom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember the Korean TV? I guess the most productive thing I did this month was plugging in my dad's laptop to the TV and surf the net on a 45-inch screen. Spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TCOa2yH6QFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ZlCPawn0UlI/s1600/qayzer%27s894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TCOa2yH6QFI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ZlCPawn0UlI/s320/qayzer%27s894.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I've surfed Facebook from a whole range of platforms. this is a first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing much to talk about here really. I'm flying off to KL probably early July, but before that I plan to ride to Kudat, the tip of Borneo. Okay, maybe drive.. And spend some serious cash on food! Lets see. Bakso kaki ayam dekat hospital, sago gula melaka at Vedablu, Portugese Crab at Fish 'n Co, Lasagna at Little Italy, Buns from Tuah Baker, Mum's Curry Lamb, Assam Laksa from Olde Station Kopitiam, Macadamia cookies from Famous Amos, Vanilla Milkshakes at Frenz Cafe, Luk Luk... and the list goes on really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta finish my food list. go ahead and continue drooling people! til next time~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-7530264735097291709?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7530264735097291709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-um-countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7530264735097291709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7530264735097291709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-um-countdown.html' title='It&apos;s the UM Countdown'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TCOd2cWxAAI/AAAAAAAAAtE/f1IQY7Htcyw/s72-c/SURATTAWARANTIT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-2293176944777449956</id><published>2010-06-17T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:41:54.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating the blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Dynamic Duo - Chul Check&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Qayyum, you should update your blog more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Because people enjoy reading it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_34527754"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"People enjoy reading palms and lips, people don't ask that to be updated"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"But you're not doing anything anyway."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"How would you know that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"You update your facebook status every 10 minutes, with nothingness"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"I'm pre-occupied with nothingness"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"well can't you occupy yourself with something...ness?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"Even if I did, I just ran out of materials for another post anytime soon."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"But you have ideas, you never run out of those. work from there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"Nopes, ran out of those, too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Nothing at all? Not even random ramblings, music, politics, currency exchange, gadgets?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"Okay. Let me see... Hmmm.. Still nothing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"Cynical comments? witty observations?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;"I have no idea what you're talking about here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;"How about this conversation then?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay done."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-2293176944777449956?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2293176944777449956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/updating-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2293176944777449956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2293176944777449956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/updating-blog.html' title='Updating the blog.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-5497918458053325428</id><published>2010-06-10T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:10:48.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup fever sudah mari!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://publicmb.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/2010-logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://publicmb.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/2010-logo.jpg" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, the only realistic people this World Cup season in my household is me and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, am rooting for &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fifa.com/worldcup/teams/team=43922/index.html"&gt;Argentina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Because &lt;b&gt;Messi&lt;/b&gt; scored all those four goals against Arsenal in the recent UEFA Cup. Oh that magical little wonder. I'm all up for Argentina. My second choice would be England, coz there's such much at their table right now and &lt;b&gt;they haven't won the World Cup since the 60s&lt;/b&gt;. Hm. Well that's what they said on the last World Cup. My dad, the other logical half of the household, is rooting for Brazil and Spain. Okay, logical choice. Brazil has some fresh and versatile talents, Spain is strong in all sides. I'm a big fan of Casillas. Here's the clip of the goals aganst Arsenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5OnlL5Bkqs&amp;hl=en_GB&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/u5OnlL5Bkqs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now moving on. My Brother goes on and on supporting &lt;a href="http://www.fifa.com/worldcup/teams/team=43928/index.html"&gt;Paraguay&lt;/a&gt;. Some of you might be thinking, is Paraguay even in the World Cup? Yes, they are. My brother did his research. Personally I think they got a shot up to the quarter finals. They're in Group along with Slovakia, New Zealand, and of course the defending champs Italy. Good Luck Santa Cruz. Yes, those words are from my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a decent video of Paraguay scoring at least 4 goals, so here's the flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twu.ca/athletics/womens-soccer/news-release/2007-2008/paraguay-flag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.twu.ca/athletics/womens-soccer/news-release/2007-2008/paraguay-flag.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyone is rooting for at least two teams in every World Cup. usually one underdog, and one fairly formidable team. Well try telling that to my brother. His second team is &lt;a href="http://www.fifa.com/worldcup/teams/team=43860/index.html"&gt;Ghana&lt;/a&gt;. Huh.. always rooting for the little guy. I don't wanna burst anyone's bubbles so I let him be happy with his choice. At least Boateng is in Ghana. hmm. He plays for Portsmouth, the worst team in the English Premier League this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a miracle would happen this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum isn't really a football fan. She screams at the TV when a player looked at somebody with evil eyes. I think that's explanation enough. But it's hard to escape the lure of the World Cup right? everyone must have a team! I've heard people supporting a team because the strikers are good looking, the jerseys are nice, the coach looks like a good guy. But no, not my mother. She's on the side of &lt;a href="http://www.fifa.com/worldcup/teams/team=43849/index.html"&gt;Cameroon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Pernah kuat bah dorang tu dulu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeaaaahh. she's referring to the 2002 World Cup. She witnessed the victory of Cameroon over Saudi Arabia. Saudi Arabia lost 8-0 to Germany that year. I am now more confused with women. She doesn't even have a second team. I'm going to infiltrate her head with ideas of supporting Argentina! hehe. But for sure my dad is going to buy her a Brazil/Spain jersey. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Whatever it is, no matter if you're supporting the underdogs or any of the top dogs, have fun watching the beautiful game with whoever is sitting beside you be it a fellow supporter or a leech from the other team. It &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; a sport of unity after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Just remember when you see Argentina kicking ass live, I'm celebrating somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Cheers to the game! Gonna leave you with the official theme song of The World Cup, Wavin' Flag by K'Naan. Celebration remix baby! yeaaaah. Go download go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DO0UQNBr2y0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/DO0UQNBr2y0&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-5497918458053325428?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5497918458053325428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-fever-sudah-mari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5497918458053325428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5497918458053325428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-fever-sudah-mari.html' title='World Cup fever sudah mari!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-1327101548841528555</id><published>2010-06-05T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T12:47:08.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding crashing and pimple popping.</title><content type='html'>So get this, infront of my house now, and I mean directly in front, there's three wedding underway. You try to imagine. I live in a medium-sized housing area and on one stretch of road there's three wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the wedding is a Bugis wedding so if you're Sabahan you know that means a lot of relatives from everywhere. They stick together like icing on cake. One problem that rose was parking. wanna see how bad it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAqVcG2uvkI/AAAAAAAAAss/_ohrWlzUUc8/s1600/qayzer%27s792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAqVcG2uvkI/AAAAAAAAAss/_ohrWlzUUc8/s320/qayzer%27s792.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's on the right. You see that blue Prado? yes.&lt;b&gt; I'm supposed to use that car!&lt;/b&gt; how am I supposed to get that out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAqY9NEuXCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/uXyLRAk8u_g/s1600/qayzer%27s794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAqY9NEuXCI/AAAAAAAAAsw/uXyLRAk8u_g/s320/qayzer%27s794.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from my parent's bedroom. Jom main kira khemah kahwin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no hard feelings! three couples in the same street are getting married, this is a day of merriment, no frowns! I wish the wedding couples a prosperous life. berbahagia sampai ke anak cucu dan seterusnya.. (nasib baik makanan baik punya! anak chef la kahwin. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, I finally popped an annoying pimple on my nose. It's been there like forever and you can't imgine all the blood from one little pimple!! I seriously gotta find a cleanser that really works for me oh so delicate skin. hahaa. okay gay moment over. Here's some pics of the blood and gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAqeic0T1LI/AAAAAAAAAs0/DFagOyjfUw4/s1600/qayzer%27s812.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAqeic0T1LI/AAAAAAAAAs0/DFagOyjfUw4/s320/qayzer%27s812.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wipe it on my hand, no tissues to be found anywhere. Note: during this picture was taken, blood was still flowing. Here's a picture of my face after I wiped off a bit off the blood (It was getting into my mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAqgjsxeSYI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Xgj_XOI3zko/s1600/qayzer%27s810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAqgjsxeSYI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Xgj_XOI3zko/s320/qayzer%27s810.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gilaaaa painful!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, I'm 19. I pop pimples. so what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1921360319"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1921360320"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-1327101548841528555?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1327101548841528555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding-crashing-and-pimple-popping.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1327101548841528555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1327101548841528555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding-crashing-and-pimple-popping.html' title='Wedding crashing and pimple popping.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAqVcG2uvkI/AAAAAAAAAss/_ohrWlzUUc8/s72-c/qayzer%27s792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-8817588710192007678</id><published>2010-06-03T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:19:42.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger Management Room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I have a house of my own, I'm gonna set up an anger management room. You can scream, shout, throw things, punch walls and other forms of letting out your anger inside the room no matter how brutal it might be as long as you don't hurt yourself. But outside the room, all that is forbidden. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No, I'm not angry right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just think it's a good idea. Think about it. Haven't you always wanted to just scream because of all of the anger build-up inside of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And you can't exactly let out your anger right there and then at home. It's just impolite and other people might view it as uncalled for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As far as I can think of, I think it can be used for preliminary action before confrontation. When you negotiate or talk in anger your words get misinterpreted and distorted and that's unhealthy and nobody wins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine it now. The room should be at the back or separate from the house. The walls would be sound-proof. No glassware, nothing sharp. Good ventilation.. Maybe all-rubber materials so that I don't have to replace so much things when people use the room. oh! Maybe a dart and a really big dart board. You can stick a picture of what's pissing you off and just throw darts at it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.ehow.com/images/a00/0f/jo/soundproof-room-200X200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/a00/0f/jo/soundproof-room-200X200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Fibreglass insulation for noise dampening and a soft ground in case anyone tries something really stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3RdG_yEYdLY/STlPiwPZAqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/cjsuqzWLiW4/s400/Ducky.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3RdG_yEYdLY/STlPiwPZAqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/cjsuqzWLiW4/s200/Ducky.gif" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two reasons for &lt;b&gt;lots and lots&lt;/b&gt; of rubber duckies: To annoy you and make you angrier or to cheer you up, depending on your particular mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.konteaki-furniture.co.uk/images/lrg_walnut_mirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://www.konteaki-furniture.co.uk/images/lrg_walnut_mirror.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A large protected mirror to see how angry you really are. Mirrors are proven to incite more true feelings. The more you know how angry you are, the more you know the degree of importance the things you wanna solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: black; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;What do &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-8817588710192007678?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8817588710192007678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/anger-management-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8817588710192007678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8817588710192007678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/anger-management-room.html' title='Anger Management Room.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3RdG_yEYdLY/STlPiwPZAqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/cjsuqzWLiW4/s72-c/Ducky.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-5968862055164895984</id><published>2010-06-03T01:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T01:37:40.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a simple way to know you're over someone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Try to do something you both used to do together exclusively. If you can keep off your mind off him/her, then you're over that person :) it can be something simple, like a song you both used to like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/qayzer?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Nothing&amp;#039;s irrelevant. Ask :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-5968862055164895984?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5968862055164895984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-simple-way-to-know-you-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5968862055164895984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5968862055164895984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-simple-way-to-know-you-over.html' title='What&amp;#39;s a simple way to know you&amp;#39;re over someone?'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-7522779302463345422</id><published>2010-06-02T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T02:20:50.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rarity.</title><content type='html'>A tale between a geek and a dancer.&lt;br /&gt;Who could've thought it would work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, people who visit here often will know that I rarely post personal things. It's usually question from formspring, a mild comment of the political arena, some funny things I saw on the net, and just random things that is only is awkwardly associated to my personal life, except for some pompous updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just because I haven't yet found that person worth writing over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAZiSGBXmTI/AAAAAAAAAsI/QK2yMkDPY_s/s1600/najjkusayang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAZiSGBXmTI/AAAAAAAAAsI/QK2yMkDPY_s/s400/najjkusayang.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those likes keeps on coming! haha. Not to mention the formspring questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know how many people are secretly stalking your facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first of all, before anything else, I'd like to make amends. In keeping her for myself, perhaps I forgot to shre to the world how wonderful she is to me. &lt;b style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I love you Najjua&lt;/b&gt;. Sorry for never telling you how I feel about you. Hope this gesture is a good start, yeah? Sorry I can't escape the corniness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I think if you want to fit all of our memories in this post coz it'll bloat. So despite your less-than-perfect memory, I hope your remember the broke road trips, early morning cokes, sate perot, bad movies, that pink pillow you almost tricked me into buying, and all the food. I think there's no one time where we went out and no food was involved. I regret just one thing. and that is not taking more pictures together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Grrr. We need more pictures together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I appreciate all that you do for me, even things that you tried. And things I'll never know. There's a lot learnt and a lot more to be learnt between us. You make me wanna try harder, a desire that is hard to be driven through my thick skull, I admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAZ5gagmizI/AAAAAAAAAsM/RKZ7O7yp_z4/s1600/qayzer%27s488.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAZ5gagmizI/AAAAAAAAAsM/RKZ7O7yp_z4/s320/qayzer%27s488.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I enjoy every moment with you. Thank you for the chances you've given me. &amp;amp; this is only for starters. Remember the deal okay? It's between us and only us. You know very well there's only a few people in this world who would wanna be with us. hahaha. Time will tell I suppose. But until then I guess my memory of duets in bus stops at 6am in the morning would always be with you. Sayang u. eheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;*pats chest* "This is mine, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Yeah, &lt;b&gt;you and nobody else.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, sorry for the corniness. again &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; no, I'm not deleting anything from this blog okay? &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;:P&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/2453854915231137710-7522779302463345422?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7522779302463345422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/rarity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7522779302463345422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7522779302463345422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/06/rarity.html' title='Rarity.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/TAZiSGBXmTI/AAAAAAAAAsI/QK2yMkDPY_s/s72-c/najjkusayang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-610150819988282213</id><published>2010-05-29T11:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:42:52.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ur current favourite songlists? list at least 5. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see... currently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Buble - Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbaland ft. Katy Perry - If We Ever Meet Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore - The Only Exception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Back Sunday - Sink Into Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Hi-Fi - the Break-Up Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/qayzer"&gt;Nothing's irrelevant. Ask :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-610150819988282213?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/610150819988282213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/ur-current-favourite-songlists-list-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/610150819988282213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/610150819988282213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/ur-current-favourite-songlists-list-at.html' title='ur current favourite songlists? list at least 5. ;)'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-2294022189667901021</id><published>2010-05-29T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:42:06.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bukan la! Blind date. jom. You don't know me, I don't know you. Let's meet up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me list down some of the possibilities yeah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You could be a guy.&lt;br /&gt;2. You could be really blind.&lt;br /&gt;3. You could be a genetically enhanced giraffe who can type.&lt;br /&gt;4. You may want to kidnap me for some underground human trafficking program.&lt;br /&gt;5. You end up falling in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh. Scary possibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/qayzer"&gt;Nothing's irrelevant. Ask :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-2294022189667901021?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2294022189667901021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/bukan-la-blind-date-jom-you-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2294022189667901021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2294022189667901021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/bukan-la-blind-date-jom-you-dont-know.html' title='Bukan la! Blind date. jom. You don&apos;t know me, I don&apos;t know you. Let&apos;s meet up.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-8958137664530756637</id><published>2010-05-20T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:15:43.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally paid to write. hahahaha</title><content type='html'>I've been selected to be a part of RealVoices 2 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like an online time capsule sealing ideas and thoughts of youths from all&amp;nbsp;across&amp;nbsp;Malaysia for us to look back in say 10, 20 years from now? At least that's what I think it is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will be blogging from there until the program ends. do check it out okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment or two, awesome awesome people are blogging there with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://realvoices2.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://realvoices2.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-8958137664530756637?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8958137664530756637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-paid-to-write-hahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8958137664530756637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8958137664530756637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-paid-to-write-hahahaha.html' title='Finally paid to write. hahahaha'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3112741288704097382</id><published>2010-05-16T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T08:34:37.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding TVs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently listening to&lt;/b&gt;: Jigga What/Faint - Linkin Park &amp;amp; Jay Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a little place where I just share questions and answers among my friends, my formspring has become a place where stranger and friends of strangers ask me things relating from spirituality to how long has it been since I last punched someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who took notice, it's now mango season! :D Here in Sabah, anyway. Is it the same fruit season all over Malaysia? Oh wouldn't that be nice. I love mangoes in it's natural form. Juices, not so much. unless it's not made in the kitchen. When the mango is not sweet, be prepared to serve it to me with kicap and some uber hot lada. I'll accept nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my parents bought a Korean TV. Two sets of dining chairs and tables, a 42-inch HD TV, a complete desktop computer from a Korean couple who went out of business. All for RM5000. Bargain gila. It would be the perfect TV if it wasn't for the language. 100% Korean and you can't change it! I need somebody to help with translating below because it keeps popping up when I connect the Astro Byond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S_AJ-_CQJII/AAAAAAAAAqI/yGP-N5RYGTk/s1600/qayzer%27s769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S_AJ-_CQJII/AAAAAAAAAqI/yGP-N5RYGTk/s320/qayzer%27s769.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My best guess is "Hahaha!! You just got screwed by a Korean couple!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-3112741288704097382?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3112741288704097382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/understanding-tvs.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3112741288704097382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3112741288704097382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/understanding-tvs.html' title='Understanding TVs.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S_AJ-_CQJII/AAAAAAAAAqI/yGP-N5RYGTk/s72-c/qayzer%27s769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-4956923324120574083</id><published>2010-05-10T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:41:46.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is damn exciting.</title><content type='html'>My life is so totally uber exciting, that my last arguement was with my mum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about the shape of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even supposed to be an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply stated "My head is square, I think you should do a Nick Lachey style haircut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I said to the stylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she abruptly said "Jangan perasanlah, kepala kau bujur! bujur sirih!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is not the type to back down from an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went at it, arguing on hairstyle. She wants me to get a straight up undercut with few light trims on top coz it looks good with my shape of head (in her opinion). She wanted my hair to still be long but thinner and less fuzzy. I still wanted Nick's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stylist just stood there with the scissors and comb on his hand. I think he found the time to make a 3-in-1 milo and finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I just settled for a trim in the front and back, with my sideburns still in tact. Exactly what she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, at least the haircut was free. I'm not one to complain about free stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mum, even if you think my head is 'bujur sirih' (however oblong sirih can be) and you forbid me from using your towels because you still think you convinced me enough that pimples are contagious and it spreads through the sharing of towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day :)&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/2453854915231137710-4956923324120574083?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4956923324120574083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-life-is-damn-exciting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4956923324120574083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4956923324120574083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-life-is-damn-exciting.html' title='My life is damn exciting.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-6491654440524313686</id><published>2010-05-06T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T10:30:28.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is epic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://5.media.collegehumor.com/collegehumor/ch6/6/a/collegehumor.5d2873765043c7c6f098ea8a0828ef02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://5.media.collegehumor.com/collegehumor/ch6/6/a/collegehumor.5d2873765043c7c6f098ea8a0828ef02.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://8.media.collegehumor.com/collegehumor/ch6/4/0/collegehumor.efbb2d84f51806f010ae41d01fb31007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://8.media.collegehumor.com/collegehumor/ch6/4/0/collegehumor.efbb2d84f51806f010ae41d01fb31007.jpg" width="438" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;EPIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got if from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.collegehumor.com/article:1804570&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-6491654440524313686?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6491654440524313686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/epic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6491654440524313686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6491654440524313686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/epic.html' title='this is epic.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-8830217271034988946</id><published>2010-05-04T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T06:35:48.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanjung Aru Lucky Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S-AiBEkUTAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/n88ht3O8rA4/s1600/qayzer%27s757.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S-AiBEkUTAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/n88ht3O8rA4/s320/qayzer%27s757.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky shot location: Tg. Aru Beach, Kota Kinabalu.&lt;br /&gt;I used my E72~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support cleaner beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using it as my current wallpaper &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Baru Tanjung Aru, belum Sipadan!!"&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/2453854915231137710-8830217271034988946?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8830217271034988946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/tanjung-aru-lucky-shot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8830217271034988946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8830217271034988946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/05/tanjung-aru-lucky-shot.html' title='Tanjung Aru Lucky Shot'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S-AiBEkUTAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/n88ht3O8rA4/s72-c/qayzer%27s757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-1097811454170318004</id><published>2010-04-27T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T12:36:08.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HelpHappy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a0.v4.youthsays.com/system/campaigns/150/profile/WORLDCUPAsianYouthAD.jpg?1270783514" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a0.v4.youthsays.com/system/campaigns/150/profile/WORLDCUPAsianYouthAD.jpg?1270783514" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hey everyone listen summore! :D The NST contest I'm entering extended it's deadline until this Sunday, so that means I'll have more competition D: I'm looking for my Semenanjung friends to help as I want to expand this entry to the whole country if possible :) Diversity is uber important. Please let me know if you can help okay ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;All my friends in KK also are welcomed to be of assistance :) we can roam around in my car going from house to house :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Basically, I need your help in this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Shoot a video of a youth giving their opinion on their favourite NST article of the day. It could be a friend or a stranger, but they must be under 35 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Huurrrrryyy help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh315/Sensation_2008/puppy_eyes-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh315/Sensation_2008/puppy_eyes-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The contest ends on Sunday, 2nd of May. Hurry, the puppy is counting on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-1097811454170318004?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1097811454170318004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/helphappy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1097811454170318004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1097811454170318004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/helphappy.html' title='HelpHappy!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-8799388678671162660</id><published>2010-04-18T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T05:10:30.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A DESPERATE SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY FRIENDS! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OKAY &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I'm entering this contest in youthsays.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Shoot a video of a youth giving their opinion on their favourite NST article of the day. It could be a friend or a stranger, but they must be under 35 years old.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you have (and read, obviously) NST regularly, can I meet up with you to shoot you giving an opinion on your favourite article? It's not that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DON'T READ NST,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still wanna help your dear ol' friend Qay, TELL ME. &lt;b&gt;I'll come to you personally with an NST paper&lt;/b&gt; and shoot you for my entry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU'RE TOO FAR AWAY, can shoot the video and send to me?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aiming for 50+ videos here. Tell me quick okay, I need to submit entries by 25th of this month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/image/funny/funny_1525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/image/funny/funny_1525.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Please please please please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt; I'll be gravely in debt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more of the contest, here: http://youthsays.com/nst/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-8799388678671162660?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8799388678671162660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/desperate-shout-out-to-all-my-friends-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8799388678671162660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8799388678671162660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/desperate-shout-out-to-all-my-friends-d.html' title='A DESPERATE SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY FRIENDS! :D'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-8817414115581062525</id><published>2010-04-13T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:08:07.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Goodbye for Sephia</title><content type='html'>Today, I tried to sell Sephia without she knowing it. I went home from doing some errands and immediately ran up to my room, unplugged Sephia from all the adapter, hard drive, broadband, and wireless mouse. I swiftly grabbed her and put it in my bag and away I was off again to the local IT Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I'm guilty of envy this time. I wanted to sell off Sephia to get an Acer One Ferari Netbook. Oh the bane of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://highdefbritain.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/acer-ferrari-one-notebook-pc-300x193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://highdefbritain.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/acer-ferrari-one-notebook-pc-300x193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ugh. My dad just &lt;b&gt;had&lt;/b&gt; to get a prettier computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, when I reached the mall, problems started to come up, one by one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked in a building next to it because I thought it was quite impossible to get a nice parking spot there. I was right about the parking but when I parked, I found out that they closed the road connecting that mall to where I am. Worse, I found that out only after I walked too far away from the car to turn back. But yeah, I turned back and parked in the building for some fee. Ugh. I was saving that for vanilla caramel soft ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I took the escalator until way up the third floor. I knew only one computer shop buying used laptops. I went to the counter, took out the scared Sephia and instantly "Bos, laptop. HP touch screen, AMD processor. 1.9 Gigahertz!", I felt a bit disappointed in myself because I didn't even hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the look in their eyes, they were probably thinking that this can be a bargain. I didn't look for much really. maybe a thousand? Yeah a thousand would be sufficient. My parents got me Sephia as a gift for my birthday for three times that price around a year and six months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they looked at me and said "Oh sorry, kami tidak ambil AMD processor.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, disappointment. So I asked them is there another shop that takes second-hand laptops. They asked me to go this shop called the PC Bargain Shop just around the corner. It sounds a bit cheap, but I was still determined on letting Sephia go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there, it was like this computer machine shop. Lotsa parts lying everywhere. I was expecting some Mad Hatter style shop owner or something to entertain me and taking me through the magical land of computer parts. All I got was some Chinese aunt who told me "Oh, kami tidak beli kalau tiada resit.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep your 18 month old laptop's reciept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrghhh. I was gonna go around and ask whether shops around there offer any good trade-in deals. I went to a few shops and just met with a few more disappointments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wasn't suppose to sell off Sephia. She's sophisticated, way ahead of her time and definitely not worth being sold off to buy a netbook with no rotating touch screen. Sephia helped me with my A in Law II, my research for all those tedious English paper, not to mention that friggin hectic case study for CSC134, she made me happy with all the games, music and movies. Oh don't even get me started on her role as my memory keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s.lowyat.net/uploads//attach-13/post-241413-1271061419.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://s.lowyat.net/uploads//attach-13/post-241413-1271061419.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s.lowyat.net/uploads//attach-13/post-241413-1271061663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://s.lowyat.net/uploads//attach-13/post-241413-1271061663.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Sephia, You're staying for a longer time :) I'm going to buy you a cleaning kit and a genuine Windows 7 soon okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-8817414115581062525?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8817414115581062525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-goodbye-for-sephia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8817414115581062525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8817414115581062525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-goodbye-for-sephia.html' title='No Goodbye for Sephia'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-8686510210225368973</id><published>2010-04-11T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T08:20:55.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not even a week since touchdown!</title><content type='html'>Okay! new things around town I discovered since I got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The burger stall near my house was closed coz they were selling drugs. No wonder the beef burgers made me so happy once upon a time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Half of the people who were together when I left are not so together now, and they took stupid alternatives.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still question the legality of most of my friend's actions. But I'd still join them anyway :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-8686510210225368973?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8686510210225368973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-even-week-since-touchdown.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8686510210225368973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8686510210225368973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-even-week-since-touchdown.html' title='Not even a week since touchdown!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-9171876379259683452</id><published>2010-04-09T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T06:33:19.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asasi in retrospect.</title><content type='html'>So yes, I realised that today's my final day in the land of the peninsula before degree calls. I didn't sleep actually, eventhough my flight today was at 10. No, at night. It's a coward's way out but with all the luck I'm having with flights, I'd rather not take my chances. Besides, I gotta find a beret. Why? Just because. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, sure. I had memories here. good, bad, ugly, whatever. At the back of the bus now. I like being here. I just love it, it's elevated, less vibration, and a clearer view of inside the bus and out. Not that there's much to see inside of the bus, leverage is always nice even when you don't need it. I've learnt that if you're too much of a gentleman to offer a seat to someone every time, just sit at the back. sit at the corner. If you find the urge when you see an old lady, just think "It'll be a long way for her to go here at the back, and it'll be more of a hassle for you to move around. just stay, don't make her suffer.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's move on. I'm actually a bit scared going back to KK. I'm scared I'd revert back to the self I was before I came. I learnt to love so many things here, and if going back means loving myself even more, I'm having doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I'm going back for degree anyway so hello vanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to at least to jot down what new things I learned to love for the sake of rediscovering them again in the future. I'll do one better. I'll dedicate one whole blog post. So here we go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, on my way to One Utama, I actually had a thought. I would write a small note, maybe on a post-it paper. I'm gonna put it in my wallet, and I'm gonna write something like "If should I die in a restaurant and the food is not paid for, just take cash from here and pay". I guess my fear of having dues when I'm finally laid to rest forever is escalated since I'm here.. A greater fear of dying? heh, maybe. Oh, and the back of the note, "But try asking around though, maybe they were planning on paying for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I learned to love refinement in music :) One day one of my friends bought a sick RM600 earphones. Yes, college students, far far away from home, who could've spent all that money for pizza for the whole dorm, bought a RM600 earphones. At first of course, "Are you NUTS?!" but the sound quality........ goodness. you can hear the artist in the purest form, the form they intended for you to hear the music. I remember hearing Fergie taking a breath, and Timbaland who had a little clicking sound in his mouth. Fuuhh. I tried to listen back on regular headphones, the feeling just wasn't there. You know the feeling when you watched a 3D movie and after that watching it in regular old 2D? Yeah it was kinda like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry. In the sea of being a boy here, you know the yelling and the cursing, I sorta lost my interest for poetry for awhile. I suddenly realised my unexplainable attraction towards poetry honestly because I was chasing a girl. Fuh. That chase was fruitful, I'll blog about the girl later as she is an entirely broad different subject. People should give poetry a chance, not all of them has deep deep meaning or complicated language. Some can be fun, funny. For example, &lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-inch-tall/"&gt;One Inch Tall&lt;/a&gt; by Shel Silverstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who know me a bit, I have a touch screen laptop named Sephia. And one day, I found Sephia SOAKED with Orange cordial. It was the wind who did it. Half a glass of cordial, flooded the laptop. when I lifted it, orange cordial was &lt;b&gt;POURING OUT OF THE USB PORTS&lt;/b&gt;. So we ended up fixing it the traditional way. What do we do when something is wet? dry it. Guess what? It worked. It took a few days, hard work, and disappointments but it worked. I just learned that Sephia is onekickass lappy. I shall continue to love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the value of a buck :) I remember my Ramadan Sahur meal last year. Half boiled eggs, instant mee goreng in mushroom soup, and quaker oat. I actually&lt;b&gt; planned&lt;/b&gt; that meal okay. Since nothing was open and I loathe an incomplete meal for Sahur, I cooked that up when I was grocery shopping. Delicious, easy to make, nutritious, as far as instant food go. I learnt to be creative with food :) It could've been a trend but it didn't fly coz I always eat Sahur late in UiTM~ The routine was: wake up, panic, eat, drink, sleeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciation is nice, but self-appreciation is better. I used to blog for the sake of having fans and compliments, not for the sheer joy of it. It's fun nonetheless, but fun came second back then. I was published once but I didn't feel like I was reaching somewhere, probably because my goal was distorted. A few people made me realise the deep meaning of the saying, expression before impression. Valuable. I was in the bus the other day when a random girl came up to me and said, "hey! Qayyum kan? I like your blog. updatelah lagi.." I checked back, the last post was just my random mutterings sincerely from the heart. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is truly where the heart is. No matter how much I tried to blend in, something was just missing. I guess I'm a homeboy despite my loner persona. I can say hi to people but deep down I feel like something was calling me. It was home. As soon as I touched down KKIA, I opened my eyes and felt a bit lifted, like somebody was smiling wide at me. You know what's weird? I felt the same way when I went to Indonesia last year. Eerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my teachers be unknown, let my preachers be silent for they are too heavy in the numbers to be mentioned. From the little seed of my boxer-wearing room mate to the mighty oaks of my ever-resilient lecturers, I pour my gratitude for the new perspectives, my rejuvenated spirit to say no to people who believe in failure before action, my appreciation in things I myself and many other mightier men take for granted. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So that's Asasi in Retrospect, tutup buku!&lt;/b&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/2453854915231137710-9171876379259683452?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/9171876379259683452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/asasi-in-retrospect.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/9171876379259683452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/9171876379259683452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/asasi-in-retrospect.html' title='Asasi in retrospect.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-9118773101682729314</id><published>2010-04-05T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:00:00.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism at it's Best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Dude! Whoah. That girl's pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;There!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Wow. Okay, I'm gonna go talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Err, wait, I don't think she's single..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense. What made say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;The guy around her arms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Siblings? We're in a cafeteria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;They're around each other's arm! that's PDA man. Still think they're siblings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come from a close-knit family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Ugh. Nevermind. Okay man, don't look now but the guy just kissed her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber incest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-9118773101682729314?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/9118773101682729314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/optimism-at-its-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/9118773101682729314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/9118773101682729314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/optimism-at-its-best.html' title='Optimism at it&apos;s Best.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-5994657175411407718</id><published>2010-04-03T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:29:53.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you help Jubs make some money? :) Oh and the new awefullywritten blog skin sucks btw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Jubs! I will help, only if you replace the word 'some' with something more... lucrative :) haha. I texted you already, reply! Oh yes, awefullywritten lost it's designer for now, wanted to just change the colours. Then that happened. Gonna re-do stuff~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/qayzer"&gt;Nothing&amp;#039;s irrelevant. Ask :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-5994657175411407718?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5994657175411407718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/will-you-help-jubs-make-some-money-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5994657175411407718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5994657175411407718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/will-you-help-jubs-make-some-money-oh.html' title='Will you help Jubs make some money? :) Oh and the new awefullywritten blog skin sucks btw.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-6637923949224941725</id><published>2010-04-02T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:43:49.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Write away my friend :) The pain will go away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;uhh. okay? Gimme something to write on :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/qayzer"&gt;Nothing&amp;#039;s irrelevant. Ask :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-6637923949224941725?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6637923949224941725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/write-away-my-friend-pain-will-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6637923949224941725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6637923949224941725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/04/write-away-my-friend-pain-will-go-away.html' title='Write away my friend :) The pain will go away..'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-8561257680636345463</id><published>2010-03-31T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:29:27.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I understand, I cannot accept.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bUbWUMSiLJs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/bUbWUMSiLJs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" 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;kenapa bercinta jika kesudahannya﻿ pasrah?&lt;br /&gt;kerna bila dilamun indahnya tidak terkata&lt;br /&gt;tersimpan hasrat tiada siapa yang mengerti&lt;br /&gt;harapan menggunung sampai penghujung dinanti&lt;br /&gt;dipegangkan janji tetap ratu di hati&lt;br /&gt;dengan izin Tuhan kan bersama kapan hari pasti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Three Days online hiatus. &lt;b&gt;Goodbye Internet&lt;/b&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/2453854915231137710-8561257680636345463?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8561257680636345463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-understand-i-cannot-accept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8561257680636345463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8561257680636345463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-understand-i-cannot-accept.html' title='I understand, I cannot accept.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-2429428611714654363</id><published>2010-03-31T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T07:33:35.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Withdrawal.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to go through withdrawal of anything creative for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to collect my thoughts. Fuh. hectic, hectic week. Went from fun to just ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe I'm waiting for something. I can't even blog right now, I'm actually mildly shivering. Don't worry, that just means the withdrawal is sorta working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. Will blog if I found the spirit back~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-2429428611714654363?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2429428611714654363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/withdrawal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2429428611714654363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2429428611714654363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/withdrawal.html' title='Withdrawal.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-1154165755621497233</id><published>2010-03-31T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T04:34:21.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week in my mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well this week, a lot of things happened. Okay, relatively happened I guess. I have to compare this week to all my other holiday weeks, not one of my hectic where-the-heck-are-my-law-notes week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Ricky Martin finally admitted he's gay, and oh man, he's proud of it. Wait, why am I caring again? All I ever listen to was Livin' Da Vida Loca, and that's only because Disney took that song and made it less explicit. Even Donkey sang it! How can you not love that?? Ah well, screw Ricky. Oh crap. I actually can. Anywho, here's the Donkey version of the beloved song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dm4I-Zn_a2Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/Dm4I-Zn_a2Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Well there was that match between Bayern and Manchester United. Walking through the rain to watch the match in some mamak near my uncle's place was well worth it. Not just because Bayern won, but it was truly a great match, wished United would do better though. Posession was too low on their side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I finally closed down &lt;a href="http://boys-who-gossip.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gossip Boys&lt;/a&gt;. Why? Read about it in the blog~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, last Monday I had a nice outing with Najj. Okay, one of our more broke ones but still nice. One of those unplanned meet-ups coz we were supposed to meet the next day but some plans got changed last minute. Went to watch a movie in her territory. Went for some Ikea meatballs, looked for a shirt, Starbucks, the occasional toilet trips, more toilet trips, and just walking mindlessly around The Curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched A Haunting in Connecticut. Would I recommend it? For regular movie goers, I suppose so.. But for horror movie buffs, it deals with just the basic elements of horror... Save your cash for the remake of Nightmare on Elm Street. Looks interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/10/poster_for_the_haunting_also_t.php" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/10/15/haunting-in-connecticut-pos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/10/15/haunting-in-connecticut-pos.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/10/poster_for_the_haunting_also_t.php" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So the day after, I went out again with her. The day before, I was all, is it confirmed that we can't go out tomorrow? her exact words were "Yes, yes confirmed.", so I spent all my money that day, so you can only imagine me being broke on two consecutive dates. haha. its okay Najj, I still love you. Thanks for lunch. I had a good time with Sara and Ikhwan. He reminds me of Khalid, both his face and how he talks about cars. Hmm. Wished it was longer though. It's still weird that I thought your mum was Dalila and the fact that you called your mum and said "Nak jumpa Qayyum tak?". I was all. "WTF."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so I've been surviving on sausages these past few days. I kinda love it, really. They're not ordinary sausages, they're cheese sausages, like the ones mum used to buy and what Ayamazz use. Gahhhhhh. Ayamazz Roti Impit! Only asasi-ans would know what I'm talking about. Ironically, they're the least in percentage of people that visit my humble little blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Humble ke? nevermind. Hmm.. So what else happened this week? Of course not much! It's only Wednesday! haha. Sunday, Monday, Thursday, like it matters to me. I'm on break people. Everyday's just a holiday~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusin' on the freeway&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' kinda breezy&lt;br /&gt;Got the top down, lettin' my hair blow&lt;br /&gt;I dunno where I'm goin'&lt;br /&gt;All I know is when I get there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Eminem. Food for thought. Babaiiii~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-1154165755621497233?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1154165755621497233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/week-in-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1154165755621497233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1154165755621497233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/week-in-my-mind.html' title='A week in my mind.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-4396117207062420816</id><published>2010-03-28T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T05:30:22.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyshia deserves dominos for the other day, no? ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;haha.Nice try, Alyshia. But what kinda friend would you and I be if we expect returns for the sincere things we do for each other? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/qayzer"&gt;Nothing&amp;#039;s irrelevant. Ask :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-4396117207062420816?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4396117207062420816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/alyshia-deserves-dominos-for-other-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4396117207062420816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4396117207062420816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/alyshia-deserves-dominos-for-other-day.html' title='Alyshia deserves dominos for the other day, no? ;)'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3457712443142588740</id><published>2010-03-28T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T05:07:54.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you think of yourself in, let say, 10 years? are you done studying and start working? what say you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;10 years? I'll be around 30 (close to it at least), I'll probably be an overworked lawyer with a few side businesses and slowly building up my political standing. I can't guarantee, but that's what in my mind :) who knows, maybe I'd still be studying, hopefully not repeating~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/qayzer"&gt;Nothing&amp;#039;s irrelevant. Ask :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-3457712443142588740?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3457712443142588740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-you-think-of-yourself-in-let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3457712443142588740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3457712443142588740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-you-think-of-yourself-in-let.html' title='what do you think of yourself in, let say, 10 years? are you done studying and start working? what say you?'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-1394445527899112276</id><published>2010-03-28T04:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T04:24:58.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who's your best friend in uitm ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Hmm. This is a tough one. But since you said 'best', I have to choose. Let's see. A combination of everyone. Everyone enriched me in a way that they complement each other. Sorry, I really can't just choose one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/qayzer"&gt;Nothing&amp;#039;s irrelevant. Ask :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-1394445527899112276?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1394445527899112276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-your-best-friend-in-uitm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1394445527899112276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1394445527899112276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/who-your-best-friend-in-uitm.html' title='who&amp;#39;s your best friend in uitm ?'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3254002984256955536</id><published>2010-03-27T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:17:32.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Review of the Trotters vs. the Red Devils~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.englandfootballonline.com/images/Clubs/BoltonWanderersNew.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.englandfootballonline.com/images/Clubs/BoltonWanderersNew.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topnews.in/sports/files/Manchester_United.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://www.topnews.in/sports/files/Manchester_United.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the shots that were on target on Bolton's side in the first half of the match tonight, you'd be surprised if they were no goal conceded by the Trotters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, take note that Rooney is given a total rest for an optimum condition in facing a more significant foe next week. For Bolton, Matthew Taylor was only given a taste of the game halfway into the second half. The burden of goal was largely under Elmander and Wilshere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United went on to win by four goals. three of which were executed on the second half of the game. Now, regardless of the fact that I'm a Bolton fan since I was 11, I must give credit to the struggle Bolton put up in the first half of the game. Possession was good and there was plenty of opportunity, even the goal was a gift from Samuel. If the goal post was owned Man U, that goal would have been superb. Instead, it became a disappointment. Major disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counter attacks were unnaturally abundant but neither team really did anything to capitalise on it. Elmander, though looked more spirited and active in the danger zone of United, failed to really use that spirit to spearhead Bolton into a lead, or at least a draw in the first half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, I think Bolton missed a lot of chances because they were afraid to move. they rely so much on anticipation and the Red Devils are quite known to play against predictability. So good in fact, I was still optimistic with Bolton even after the second goal by Berbatov. Then they went on to score two more. One, by blasting in front of the goal post, another, a flick of the foot really. Just a bit on the side. Can't blame Jaaskelainen too much on that, the defenders were too slow to strengthen the lower danger zone. And that's what I meant by too much anticipating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Manchester United seems to just be everywhere every time just baffles me. When I thought a Bolton man had the ball all to himself, there comes one in red. This happened more than once and it's more surprising Coyle did not do anything to counter that. I personally think Matthew Taylor should have joined the game earlier. The attackers were in dire need of a more tactical approach and better precision instead of just bringing the ball forward and hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lost, Bolton stepped down one position in the league table and United went up to the top, with just one point difference with Chelsea. I hope that no more sloppiness will repeat when Bolton faces Aston Villa next week who are definitely will be looking for some consolation after a painful defeat of 7-1 against Chelsea earlier tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-3254002984256955536?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3254002984256955536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/review-ofthe-trotters-vs-red-devils.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3254002984256955536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3254002984256955536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/review-ofthe-trotters-vs-red-devils.html' title='A Review of the Trotters vs. the Red Devils~'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-7278956796949920474</id><published>2010-03-26T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T04:27:25.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An entry for the ages.</title><content type='html'>okay 've been sucking off the life out of my uncle's place for a few days now, starting from the day before I missed my flight. So, Qayyum living in a bachelor's pad, should be doing okay for himself, right? Should be, but no.. Forget about sleeping right, I'm not even eating right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6yZ7jowmuI/AAAAAAAAApY/lYOlKwGJpb4/s1600-h/Qayzer%27s654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6yZ7jowmuI/AAAAAAAAApY/lYOlKwGJpb4/s320/Qayzer%27s654.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;All my bags &lt;b&gt;were&lt;/b&gt; packed, I &lt;b&gt;was&lt;/b&gt; ready to go~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just stuck to two screens which are the TV and my laptop named Sephia, maybe just occasionally go out then regret afterwards coz I spent a lot on my money. It's just something about this place. I just spend money. Hmm. Maybe it's all the fast food restaurants. Ah well. At least it's good food~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me weird you out with some facts on my uncle's so-called bachelor pad. It boasts a wide screen Sharp Aquous, a Wii, Astro Byond, a surround stereo speaker system. Basically I have it all to myself coz my uncle spends most of his time in his room, where his I don't know how many inches of Apple iMac is sitting there, along with air-conditioning and a few gadgets I could only hope to afford (Like his 120GB ipod classic, 16GB ipod nano 5th Gen and all other things). He also has his SLR and Lomography camera somewhere inside there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6yTwamcxII/AAAAAAAAApM/Fhe1lkIHzqo/s1600-h/qayzer%27s650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6yTwamcxII/AAAAAAAAApM/Fhe1lkIHzqo/s320/qayzer%27s650.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;His wide-ass Apple iMac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6yUGqNfZsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/5IbEhrX32VI/s1600-h/qayzer%27s651.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6yUGqNfZsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/5IbEhrX32VI/s320/qayzer%27s651.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;These are just stuff&lt;b&gt; under&lt;/b&gt; his bed okay~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy he has a lot of tech-mags. One of the few things I enjoy doing here, but it gets repetetive.So I seek sanctuary in television. TV is good. TV doesn't judge me when I stare at it too much. I think I'm gonna use and use the misuse the Wii soon, I mean, I'm already draining the PSP on a daily basis so why not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6yW_j7F91I/AAAAAAAAApU/vkm-0gJbehQ/s1600-h/Qayzer%27s653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6yW_j7F91I/AAAAAAAAApU/vkm-0gJbehQ/s320/Qayzer%27s653.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;that's what I've been staring at for the past few days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;well one thing that's not so fun about this place is that the kitchen is just a storage place for pans and woks and other eating materials but &lt;b&gt;no food&lt;/b&gt;! There's like pieces of chocolates, slices of cheese, sparkling juices, frozen roti canai and half-eaten pickles in the fridge. My uncle eats out a lot and it's impossible for me to ask him to bungkus for me -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm on my own, on my own...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;ohhhh, p/s: anybody ada extra lives please give it yeah~ I need one. hahahaha. lame self-defeating joke. But I'm happy laughing :)&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/2453854915231137710-7278956796949920474?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7278956796949920474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/entry-for-ages.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7278956796949920474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7278956796949920474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/entry-for-ages.html' title='An entry for the ages.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6yZ7jowmuI/AAAAAAAAApY/lYOlKwGJpb4/s72-c/Qayzer%27s654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-2459421684922515891</id><published>2010-03-26T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T03:17:41.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An OLD OLD post I figured thats too unworthy to be published~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's harder than SPM? &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;after SPM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not kidding. Seriously, these past few days have been stress for me! Why? I'm not sure really. Maybe it's because now I have to make my own choices.. I never had that chance with my education before. Everything from kindergarten up until my science stream in high school was 100% chosen for me. Let's hope I don't screw this up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more "I was forced to study this, study that", no more "That wasn't my thing.", no more "I hated that subject"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, here's my list of probable fields of studies I'm seriously considering in venturing. And it's ranked, one being the most preferable and the after which are less preferable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psychology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psychology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psychology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diplomacy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social Behaviour (I think this qualify in psychology too)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creative Media&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mass Communication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, given that I live in this unappreciative land, almost all of the above is irrelevant to, well, pretty much anything. But heck, I don't wanna drip my sweat anywhere but home so I shall study somewhere nice and bring back the fruit of my labour for the people to all benefit. (Yeah, beneath all this cynicism, I'm a people person I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, that's one of the problem. Well in csre you're wondering why the fascination towards psychology, that's the closest I can get to reading people's mind and tricking them into doing what you want. I just need that skill for my (hopefully) ever-growing business in the future. Here's my logic, if you study marketing, marketing restricted to a certain place. Its the art of selling stuff in a certain niche or group.. But if you study people, people behave the same way everywhere. Business can adapt to that, perhaps. I hate accounts. I'll hire a third-party accountant I can trust. hahaha. Thought you got me there huh? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is not for me. You don't wanna see papers with the headline "Psycho over-stressed teacher stalked and sorta murdered students". But hey, anything can happen in the future, right? Can I get a hell yeah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Qay, Psychology??! do you really wanna go through science again?? after what it's done to you?!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Oh its worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no interest in being a shrink, mind you. It's for society's sake. hahaha. (Refer to imaginary dialogue below)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Okay, what's your problem now? watch too tight? public toilets too expensive? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I think the person who I thought was my soul mate is leaving me.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Look at the bright side-lah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I can't see the bright side in all of this.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Huh? what? no no no.. Look there! at that bright side. its really bright isn't it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;".........."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in all seriousness,Okay. there's no seriousness here. haha. Whatever you plan sometimes just don't work out. Look at me, I'm a law student..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-2459421684922515891?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2459421684922515891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-old-post-i-figured-thats-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2459421684922515891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2459421684922515891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-old-post-i-figured-thats-too.html' title='An OLD OLD post I figured thats too unworthy to be published~'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-5765355318430365294</id><published>2010-03-26T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T03:06:51.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know, like the time when...</title><content type='html'>I found something on the Net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6hytiSSZtI/AAAAAAAAAo8/PGydtaWtMzQ/s1600-h/bt-finderskeepers-gallery-2390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6hytiSSZtI/AAAAAAAAAo8/PGydtaWtMzQ/s320/bt-finderskeepers-gallery-2390.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hahaha. White supremacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's get to serious business now. As you all know, I just finished my Law Foundation year at UiTM Shah Alam. Yes, I have turned from a slacker student to a mere slacker. That's saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all the misfits and thrown fits, the laughs and the stabs-in-the-backs, to say the least it was a memorable experience. A lot learnt, a lot lost. Mental state thwarted, emotional state shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! Oh! It's time for Qay's You Know, Like The Time When.. Segment &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, like the time when they celebrated my birthday violently?? Whoa. Now that was crazy. Fourth floor mayhem. Sorry Pi'e for getting you in trouble for that. You didn't even do anything. all the egg throwing and flour sprinkling, it was a blast! (for them at least) my body is still in trauma of being thrown round half-hollow objects. But it was good fun, we watched a questionable movie afterwards and ate KFC all night long. Weirdly, it was courtesy of me. (No, not the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6h3z19jmlI/AAAAAAAAApA/Tvo2AgL8_Dw/s1600-h/5600_1141662715122_1634070062_343391_2457616_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6h3z19jmlI/AAAAAAAAApA/Tvo2AgL8_Dw/s320/5600_1141662715122_1634070062_343391_2457616_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you know, like the time when I performed at the Grand Dinner? Okay, when I read that back, it sounded like a big deal. haha. It's nothing much really, but it was fun nonetheless~ Everything from the audition to the final execution was fun. But it's not without it's conflicts. But whatever it is, we're all friends now. 30 minutes before the audition: "So what am I singing again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6h73k_QyKI/AAAAAAAAApE/zYH1mJX1yEI/s1600-h/use%20somebody.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6h73k_QyKI/AAAAAAAAApE/zYH1mJX1yEI/s320/use%20somebody.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you know, like the time when we went all around Shah Alam on the last night we were there?? Uptown, Barra, The Chancellory, the Dataran, the Lake.. You know, the usuals. We even planned to go on top of the Mechanical Engineering Faculty roof and just enjoy the night's (dawn) sky. Hey I actually learned how to ride a motorcycle there. thanks Izzat! Better put 'get a motorcycle license' for the holidays~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6iDGULpWvI/AAAAAAAAApI/1M4uerc09C0/s1600-h/qayzer%27s630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6iDGULpWvI/AAAAAAAAApI/1M4uerc09C0/s320/qayzer%27s630.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ohh well actually this post is not finished yet but I lost my line of thought and I figured that I'd just let this post die in my crowd of unfinished posts.. But some people would wanna read it so I figured, why not :) hope you enjoy reading, see y'all soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-5765355318430365294?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5765355318430365294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-like-time-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5765355318430365294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5765355318430365294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-like-time-when.html' title='you know, like the time when...'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S6hytiSSZtI/AAAAAAAAAo8/PGydtaWtMzQ/s72-c/bt-finderskeepers-gallery-2390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-159325710098608330</id><published>2010-03-22T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:59:09.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder again, Lexicorn~</title><content type='html'>Qayyum, I know you open your blog in random places in random times. So this is a reminder to blog about Kenanga, your friends, Cempaka, her, shah alam, Roti Nan Cheese, Cendol Pak Akob, and practically everything that's interesting that went down during your time as a student in UiTM's Law foundation, which is now over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do it quick, people read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in the mean time, feel free to exploit my formspring on your right to ask me questions, no matter how irrelevant they might be~ &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hey, I'm on a three months break, what &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; relevant anyway? :p &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/2453854915231137710-159325710098608330?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/159325710098608330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/reminder-again-lexicorn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/159325710098608330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/159325710098608330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/reminder-again-lexicorn.html' title='Reminder again, Lexicorn~'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-777057265253501270</id><published>2010-03-15T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:39:14.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found it!</title><content type='html'>I have found an unexpected push to continue with things once I almost gave up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Rejuvenation! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long I've waited for certain people to change and now I realise, the attitude that needs changing is mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push Qayyum, Push! If you want something go get it! Don't hang on to the uncertainty of waiting for other people to give it to you. They might not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-777057265253501270?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/777057265253501270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/found-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/777057265253501270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/777057265253501270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/found-it.html' title='Found it!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-7473123814070686218</id><published>2010-03-13T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:59:43.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hall so cold, a paper so hot.</title><content type='html'>Ever been in an exam hall with your hands all shaky until you really have to control your pen or it'll look like a seismograph result? No, I'm not talking about nervousness. It was just the plain freezing atmosphere of an exam hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today was my first final Asasi examination paper. MTC039, also dreadfully know as Introduction to Social Psychology to most of my course mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love the class, even after the confrontation with the lecturer because I expressed my views a bit too excessively. (When have I not, really?) But I can't figure out what we were studying exactly in the classes, there's much backwash discussion and much of the tutorials are spent on our role play. It makes for an interesting class, but I'm not sure what to answer in exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's exactly what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at the Bilik Bacaan at around 4 or 5, not because I studied or anything, it's insomnia. Which is weird really. I was tired but my eyelids won't meet. I was woken up three times by three different people then finally decided to stand up when Jubili went all "Qay! It's 7:30!" Yep. We were supposed to be at the exam hall at 8. Luckily, I'm a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dressed pretty nicely, but not as nice as Que who wore a suit. I'm like. whoah. Well at least I tucked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrived at the exam hall around 8:15. And here's the view from where I was sitting and waiting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S5e2RCrffcI/AAAAAAAAAow/eDjze2idhQ0/s1600-h/qayzer%27s570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S5e2RCrffcI/AAAAAAAAAow/eDjze2idhQ0/s320/qayzer%27s570.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, directly depan pintu, penyambut tetamu style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well some of the guys are being all "SOCIAL PSYCHOLOGY IS THE STUDY OF BLAH BLAH BLAH" outside.. They didn't sleep the whole night and still need to revise loudly outside. I was getting worried for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S5e79WBvG_I/AAAAAAAAAo0/ro8aDjcDQBk/s1600-h/qayzer%27s573.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S5e79WBvG_I/AAAAAAAAAo0/ro8aDjcDQBk/s320/qayzer%27s573.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S5e79mjZH-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/0kxvISpuw60/s1600-h/qayzer%27s572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S5e79mjZH-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/0kxvISpuw60/s320/qayzer%27s572.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The paper wasn't that bad. At least not as bad as expected. A few blind shots were fired on the objective paper, played against my odds a lot of times in the true/false section and for the essay questions..... Let's just say that if I aim for an A+, I have an extraordinary sense of humour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But you know, people say I'm pretty funny :) hahahaha. Okay maybe not in this sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Haih. Well, I'll see you people later. I have exams on sunday. YES, A LAW PAPER ON A FREAKIN' SUNDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*Curse mode: &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Gah! No use, no use! Must be good towards Law II paper. Puan Atifah has been an awesome lecturer~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*Curse mode: &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Study mode: &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;eyh. its 5pm. on second thought...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*Futsal mode: &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Everything else:&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; OFF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;babai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This is the part where you click the comments section and wish me luck. Pray for me and let's all hope that this Sunday's exam hall will not be as effing cold as Wednesday's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-7473123814070686218?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7473123814070686218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-today-was-my-first-final-asasi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7473123814070686218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7473123814070686218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-today-was-my-first-final-asasi.html' title='A hall so cold, a paper so hot.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S5e2RCrffcI/AAAAAAAAAow/eDjze2idhQ0/s72-c/qayzer%27s570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-236903750170099537</id><published>2010-03-09T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T10:31:42.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could be a star athlete in any sport, which sport would you pick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Wrestling for sure. I have it all planned out, right down to my entrance theme :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/qayzer"&gt;Here, there is no question dumb enough to be ignored :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-236903750170099537?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/236903750170099537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-could-be-star-athlete-in-any.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/236903750170099537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/236903750170099537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-you-could-be-star-athlete-in-any.html' title='If you could be a star athlete in any sport, which sport would you pick?'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-7553424037520304638</id><published>2010-03-04T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T03:23:43.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little reminder~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, since I'm really forgetful and I'm sorta constantly on the net, I figured it's best for me to post up some reminders up here. just some things to do or get before I head back to Shah Alam before my examination starts :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Stationery! I left one of my pen caps off on the flight back to KK. So yes, it kinda burst and ruined all my other pens! I forgot the basic principles of differential air pressure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Better get some kuih cincin for the guys. Get more this time. When I got back last semester, They were going all "Eh penghulu! kuih cincin ade lagi tak?" which is usually followed by a response of "ngko yang amek last, nak pure2 sopan lagi tanye.."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;STUDY! No more excuse of "I don't know the schedule! I can't study under these ambigous conditions" or "OMG &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dilbert_%28TV_series%29"&gt;Dilbert&lt;/a&gt; is back on TV!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Download music to accompany me during the exam week.Very important. I can't just go on being under pressure without good music. Which reminds me, I gotta lay off Bieber for now man. Make way for Chopin! or at least Oasis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eat! Fatten up! The first thing EVERYONE said was that I've lost a lot of weight! (really, everyone. My grandma, my uncles, my cousins, aunts, my parents especially. If my cat could talk, he'd say the same.) the only person who said "Eh Qay, naik sudah badan.." was Faiz. and he's been in Johor since a year ago perhaps? Ah well, Tonight is gulai ketam night anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Exploit the TV. I miss TV!! Nothing like a good midnight channel-flippin' with nescafe (+ extra sugar) and some cookies for dipping... exploitation status: so far, so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And lastly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Find a freakin' monkey! -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anybody knows a good monkey shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;*Looks back at post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Differential air pressure?! WHAT? I said that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Lay off the physics Qay. You're a law man now~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-7553424037520304638?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7553424037520304638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-reminder.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7553424037520304638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7553424037520304638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-reminder.html' title='A little reminder~'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-6770494088894324874</id><published>2010-02-24T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:10:32.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging at 2:20am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what am I doing here really? I guess I'm just succumbing to peer pressure. People asked me to update. Well it's nice to know you're cared, I guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cleaned up my room last week, then Tiak came with his usual stack of clothes and of course, he brought his mess with him. I don't understand how I can clean my room with every possible detail checked, then it becomes this whirlwind-torn third world room after two days. *Very tempted to post a picture*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4VvVF9og1I/AAAAAAAAAnw/tRuUni7nQVs/s1600-h/qayzer%27s356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4VvVF9og1I/AAAAAAAAAnw/tRuUni7nQVs/s320/qayzer%27s356.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;*Temptation satisfied*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now if you live in Kenanga 5, particularly on the third floor, on my side of the corridor, you'd probably use my laptop a lot. sometimes it's nice to have company, really. But it gets &lt;i&gt;really dumb&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; when you have to use  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;my &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;laptop with another laptop. Pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4VxXa_c02I/AAAAAAAAAn0/losbVOrqL3A/s1600-h/qayzer%27s363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4VxXa_c02I/AAAAAAAAAn0/losbVOrqL3A/s320/qayzer%27s363.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;If you've heard of guilt trips, well, this is a geek trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see la Tiak, later I delete your playlists and updates in my iTunes, padan muka. hahaha. *evilness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, class is a bit slow on these last few weeks. Quite disappointing. I was expecting fireworks. It's our final week really. and next stop is the study leave. (I'll be back in KK!) Then, of course, finals! Okay, if that exclamation mark made you feel I'm looking forward to it, then you seriously have to reread the book on sarcasm. one picture that could sum up our final study week here would be this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4VzEIsa1-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/16GjLi6GTvo/s1600-h/qayzer%27s348.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4VzEIsa1-I/AAAAAAAAAn4/16GjLi6GTvo/s320/qayzer%27s348.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really. I just wanted to show off that picture coz I looked a bit decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot to miss really. From the sunshine glow of Madam Carol, to the stern conduct of Puan Nazidah, or the laughter of Puan Atifah. There's a lot to be missed.. But then, now there's a lot to be looked forward to, indeed. Your past shouldn't be the anchor that holds you down. I'd like to believe that they're the wind that keeps your sail open and lets you go further and further :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some actual pics from actual classroom endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4Vz4aEWu0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/zlW0e6bisfM/s1600-h/qayzer%27s349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4Vz4aEWu0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/zlW0e6bisfM/s320/qayzer%27s349.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V0JM3Y18I/AAAAAAAAAoA/aawxjKqbrzY/s1600-h/qayzer%27s351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V0JM3Y18I/AAAAAAAAAoA/aawxjKqbrzY/s320/qayzer%27s351.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Just some of the few people who are enjoying the symptoms of woohoo-I'm-getting-out-of-this-place-soon syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V0uKJz2SI/AAAAAAAAAoE/vs2tyyYtrFM/s1600-h/qayzer%27s350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V0uKJz2SI/AAAAAAAAAoE/vs2tyyYtrFM/s320/qayzer%27s350.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is our last psychology class. Hmm. Looks normal to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, now it's time for some tak-boleh-blah pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a tiring night, You shouldn't tell your students "Well, okay you can have your ten minutes break.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pernah nampak pokok-pokok di taman layu semuanya sekaligus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V2HDSOk0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/kwoyljzE0HU/s1600-h/qayzer%27s251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V2HDSOk0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/kwoyljzE0HU/s320/qayzer%27s251.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V2aYuYsHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/mivZeoec4ZU/s1600-h/qayzer%27s252.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V2aYuYsHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/mivZeoec4ZU/s320/qayzer%27s252.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yah, we're a bunch of dedicated law people. hahahaha. Penat kot, give us a break la~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well after all that, lets get back to me. My room has become an asylum for refuge-seeking cats and I don't know why. first sm, it was kaliman, then came this pregnant cat, then came this really skinny cat, then this big headed cat, then I don't know, their friends come and go. But recently there are two notable nice looking cats coming around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First, there's..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V55Z98YeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2US-JMrIWKs/s1600-h/qayzer%27s282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V55Z98YeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2US-JMrIWKs/s320/qayzer%27s282.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;He checks out my shoes a lot. So I named him Shoey. But every time I call him, he'll be looking at me with a blur face. I think he's thinking "Shoey? Nak halau aku ke?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then there's this fluffy cat I like to hug so much! I call him Tabbie. Really, fluffyy!! :D very comel. I don't mind him sticking around. very manja too. he left his fur all over my black Adidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V6g7PCM2I/AAAAAAAAAoU/0-i9CNG2-bk/s1600-h/qayzer%27s358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V6g7PCM2I/AAAAAAAAAoU/0-i9CNG2-bk/s320/qayzer%27s358.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V6g4wi5CI/AAAAAAAAAoY/D1fBXl1A5g4/s1600-h/qayzer%27s359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V6g4wi5CI/AAAAAAAAAoY/D1fBXl1A5g4/s320/qayzer%27s359.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V6hC_OFQI/AAAAAAAAAoc/-UYimML3ops/s1600-h/qayzer%27s365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V6hC_OFQI/AAAAAAAAAoc/-UYimML3ops/s320/qayzer%27s365.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V6hYMROmI/AAAAAAAAAok/-v_CQPJEnpE/s1600-h/qayzer%27s379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V6hYMROmI/AAAAAAAAAok/-v_CQPJEnpE/s320/qayzer%27s379.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hehehehe. Oh the cuteness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But all in all, in a bigger scope, there's one cuter :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V7aSqP4HI/AAAAAAAAAoo/aHQn4YCT-Yk/s1600-h/qayzer%27s339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4V7aSqP4HI/AAAAAAAAAoo/aHQn4YCT-Yk/s320/qayzer%27s339.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who disagrees can disagree in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Have a good study leave everyone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-6770494088894324874?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6770494088894324874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogging-at-220am-okay-what-am-i-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6770494088894324874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6770494088894324874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogging-at-220am-okay-what-am-i-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S4VvVF9og1I/AAAAAAAAAnw/tRuUni7nQVs/s72-c/qayzer%27s356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-7237288270527401452</id><published>2010-02-13T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:20:57.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The vanilla trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I'm currently bored in the bus, trying out blogging using my e72.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Jubili is asleep, poor guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lets see what happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We walked out of my hostel to section 2, ate some nasi campur with a huge vege, an overcooked fish and a cute looking watermelon. Well, I ate, Jubili watched. He had lunch prior to me asking him to accompany me to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then we took the U80 to Central Market. We thought the One Utama bus picks up people there. No.. They changed the route so KL Central was the place to go to. Grrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;"So, we have to walk to Central?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;"Oh yes, but don't worry, it's just a short, straight road."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Hahahaha. Yeah right it was. It was one and a half kilometres away. We went through old KL Central, through a road where all the trees were either dead or dying, through a small suspicious-looking tunnel and got lost (finally) so we just decided to follow this Indian guy from afar. Never thought that would work.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;So yes, central station. No waiting of the bus really. It was just there. I knew it was too good to be true! We were around Uptwon where the U82 broke down! A RapidKL bus, breaking down. very inappropriate timing. I think the driver had a hard time shifting gears. hurm.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;"Jub, wake up. The bus broke down."&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;So we walked, again. We passed some shops and found a familiar petrol station. Familiar to me at least, this was Jub's first time going to One Utama. So we walked and walked until Jub realised (with the help of his Google Maps) that we're heading to Tropicana City.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;"Are we heading to Tropicana City? That's the exact opposite of where we're suppose to be going!"&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;The thing about exact opposites is that if you caught yourself being in one, just do the exact opposite lah. So we did a reverse journey. Walked, and walked, through a neighbourhood of tamed dogs and SMKDU. then we saw the most happiest thing today. That big ass OU clock with the thermometer! *Ques choir girls saying "aaaaaahhhhhhh" with a bright spotlight atop both of us*&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;So yeah, it doesn't take a genius to figure out the first thing we both did was enter the toilet. Refreshing. What was retarded about the journey is that a lot of the shops were closed!! Gong Xi Fa Cai Shop Closing Syndrome (GXFC-SoCloES) I call it.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I don't know, It took me and Jubs about 20 minutes to find a nice shirt? yeah. Around that time. So with that, we headed off. So we walked to the bus hub. I got frustrated about 15 minutes in. Then, Jubs prayed for a bus and he got two! deih.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;When we reached KL, it was raining. grr. we need to cross the road again to get to the U80 bus.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;"Hey this is the famous KL acid rains! You can't make stuff with plastic here. its all gotta be glass or it'll corrode."&lt;br /&gt;"Amazing." &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to make it short, we fought the rain, lost, then stayed under the rain to wait for the bus. Thank Gawd we had good seats in the bus. Fuuh.. tiredness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;All of that just because I wanted to buy a black button up shirt for the dinner this coming saturday. Oh, and to meet her! :D Fuh. Very worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I still smell like vanilla :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&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/2453854915231137710-7237288270527401452?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7237288270527401452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/vanilla-trip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7237288270527401452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7237288270527401452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/vanilla-trip.html' title='The vanilla trip.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-2023248816733764879</id><published>2010-02-12T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:40:09.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone say goodbye to the banner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WNPo08KkI/AAAAAAAAAnA/57TObLkF0TI/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to visit my blog after so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction was "Damn I really have to change my blog banner!" (yeah, the collages of people that used to be up above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed since I creation of that banner. Some of the people gained significance, some just lost it completely, for some title even got changed to plain hatred.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Better neutral than hated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But before I change anything, I think it's only fair for me to introduce them to the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far left-hand side, there's Debbie. Debra Allison Beaty. I remember that picture quite well actually, taken three days before New Year's 2009. At Sutera's beach. We just played with the sand a lot until she decided to splash me with sea water. I came with a pair of extra pants, and I wasn't the only one who got wet. hehe. The Starbucks afterward was nice, her treat of course :D Debs Debs. We broke a lot of rules about friendship. I can't think of anyone better to be my partner in crime, I salute you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WJMnoed5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/7RCFNpTtio4/s1600-h/debs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WJMnoed5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/7RCFNpTtio4/s320/debs.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, there's Faiz. Hmm. What can I say really. I've been through a lot of 'adventures' with this guy. We've won and lost competitions together (I still keep the half 'Juara kategori duet' trophy from LS's Bakat Interact). I even went to school to get my SPM results with him and he's one of the people who &lt;b&gt;survived&lt;/b&gt; as my passenger during my pre-license days.&amp;nbsp; I go to tuition with him we stalked my ex a lot after tuition. hahaha. Fun.We've known each other since form 2 but discovered we were both kinda related when we were form 4. Now he's on the way (InsyaAllah) to become a pilot. Hmm. I should go visit him in Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WJx6xKvhI/AAAAAAAAAm0/e1oFEOrEX9g/s1600-h/DSC06535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WJx6xKvhI/AAAAAAAAAm0/e1oFEOrEX9g/s320/DSC06535.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh! The picture of the girl eating chicken wings. That's Nana. By just looking at that picture you can see that's she's the bubbly type. She's quite intelligent but doesn't know it. Oh, that's a picture from Carmelia's birthday. We were the only two non-Chinese there. hehe. I never missed any of Nana's Hari Raya open houses since I first came. Perhaps coz of the cooking. Superb. Ergh. Not a good time to drool over food. Will be looking forward to this year's Raya Nana! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WRyS9N4pI/AAAAAAAAAnU/bDf2cMJXiIE/s1600-h/me%20nana%20surya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WRyS9N4pI/AAAAAAAAAnU/bDf2cMJXiIE/s320/me%20nana%20surya.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below the picture of Nana is part of my school's drama team. Last year, they got 2nd placing for nationals. In that picture, we were on the way to get second place for the state competition. We had fun, I wished I still have the recording of everyone singing I'm Yours in the bus. I designed that year's team shirt! not what they're wearing, but the casual one. Here's a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WLwCiAq4I/AAAAAAAAAm4/_vVHc13R-cQ/s1600-h/dramatits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WLwCiAq4I/AAAAAAAAAm4/_vVHc13R-cQ/s320/dramatits.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WMyUELB9I/AAAAAAAAAm8/h-8SWLPdQ7c/s1600-h/DSC07531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WMyUELB9I/AAAAAAAAAm8/h-8SWLPdQ7c/s320/DSC07531.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, moving on, the four guys, I can't even remember their names. But the picture means a lot. It was during the time I was called for the TM scholarship selection. It was a three day camp,a camp where we did a lot of talking, like really. A lot of talking. We shared views on the world, ghost stories, and how people conceal farts. haha. Imagine my life if I took the scholarship to study in MMU as a Creative Multimedia student. hmm.. That's quite the first time I was academically recognised in anything.. Kinda miss that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WOMw9CeaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/sfqRx_O8LRc/s1600-h/DSC00459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WOMw9CeaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/sfqRx_O8LRc/s320/DSC00459.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WMyUELB9I/AAAAAAAAAm8/h-8SWLPdQ7c/s1600-h/DSC07531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha. Jasper!! I never fail to act as a complete idiot when I'm with him. He can do whale sounds! awesome. One of my seniors and a good bowling mate. that picture was taken on IU Day 200..8? 2008, Yes. the year Kung-Fu Panda came out. I threw away my cameraman duty to watch that! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WOyrQT0WI/AAAAAAAAAnM/UxZI1oVagYw/s1600-h/DSC07017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WOyrQT0WI/AAAAAAAAAnM/UxZI1oVagYw/s320/DSC07017.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And below that, the brotherhood! Oh what &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; I do with these bunch of loose screws?? I'm the odd one out in that picture, I don't even go to the same school as them. Ghost-hunting, Road-trips, Barbeques, Wreaking havoc at the state library, Being total jackasses, Late-nights, Party-crashing, Rubix cube competitions, running away from authority, impersonating authority, picking utterly dumb unnessecary fights.. awh. They always had my back, even when what they plan to do behind that is illegal. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WQczYfW3I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AaMmP4ofMkU/s1600-h/DSC08326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WQczYfW3I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AaMmP4ofMkU/s320/DSC08326.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to that, Surya! We started off as enemies! haha. Really. she wanted to stab me in MSN chats. She's one of the most hardworking and selfless person I know, even when she doesn't have to be. She's taking ADP now in Taylors' Subang, working part time in Starbucks there. 30% off baby! haha. I think she would be the first to know if there's any worthy updates of me. Taglines: "Turd! what did you do?!" and "Do you need money?" hahahaha xD Her friendship status could match Faiz's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WTwR92U4I/AAAAAAAAAnY/0CTacepnDQo/s1600-h/shar%27sopenhouse.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WTwR92U4I/AAAAAAAAAnY/0CTacepnDQo/s320/shar%27sopenhouse.JPG" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the picture with Bunkface is pure decoration I guess. hehe. It was from Youth 09, the time where I did my solo all-around KL trip.. Met Komplot, Bunface, Yuna, and brought me a more broader sense of appreciation to local talents. the picture next to it is a picture from Menara TM, after the scholarship selection camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WUpTMBzFI/AAAAAAAAAnc/gp1gBQfy8tk/s1600-h/DSC09174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WUpTMBzFI/AAAAAAAAAnc/gp1gBQfy8tk/s320/DSC09174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, i can't put it better than Yuna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"People come and people go&lt;br /&gt;And people gonna come some more&lt;br /&gt;They pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;But it's alright"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I cherish the ones who came, appreciate the ones who stayed, and for those who leave, I hope they would go to other people who would feel what I feel, hope they're happier :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye banner! Blog's gonna be modified again soon! Bye-byeeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-2023248816733764879?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2023248816733764879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyone-say-goodbye-to-banner.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2023248816733764879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2023248816733764879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyone-say-goodbye-to-banner.html' title='Everyone say goodbye to the banner!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/S3WJMnoed5I/AAAAAAAAAmw/7RCFNpTtio4/s72-c/debs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-4615755312688765728</id><published>2009-12-13T03:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:30:38.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A homework update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;"&gt; I wanted to do some homework. So I took out the tutorial questions, then I opened google. Then I forgot what to search, so I ended up playing Command and Conquer: Kane's Wrath. Much better than homework.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-4615755312688765728?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4615755312688765728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/homework-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4615755312688765728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4615755312688765728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/12/homework-update.html' title='A homework update.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-558724148662134926</id><published>2009-11-03T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:45:59.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filling shoes.</title><content type='html'>I have huge shoes to fill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. sorry Lexicorn. I had to manage Awefullywritten. A LOT of work. but worth every bit of it :) have you visited??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, well, here's the thing. About two weeks ago perhaps, I went to Le Meridien to manage the PA system for a really grand wedding. it was big, they rented the hall and outside the hall! practically the whole third floor la. fuh. so much responsibility transferred from the dad. He never did anything like this and tiba2 went all "bah sabtu ni kau pergi Le Meridien sana, urus PA system", then he went off to watch the Moto GP in Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr. It was a good experience :) fought with the event manager because of some wiring issues! and I was all "Dude! I've been doing this a lot and the hotel always provide us with tape!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its being shoes to fill because it's just ONE of my dad's odd jobs. Well, he got paid RM1200 for one night's work. Imagine that! I didn't ask for a single cent... because I forgot. Oh well, the experience is much much more fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often regard me as a reflection of my dad's. Maybe it's because I sneeze the same way as him. But I don't think I can live up to that image, not now at least. Crazy man. he just doesn't work hard, he works a lot! I'm known for my afternoon sleep-ins and the forming incomplete sentences because I'm just too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr... penat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-558724148662134926?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/558724148662134926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/11/filling-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/558724148662134926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/558724148662134926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/11/filling-shoes.html' title='Filling shoes.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-1592860552028275220</id><published>2009-09-26T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T03:30:00.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WellWritten.</title><content type='html'>People! &lt;b&gt;Attention&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently busy working on my short stories blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;http://awefullywritten.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's just basically a site where I pour my ideas for short stories. You're invited to join too if you have a story you don't want to go to waste :) You can be anonymous if you're too shy.. Just contact me, you know how to do that :D&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;Oh, plus my pseudonym there is Qay (Yeah, I very lazy wanna be anonymous)&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;If you have Facebook, be sure to follow the blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks ;)&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/2453854915231137710-1592860552028275220?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1592860552028275220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/wellwritten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1592860552028275220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1592860552028275220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/wellwritten.html' title='WellWritten.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-926752392862630613</id><published>2009-09-10T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:57:08.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room, meet blog!</title><content type='html'>There's a saying about university life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You either stand up, or get down. You're gonna get bombarded by the people who are brave enough to choose to stand up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And guess where I stand? ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's an &lt;i&gt;ironic &lt;/i&gt;fact, I'm goin to blog about Uitm on the very last day I'm gonna be here before my long break. Hey! At least I'm doing it ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, so far I've lost two things. My sponge and my towel. I don't know whether I should be thankful or just feel wierded out. Most of the time, I leave my room unlocked with my laptop still on, plugged in with my mobile broadband and my external hard drive. What's the worst thing happened so far to my laptop? people help to shut it down and closed it. And people still take my sponge! -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah well. Now let me introduce all of you to K5306 a.k.a Bilik Penghulu a.k.a Conference Room a.k.a smoking room a.k.a Tiak's room. Tiak's my room mate. and yes, Tiak is derived from the malay version of the word armpit, if you had to ask. I wish not to divulge further details. Eeewww.. hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlBbkZW_kI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fXJHc0S1zJc/s1600-h/09082009181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlBbkZW_kI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fXJHc0S1zJc/s320/09082009181.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The GRAND entrance. It's grand I tell you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlC4carmJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/D1MBePwZCPg/s1600-h/09082009182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlC4carmJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/D1MBePwZCPg/s320/09082009182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you turn to your left immediately after entering, you'll find our neatly organised shoes and slippers. And if you look closely, you can see a book on Tiak's bed. Yes, we actually study. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlDlpafDmI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aqmRP2qExug/s1600-h/09082009184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlDlpafDmI/AAAAAAAAAiI/aqmRP2qExug/s320/09082009184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My bed! The kain sarung really comes in handy at times. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlER9r-WjI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/cuVnwY6PUiI/s1600-h/09082009185.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlER9r-WjI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/cuVnwY6PUiI/s320/09082009185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Laptop, books, essentials! Essentials include instant soup, instant drink, and instant happiness! too bad no instant eggs tho. Eggs need&amp;nbsp; about an hour to&lt;i&gt; half &lt;/i&gt;boil. Hey my study table looks pretty nice! View outside? uninteresting. all I see is the other &lt;b&gt;senior boys&lt;/b&gt; dorms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlE6g35HzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/qbKpYAIw2bQ/s1600-h/09082009186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlE6g35HzI/AAAAAAAAAiY/qbKpYAIw2bQ/s320/09082009186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Side view! hey it still looks nice! :D hehe. This is really old actually. now I have eggs, and those maggi are all gone. I think that vitamin C finish dy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Each person has a notice board next to his/her study table. A good concept really. now let's compare my notice board and Tiak's. &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlPM8P5yEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/UKNfP_2NLuE/s1600-h/11092009547_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlPM8P5yEI/AAAAAAAAAjI/UKNfP_2NLuE/s320/11092009547_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlOsWeJ83I/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZLQZNoqm_1k/s1600-h/11092009548_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlOsWeJ83I/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZLQZNoqm_1k/s320/11092009548_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tiak's. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well other than knowing how to study law, I've actually learnt a lot from the people here. Let's recap shall we? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlODD-6-BI/AAAAAAAAAiw/es7whZ4pmCA/s1600-h/15082009283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlODD-6-BI/AAAAAAAAAiw/es7whZ4pmCA/s320/15082009283.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New ways of appreciating friendship!&amp;nbsp; If anyone asks, what was the best part about World Stage 2009, I'd answer Surya :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlS_dhMePI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_4-UlpRR1bM/s1600-h/03092009515.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlS_dhMePI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_4-UlpRR1bM/s320/03092009515.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can play guitar tabs! hehe. Not thinking of seriously playing it though, just something to fill my free time.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlUK5jvjFI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IXa9UZGwFH8/s1600-h/03092009517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlUK5jvjFI/AAAAAAAAAjY/IXa9UZGwFH8/s320/03092009517.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learned how to drive a scooter! Shhh! Don't tell my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlUyOwPjgI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ANbOpmIuLBI/s1600-h/30082009453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlUyOwPjgI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ANbOpmIuLBI/s320/30082009453.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally found CBN! hahahaha. you know ka since kecil I wanted to know where is that school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, let's move on to more serious things. Actually, Life in uni is not that much different from high school in terms of people. It's basically the same people you have in class right now. There's the loud one, creative one, cute one, smart one, etc. With any luck, maybe you'll have quite a variation but ultimately they're all quite the same. So don't stress about that, you had enough practice already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If I can it put into words, it'd be what T.I said. It's not about the mistakes but what you learnt from it. Simply said. Simple truth. Often forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Well I guess this is it for my last post before leaving for KK. See you people during raya in KK! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: blue; color: yellow; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you're reading this, it means you've forgiven me for all the bad things I've done to you and everyone you know regardless whether you think they know me or not.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Smile! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;oh yes, this is tiak:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlZRq9zUVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QJEyBZ2s4no/s1600-h/14082009257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlZRq9zUVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/QJEyBZ2s4no/s320/14082009257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And this is my room after Tiak enters the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlZqeKDGRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ggAr8Hr4bWs/s1600-h/13082009255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlZqeKDGRI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ggAr8Hr4bWs/s320/13082009255.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ah well at least the shoes are organised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&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/2453854915231137710-926752392862630613?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/926752392862630613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/room-meet-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/926752392862630613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/926752392862630613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/room-meet-blog.html' title='Room, meet blog!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SqlBbkZW_kI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fXJHc0S1zJc/s72-c/09082009181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-7258458034947049762</id><published>2009-09-06T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T04:13:06.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMYGOD~</title><content type='html'>I watched The Final Destination yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In freakin 3D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the graphics. but storyline but a little bit ngeh. but just a little bit :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.wildaboutmovies.com/images_7/FinalDestination4.jpg" style="display: block; height: 287px; margin: 0pt auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 203px;" title="" /&gt;You should see how the people die oh! cool graphics.&amp;nbsp; really cool. If you like all those thriller/slasher/macabre kill kill die die stuff, it'll be a treat :) What I don't like about this is that the twist is not really daunting. it's quite the same as the prequels. Of course all of them die in the end. duh! oh! and I watched the Orphan too! This movie is pretty cool. high-end story-telling and the twist at the end is superb! You'll never guess :) And really, something's wrong with Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://image.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/the_orphan_poster.jpg" style="display: block; height: 308px; margin: 0pt auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 207px;" title="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to come home! Wonder how the furniture in the house is now. Last time I went away, they changed my room structure, the furnitures and changed the TV! I heard they changed the cat. I'm here thinking. WHY? what's next? my brothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh. that wouldn't be such a bad idea B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well. I got work to do. Later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-7258458034947049762?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7258458034947049762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/ohmygod.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7258458034947049762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7258458034947049762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/09/ohmygod.html' title='OHMYGOD~'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-5678955937930774865</id><published>2009-08-29T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T04:33:19.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemplating'/><title type='text'>Contemplating.</title><content type='html'>Huh. Life, seems to be pretty empty nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;If yours isn't, then stop rubbing it in my face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am blogging at 8am in the cold morning of Sunday. Nothing much to do though. My computer crashed and the back-ups can't be restored. Now that's just pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my Uitm cyberlife completely. presentations, assignments, tutorials, exercises. All of them. Lucky for me, I just have some Computer Class journal CD and Library Skills assignments to finish up. but no more presentations. fuh. Thank God. It's gonna be hard though doing all that without Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's look on the brighter side! My computer's faster now! (Let's see how long that can tahan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. No more bright side. Its like walking on a dark street with one street light being on, and it's flickering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I got bought a broadband at a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; price :) That's good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="If you can't see this, imagine." src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4kQWzKTrH0/SnwLrxZQ2wI/AAAAAAAABDY/Zmc4DnQcC7s/s400/DSC04168.JPG" style="display: block; height: 230px; margin: 0pt auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 307px;" title="Digi broadband!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're back to the dark street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss eating Kiwi. and that Coca-cola manufactured Kurma juice! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in KK on the 13th! :D send me open house invites. And remember,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66ff99; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just because I'm 18, doesn't mean you can't give me duit raya ;)&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/2453854915231137710-5678955937930774865?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5678955937930774865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/contemplating.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5678955937930774865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5678955937930774865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/contemplating.html' title='Contemplating.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4kQWzKTrH0/SnwLrxZQ2wI/AAAAAAAABDY/Zmc4DnQcC7s/s72-c/DSC04168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3139791303547890261</id><published>2009-08-23T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:55:31.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooooorld Stage!</title><content type='html'>Let's see. I wanna blog about World Stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rmreview.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/KIUR.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://rmreview.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/KIUR.JPG" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God. That's one of the most fun experience I had in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, thank you Sofia for the pass! :D later I belanja u makan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SpGOr7PrmmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/kP97KlT51iU/s1600-h/15082009290.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SpGOr7PrmmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/kP97KlT51iU/s320/15082009290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Surya tidak pandai ambil gambar :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: I skipped two days of ceramah with a threat that states "If you don't come, marks will be deducted from your exam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Screw it. As N.E.R.D put it, "&lt;b&gt;Sooner or later it'll all crashing down&lt;/b&gt;", oh plus it was worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be normal to hear me say-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, I was late for the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I forgot to go to the ATM machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had no transportation to go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just had one meal all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I'll skip all that and get you riiiight to the stage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I got a place riiiight in front of the stage, behind the moshpit but then Surya said it was stuffy and she moved in front of the big screen on the right. I moved from there because I thought the crowd was dead there. then, we moved to the other end. They were annoying kids there. Oh well just my luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first we were treated to the likes of Sabah's very own Estranged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Estranged were awesome! The crowd just didn't give much support as they did for other acts but I can feel the energy radiating off the stage, right up in my face (Or maybe because I stood right next to the huge screen? hmmm) The guitarist had tattoos all over his face and Rich, the vocalist, went really simple with his outfit which is understandable because I could see he sweat a lot with all the screaming and jumping. Anywho, they did me proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not really a big fan of Boys Like Girls after Adam did their rendition of The Great Escape during last year's bakat Interact but they were cool on World Stage. They brought out all their hit songs and almost *ehem ehem* everyone sang along. I need to listen to the radio more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that it was Pixie Lott I think? Gosh she's pretty. On stage, she sounds really like what you hear on TV! awesomeness. I got the chance to snap just one picture with her after the concert because she was with her family (really) and a few security people! Me and Surya were planning on stalking Tyson Ritter but found Pixie Lott instead, pucuk dicita ulam mendatang. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/Sorw2VzGmYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/lRO2NH0tNE8/s1600-h/DSC06251-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/Sorw2VzGmYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/lRO2NH0tNE8/s320/DSC06251-001.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. Hoobastank was AWESOME! A LOT OF ENERGY. Missed them. People in the moshpit went crazy when Hoobastank sang Crawling In The Dark. Gawd I miss that song. Oh! They asked if we wanted to sing along, so yes, duh, we want to sing along. What song? Ghostbusters! haha. "You guys are ridiculous" then they played The Reason. Oh, a song from their new album as well "My Turn", try to listen to it. I was singing along to it eventhough I never heard it before. Was expecting them to perform 'born to lead' but it was alright, they did more than pay their dues. Sorry, no pics of Hoobastank. was too busy screaming Hoobastank I love youuuuuuuuu :D hahaha. gayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Raygun, hmm. they were refreshing really. A new blend of music. Well, they're more like The Who's and The Monkees combined and presented in a more contemporary vibe. Layan! "Just because you can, It doesn't mean you should" ;) They look different from their music videos but it doesn't matter, after World Stage I'm sure their fanbase will go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whythatsdelightful.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/raygun-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://whythatsdelightful.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/raygun-001.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did I forget any acts? Oh yes. All American Rejects! They were better than good. Tyson was wierdly full of energy. Well, it's not wierd for him but still. He looked high with glitter all over his body and he climbed the lighting sets. I think they performed about 5 or 6 songs, Tyson was clearly sweating like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SpGLlKMje2I/AAAAAAAAAho/bm3KS4RV5YE/s1600-h/15082009314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SpGLlKMje2I/AAAAAAAAAho/bm3KS4RV5YE/s320/15082009314.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, it was a damn good experience. I think Hoobastank and AAR stole the show not just because they performed with unprecedented enthusiasm, but I don't know, they just make me happy for being there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So now, you people gotta wish me luck for my next test! :p&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/2453854915231137710-3139791303547890261?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3139791303547890261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/woooooorld-stage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3139791303547890261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3139791303547890261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/08/woooooorld-stage.html' title='Woooooorld Stage!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SpGOr7PrmmI/AAAAAAAAAhw/kP97KlT51iU/s72-c/15082009290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-381086404181473518</id><published>2009-07-30T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:09:16.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question marks'/><title type='text'>The post with a lot of question marks.</title><content type='html'>Something wierd happened today. I ran out of thought. I tried to list down in my head three non-material things that I absolutely love that belongs to me and all I could think of is, one, my name. And the list stops there. Then I tried to list down material things, Wow. Extensive is the word to describe only the preface. My laptop, my hard drive, the contents, my Ipod, my superman long-sleeve shirt, my alarm clock, my money.. Even my iron is in the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happened? have I grown materialistic? Can't be. I've always liked all those material things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. Why am I blogging again? Hmm. That's a thought to ponder.. for another time. Now let's focus on my problem. If you were asked the same question, what would you add? Maybe some of you don't even like your name, maybe you prefer something more exotic or high tech. Well tough luck. Back to the question. What would you add?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends, perhaps? nah. I said stuff that &lt;b&gt;belongs&lt;/b&gt; to you. You don't own your friends. They can come, stay, and go as much as they please. Now think... hmmm.. Family? Okay, you can consider that I guess. But isn't family considered material things? I mean, they're there. You can touch them right? well not the deceased ones. That would just be... awkward. Okay, dead family members can be added to the list. But wait! How can you declare that? You hear "That's my grandma" but rarely "Thats my dead grandma". So the question goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we live in a world where we cannot love our talent so much. Either it's not that great or you're gonna be considered a show off. I mean, what can you consider a talent anyway? Is drawing a talent? If you look at most dictionaries, usually the first definition for talent is a 'special natural ability or aptitude', or something along that line. Special natural ability... special.. special.. how special is drawing? What is special these days? Looked up the dictionary again. special:  of a distinct or particular kind or character. Tons of people draw. architects, engineers, technician, doctors, students, teachers.. So how distinct is are you? unless you have the ability to see into the future, let's scratch talent for a while. But then again, I wouldn't have to tell you that if you could see into the future, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is it gonna be? Oh! Idea! how about your culture? Okay we're getting solid here. We all have our own culture or traditions, right? Well it doesn't belong to us per se. It belongs to our race specifically. But we're a part of our own race.. And so if my logic is right, you belong to a race, your culture belongs to your race, so the culture is... yours? perhaps perhaps. But that raises the question of the second part of the question. Love. do you absolutely love your culture? sure, on the lips it's easy to convey. I'll tell you straight, I like my culture. I can't really say I love it. If I do then I have to practice it a lot, and it's hard to eat spaghetti with just your right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave out one sensitive issue, religion. Do you dare say you own your religion? Thought so. for some of us, we live religion, some only adopt it's teachings into our daily conduct. It's more like you adopting a child. yo don't own the child. If you do, then I guess you're eligible to take his/her life. After all, you do own it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your health? Oh really? Tell me, in the past 24 hours, how many things have you eaten/drank/smoked that does not have any artificial flavouring, colouring, any other chemical substance that could harm you if not now, in the future? How long did you exercise today? Do you know where your food comes from? How healthy is the place you always go to enjoy a meal? Yeah, exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not trying to antagonise anybody's thought here. I'm just posing all these question for one obvious reason, I want answers. (That wasn't so hard to figure out right?) I don't expect a perfect answer, unless you have one. Well do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your reputation, your legacy, your spirit, all of these are the residues precipitated from one important thing. Your name. Refer back to my first paragraph. I don't think a mention now is significant. But hey, just for argument's sake, how good is your reputation? answer if and only if you think you have one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I make sense then my work here is done. I just wanna be alone in this predicament. If I sucekd you in, then welcome to a world with endless question marks :) Have a pleasant stay. Wait, if you think I don't make sense, then you're in that world before I even began. You should be welcoming me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;"We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will."&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/2453854915231137710-381086404181473518?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/381086404181473518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-with-lot-of-question-marks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/381086404181473518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/381086404181473518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-with-lot-of-question-marks.html' title='The post with a lot of question marks.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-932114238539713701</id><published>2009-07-22T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:43:51.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff you don't wanna hear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wo. I browsed through my blog and found out that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've &lt;b&gt;doubled&lt;/b&gt; the amount of followers to my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I did that in &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; followers, I've doubled that number to &lt;b&gt;FOUR&lt;/b&gt;! Take that Kenny Sia! hehehe :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;didn't see the sarcasm? well pretend to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm only blogging because I have zero notification in facebook and TONS of quiz invites. really. I leave my facebook alone for 1 day and I get hundreds of quizzes like How Deep is Your Trachea? or What Will You Get Arrested For? The quizzes are fine really. but when they start to probe stuff like where's the freakiest place I'll have sex, I'd say thanks, but no thanks, I have freakier plans mind you :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University life? Hmm. let's say the drama is more than I bargained for. hehe. I'm done being nice to everyone. If you did something wrong then off you go. Sorry. I got what I wanted already. Now I shall continue living my own life in my own little world like I used to be in :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other than the drama, I guess everything else is just great :] Oh! Wait! Assignments! WTH. I need to finish Law, Computer, and English assignments. Haihh. I'm not complaining much arh. My break starts this Thursday.. a week of freedom before... before....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BTN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jeng jeng jeng jeeeeng! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow; color: purple; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biro tatanegara with Pak Raden!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I seriously don't know why they put "with Pak Raden" at the back of that sentence. It doesn't add much to the commercial value. It's better off saying "Biro Tatanegara... with FREE FOOD!" THEN I'll be like. Ohshyt! I wanna go! I wanna go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well lets move on to lighter things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the first time in my life I've been living outside my own house for more than a month (yeah, sad, for you perhaps) and I have come to terms that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People with mistakenly take your room as their own and take all your keropok and sweets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your syrup, is, well apparently, everyone else's syrup.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So is your iron.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and your stationeries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your books are floating properties. nobody really owns anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you lost something, just check the next room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when they mock you, it means that they somewhat kinda care :]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;hehe. oh reality, never fail me. I love the feeling of brotherhood here. Never truly felt that before. Feels like destiny :) But then again, I still have a lot to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, see you all soon. I gotta go get my sweater. (Guess where it is?? The next room! :p) haha. bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-932114238539713701?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/932114238539713701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuff-you-dont-wanna-hear.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/932114238539713701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/932114238539713701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuff-you-dont-wanna-hear.html' title='Stuff you don&apos;t wanna hear.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-9009777171625939443</id><published>2009-07-03T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:04:48.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm up at 4am because tomorrow's a saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay let's see. Let's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;First of all, to all of you who are not aware, I'm not in Kota Kinabalu. I'm doing law foundation at Uitm Shah Alam. So far? It's been great. But it's wierd, The first few days I was here, I patched up things with one of the people I care about the most. Wow. Funny how life works. Ah well. Let this be the beginning of a new path I'll take in maintaining (or rather, not losing) relationships :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't have Internet here yet so it's hard to blog and stuff but I'll try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gerbanginformasi.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/logo_uitm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91" src="http://gerbanginformasi.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/logo_uitm.jpg" width="200" xj="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, I'm taking the fast track foundation here at Uitm, meaning to say, I just got one year to finish studying what other people need to finish in two years. I NEED TO BE FASTER ABOUT A YEAR! Fuh. As if that's not pressure enough, I'm in the same class with one of the smartest guys I have ever known in my almost 18 years of living! (Note, My birthday's on the 14th of August. Post me presents.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Second pressure: I'm just taking foundation. DO YOU KNOW WHAT ARE THE REQUIREMENTS FOR ME TO ADVANCE TO DEGREE LEVEL?! *deep breaths* Okay, a CGPA of 3.5 minimum, and MUET, band 4. the first time I heard it, I was like. oh okay. three? that's cute. Then I found out the perfect score was four. That's like at least 9As in SPM without Cs or B4s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*Star Wars fight sequence background music*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebratestudios.com/images/productpics/23-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.celebratestudios.com/images/productpics/23-1.jpg" width="132" xj="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, I just love that background music. I'm suppose to be studying hstory right now&amp;nbsp;but here I am blogging. Yeah, I jut love you people. haha. On another story, I thank God for placing me here, I think I wouldn't have it any other way. People here are nice, food here is good, studies here are whole and the atmosphere is awesome. My dorm is sorrounded by greenery! :D Senang bernafas&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I went for a solo trip to Melaka last week. It was fun. Didn't get to experience much of it though, time constraints. I stayed at MMU Melaka, Zubayr's and Syafiq's crib. Wo, that place is awesome. You can play Counter Strike with the WHOLE ENTIRE APARTMENT, from the ground floor to the 18th floor. That my friend, is the beauty of university. Oh, plus, they don't have the number 4 on the elevator. It's 3, then 3A, if 13, its 13A afterwards. haha. Yeah you guessed it, ramai Cina there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Favourite past time here? Reading books. hahahaha. Okay I could only hold that laugh for 2 seconds. Every night, it's "Penghulu! jom main poker!". haha. poker night every night. What's at stake? candy, or, if you're&amp;nbsp;a power gambler,&amp;nbsp;your 3-in-1 drinks.&amp;nbsp;Then we bet who's gonna&amp;nbsp;gonna get a toothache&amp;nbsp;first. Good fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes. we're still &lt;strong&gt;trying&lt;/strong&gt; to get the hang of it. This 'law' thingy. hehe. wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe I'll supply you people with pics of Uitm next time. But for now, I hear the Subuh Azan calling :] So take care, and people, please don't lose contact with me okay :) Leave a comment,a comment on my chatbox on the right or in my facebook ;) I'll be back in KK during Raya, so prepare thy kuih raya! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Off to sleep in the air conditioned Bilik Bacaan! :D&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/2453854915231137710-9009777171625939443?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/9009777171625939443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-up-at-4am-because-tomorrows-saturday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/9009777171625939443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/9009777171625939443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-up-at-4am-because-tomorrows-saturday.html' title='I&apos;m up at 4am because tomorrow&apos;s a saturday.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-5599176275231308862</id><published>2009-05-16T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:25:28.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A post a week before Shah Alam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's been a long time since my last real serious post&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that keep track of my blog layouts, you'd find that my layouts evolve from simple, pre-made, stolid canvas to custom-designed poorly colour coordinated web landscape.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll stop evolving my layouts now, and focus on other stuff. Mainly because I'm gonna be off to UITM Shah Alam on the 23rd. Taking up law definitely. It's been a fun run not knowing what you're gonna do, really. But now time to get serious! (sorta. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm less than a week away from boarding my &lt;b&gt;early morning flight&lt;/b&gt; to KLIA, and I have to wake up early later to meet Surya. wonder how is that gonna go. We're both flat broke and my car doesn't run on spit. Note to surya: You owe me &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; for asking me to wake up so freakin early!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's go back to happier things.&amp;nbsp; Boston Legal is back on TV! But seriously though, you know those shows where in the beginning it says stuff like "parental discretion is advised"? Well you really gotta have all the discretion you can get with this show. As funny, engaging and witty it may be, you gotta understand that some things are just better unsaid. They poke fun at almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/aQqfYVbDJuTY9rDkZXuiID6gJEc0q8Rug7w0DTcukzrAvaMcKxpFIPa46hprXEamknJuzvuI6RkiG8jMDnGWZ*OEid9nXkT7/boston_legal_cast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://api.ning.com/files/aQqfYVbDJuTY9rDkZXuiID6gJEc0q8Rug7w0DTcukzrAvaMcKxpFIPa46hprXEamknJuzvuI6RkiG8jMDnGWZ*OEid9nXkT7/boston_legal_cast.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of the funnier clips from the show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vPBiGtVmir4&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/vPBiGtVmir4&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh. They give me false hope about becoming a lawyer. No way being a lwayer can be that fun! But not everything is laughed at here. One of the few reasons this show interests me is that it makes me realise how bad this world is, and how it's becoming worse. it captivates and moves me in ways I can't imagine a TV show would. here's a sample. If you didn't watch the video above, you gotta at least listen to this speech here. This is actually what made that tipping point critical decision for me to take up law...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TwDAbVqQqv0&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/TwDAbVqQqv0&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. oh well. you people take care when I'm gone! I think I'll keep on updating this blog regularly in Shah Alam, hopefully I have the time to do that. They say my course very demanding one. 2 foundation semesters, IN LAW?! whoa. a year to learn everything I need before getting a degree :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh I'm sleepy. well, I gotta go, Gotta meet Surya later -.-" haha. Good Morning!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-5599176275231308862?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5599176275231308862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-week-before-shah-alam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5599176275231308862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5599176275231308862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-week-before-shah-alam.html' title='A post a week before Shah Alam!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-1673733264619682538</id><published>2009-04-21T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:29:47.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Higher Education here I Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'm applying for Creative Multimedia Foundation in Multimedia University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/Se3mEMP7x-I/AAAAAAAAAf0/oht2c77dXaA/s1600-h/multimedia-university2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/Se3mEMP7x-I/AAAAAAAAAf0/oht2c77dXaA/s320/multimedia-university2.jpg" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/Se3mJy5J9UI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6XaktydaCiw/s1600-h/180px-Multimedia_university_malaysia_mmu_new_pool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/Se3mJy5J9UI/AAAAAAAAAf8/6XaktydaCiw/s320/180px-Multimedia_university_malaysia_mmu_new_pool.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why? Honestly because there's an &lt;b&gt;olympic size swimming pool&lt;/b&gt; there! Really! covered summore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Think of all the work out I'll get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;haha. maybe that's too much of an exaggeration. But really, I guess this is one of the private universities that convinced me enough to even consider going there even when the fee is quite costly. Almost ten thousand bucks for foundation studies. that's a year of study. A degree is a whole other story. Compared to Matriks, which is free, and they actually &lt;b&gt;give you money&lt;/b&gt; every month, that's a lot of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;MyGawd. &lt;i&gt;Why&lt;/i&gt; did I slept when they all were informed about the Matriks application??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;For people who don't know, if you're taking foundation, you probably have a vague vision of what you wanna do in the future. Here's my vague vision. After the foundation, I'll take a degree in Media Innovation (Sounds cool kan??) and at last, open a website-making firm or do some kinda business using the awesomeness of the internet. I've seen the websites the students there make. It's phenomenal! They don't just make websites. They design products even. I saw a booth they designed for DBP. Coolness. Shyt. I wish I could show you people but I forgot to take the soft copy of those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Maybe it's a sign. In Labuan, the chocolates are cheap! And you know what they say, chocolates = fatness. There's a gym at MMU. And Gym = &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Girls working out &lt;/span&gt;A toned body. Haha. Oh how I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;p/s: don't tell my parents I applied okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Off to photocopy my SPM results! Chao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2453854915231137710-1673733264619682538?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1673733264619682538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/04/higher-education-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1673733264619682538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1673733264619682538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/04/higher-education-here-i-come.html' title='Higher Education here I Come!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/Se3mEMP7x-I/AAAAAAAAAf0/oht2c77dXaA/s72-c/multimedia-university2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-8884794412502079862</id><published>2009-04-18T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:23:16.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hrrmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel empty inside :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/2453854915231137710-8884794412502079862?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8884794412502079862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/04/hrrmm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8884794412502079862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8884794412502079862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/04/hrrmm.html' title='hrrmm..'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-6997115206240960242</id><published>2009-04-15T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:02:24.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I am happy.</title><content type='html'>Today I'm happy. Why? I went to a cyber cafe today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. yeah. Life's pretty pathetic if I only got excited because of that. No lah, actually, I really did go to a cyber cafe today, and I saw somebody looking at someone's Facebook profile and he was laughing. He was laughing because of the quiz I made! Have you seen it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jadi kau ingat kau urang Sabah la ni kunun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's the old version, you people should really try the extended version.. hahaha. "Baru kamu tau!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know, its fun seeing some stranger take delight in something you've made.. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Smiles* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-6997115206240960242?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6997115206240960242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-am-happy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6997115206240960242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6997115206240960242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-am-happy.html' title='Today I am happy.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-1778978336804742018</id><published>2009-04-09T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T03:28:59.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beatles' In My Life</title><content type='html'>Here's a song I'd love to share with you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Beatles - In My Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S8nz5clDx4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/S8nz5clDx4g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I thought The Beatles were just some old popular band from the.. 50s? 60s? But I was wrong after I heard this song. I mean, I've heard a lot of their songs but this song really brings out the genius of how they convey music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this song clearly tells about someone who has aged considerably, I could feel the emotions radiated from the song. The melodies are superb, it flows with how you listen to the song. Even the quick guitar riffs didn't bother me much. In fact, that made me smile for some reason. Oh, did I mention the lyrics are cute? &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-1778978336804742018?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1778978336804742018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/04/beatles-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1778978336804742018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1778978336804742018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/04/beatles-in-my-life.html' title='The Beatles&apos; In My Life'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-6066993826025938099</id><published>2009-03-29T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:05:47.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At least I managed to get this post done..</title><content type='html'>Death is inevitable. It's sure is going to happen no matter what. Yet, so few people can handle it unaffected. I've never knew any person personally who wouldn't be unaffected by death, even if that death occurred onto somebody they barely even knew. What if I told you my my hamster died? You'd feel a little bit sorry for me right? maybe some of you wouldn't be, because you probably know I don't have a pet hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reason this came up is because of an interesting concept that we call "at least". It's something to use when you want to make something bad sounds less hurtful. I'm sure you people are familiar with this phenomenon. Hmm.. A few people my age I sorta kinda know passed away last year actually. Maybe that could be another reason this came up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I die tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, at least...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends wouldn't have to listen to my racial slurs and incorrect political comments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teachers wouldn't have to tolerate my hot-hotheadedness and my bad handwriting..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my brothers would get to use the computer more..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; less people would get ripped off of their cash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;less people will get freeloaded by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More ears will be saved from my bad singing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Less people will say "No, that's not red, that's green!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can save the anger and bitterness of some people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The who got number 13 in class would be number 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm.. Makes you think. What if you really answer God's calling soon? What will other people's "At least" be for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least he/she had a good life. Well did you had a good life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; At least he/she died doing what he/she loved doing. Are you stuck doing what other people want you to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hmmm.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-6066993826025938099?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6066993826025938099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-least-i-managed-to-get-this-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6066993826025938099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6066993826025938099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-least-i-managed-to-get-this-post.html' title='At least I managed to get this post done..'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-7510235320162130987</id><published>2009-03-16T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:39:25.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roving around thoughts in my mind..</title><content type='html'>Okay, probably most of you know already my results for SPM. 7As and 4Bs. To break it down even more, 3A1s, 4A2s, 3B3s, 1B4 :] Subjects? hmm. Naaahh. Ask me personally. Would love to hear from you. (insert sarcastic remarks here. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question of "So, what's next", I cannot answer with a straight face (yet) because I have to talk with the parents first. It's their money supporting my education.. But one thing I do know, I need to curb some of my bad habits or at least decrease them before I go into college/local university/abroad so I won't get punched in the face. No more gangs to clean up my dirty work -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.cdn3.inmagine.com/168nwm/ojoimages/ojsi004/pe0058258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://images.cdn3.inmagine.com/168nwm/ojoimages/ojsi004/pe0058258.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are some major complaints thrown to me by numerous people that I can recall on-the-spot. hopefully sometime in the future, I'll look back at this and say "hmmm.. I gotta work on that. After dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Kamu ingat kamu pandai sangat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;- Qay and arrogance go together like caramel and more caramel, provided that you like caramel to begin with. It's not that I don't listen, it's just sometimes people talk stuff that's not worth listening to. But yeah la, I realise, it's better to just listen.&amp;nbsp;practice&amp;nbsp;it or not, I guess that's a different story. I mean I see everyone complain during a football game saying you passing it the wrong way, the defenders are stupid, the referee's blind when in fact the highest most complainers ever went in football is wakil kelas or sekolah only. but funny. they see the WHOLE field back-to-back during a football match. Which means they know what's going on there on that time. Maybe what they say is plausible to be considered. But then again, I didn't really get my 7As by listening to people :p (Ohcrap. I REALLY need to work on this arrogance thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"That's not a very nice thing to say..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;- 'lepas cakap'has not been so much a foe to me until a few weeks back when I offended the wrong person. It's really cause i have a low brain-to-mouth&amp;nbsp;tolerance. If I don't say it when I think it, I can forget about it.&amp;nbsp;I need to find a notebook to write all my insults and just throw them back on someone who's not so sensitive. haha. So troublesome la wanna bring those heavy notebooks and pens.. which brings me to my next problem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"punyalaaa pemalas kau ni Qay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;- Study, malas. carry stuff, malas.. clean the dishes, malas... eat.. hmmm.. I'll get back to you on that one. &amp;nbsp;I think by nature everyone's lazy. but they don't show it as well I do. hahaha. I guess sometimes expressing your true self is not such a good thing.. Oh, maybe this excuse would save me: actually I take time to ponder a bit about things I'm about to do to see how much significance it holds (this is what we call long-term effects) so in the time I take to ponder, that thing &amp;nbsp;just sort of expired. (awesome save!) ;P Hey you can't blame me for being a visionary right? Oh gosh I have an excuse for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Alaa Qay tinggal satu ja ni.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;- Freeloading sucks, when you're with me. there's even a saying about it (courtesy of me of course) 'kalau dihulur, Qayyum menarik. Lepas tu minta lagi. dan lagi. dan lagi' So, the best way to stop me from freeloading is not offer me anything. and I mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything and everything&lt;/span&gt;. I freeload anything from attention to cookies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Abdul Qayyum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;- my name just looks awesome with that font eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. anywho, I guess that's all for now larh. hope this post didn't leave you yawning for less ;) eh, please tell me ah if my yellow coloured fonts bikin sakit mata okay? I'm colourblind, I wouldn't know.. :) sorryyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S Don't you people love that new font?? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;:D&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/2453854915231137710-7510235320162130987?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7510235320162130987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/03/roving-around-thoughts-in-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7510235320162130987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7510235320162130987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/03/roving-around-thoughts-in-my-mind.html' title='Roving around thoughts in my mind..'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-5836481695082677929</id><published>2009-03-07T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T10:44:08.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>announcement!</title><content type='html'>This blog is under &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;SERIOUS RENOVATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back A.S.A.P :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-5836481695082677929?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5836481695082677929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/03/announcement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5836481695082677929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5836481695082677929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/03/announcement.html' title='announcement!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-6833065115670777105</id><published>2009-03-05T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:00:35.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>closure</title><content type='html'>This blog is currently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;CLOSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 32px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"&gt;Due to the absence of my external hard drive where I keep most, if not, all of my digital things, I cannot edit or do practically anything to this blog anymore. My pictures, videos, music, designs are all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, this blog will be re-opened if I recover my hard drive.. If it goes missing forever, I think I'll just re-design my blog lah. freakin troublesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-6833065115670777105?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6833065115670777105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/03/closure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6833065115670777105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6833065115670777105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/03/closure.html' title='closure'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-8823369920060687267</id><published>2009-02-26T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:02:09.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>be alert, I can't be alert alone :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know my blog now is mostly visited by teens (coz i have no friends above 19) and it stresses me out that youths today don't get to know the political situation here in Malaysia. That can lead to&amp;nbsp;misinterpretations and people can really get the wrong ideas about people who run the country. So, here's a little breakdown of your favourite political 'figures' and what's currently going on =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karpal Singh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: He's and ex-lawyer turned politician who wants to sue Sultan Azlan Shah (Perak), still in process but heavily protested. Two live bullets were posted to him (amongst other threats). Keras kepala, probably influenced by the new movie Singh is Kinng. Recently he dubbed Pemuda UMNO as "celaka".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/e4/Singhisking.jpg/414px-Singhisking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/e4/Singhisking.jpg/414px-Singhisking.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Our Prime Minister (Duh.), Going to resign soon in March. Handing over administration to Najib. Or so he says.. Some people bringing forward ideas on changing how we pick our PM next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: She's the ADUN for Bukit Lanjan. The guys probably know all about this. Her nude pics which were apparently took while she was asleep is leaked through the internet. Ex-boyfriend is main suspect and she's pressured into resigning. Case is now toned down. she went on vacation overseas (leave extended) and even the sultan got involved in the resolution but at least, our sultan asked the higher authority of PKR to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chua Soi Lek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: An ex-psychiatrist who was caught literally with his pants down in a hotel room a few while back. He resigned from his posts in the government a short while after the case is leaked. Now he's gonna be on trial for oral sex accusations (coz of the DVDlah obviously) and now he's slowing trying to garner support from Sabahans by appearing on Sabah-operated newspapers. He tries to blame everyone for the wrong decisions he make. Don't we all? Oh! he has a blog too. hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Datuk Seri Ir. Haji&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mohammad Nizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jamaluddin: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Current/former Menteri Besar of Perak. Nobody keeps track. just vacated&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;the official residence for the Menteri Besar at Jalan Raja DiHilir because he was told to by the state secretary. Sultan asked him to step down because BN finally gathered enough people to form Perak's government. He's still defending his right to not resign due to technical flaws in BN's majority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;fuh. banyak drama. hahaha. Even I can't keep up sometimes. Well, that's all for now folks :]&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/2453854915231137710-8823369920060687267?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/8823369920060687267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-alert-i-cant-be-alert-alone-p.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8823369920060687267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/8823369920060687267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-alert-i-cant-be-alert-alone-p.html' title='be alert, I can&apos;t be alert alone :p'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3059254322312376884</id><published>2009-02-24T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T05:55:33.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our deepest fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Deepest Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marianne Williamson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear in that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the World.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing enlightening about shrinking&lt;br /&gt;so that other people won’t feel unsure around you.&lt;br /&gt;We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.&lt;br /&gt;It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we let our own Light shine,&lt;br /&gt;we consciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our own fear,&lt;br /&gt;our presence automatically liberates others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-3059254322312376884?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3059254322312376884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-deepest-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3059254322312376884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3059254322312376884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-deepest-fear.html' title='Our deepest fear'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-7506789238521730116</id><published>2009-02-08T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:35:15.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>extraordinary-ness :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How do you define extraordinary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myathleticguru.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/victory_pose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://myathleticguru.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/victory_pose.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you look at a person and determine whether or not to establish that person is extraordinary or not? Life's not made up of big, memorable splashes, or at least that's the case for me, an ordinary person. My life is quite dictated by&amp;nbsp; the little choices I make here and there every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just think, form 5s will get so worked up about SPM in the early goings of the year and then by the time it's over, some dared to say they miss school and desire to go back. Look at me, more than 2 months of lazing around the house doing nothing. of course, I don't feel those two months coz I wake up every day to a new day, not a new month. Days turn into weeks, eventually turn into months. Now that's not extraordinary, it's not even ordinary. It's lame. My ordinary friends find jobs and get money.. and treat me for lunch. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, enough about me (though I know you'd love to hear more) :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's go back to extraordinary-ness, or to be more grammatically correct, awesomeness. I brought this up because I see my friends day by day, doing ordinary stuff, but in fact, for them to do 'ordinary' stuff, requires them to pull more weight and put in more effort. If that is how they live life day by day, can you still consider those tasks ordinary to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To simplify, take a horse. a horse that's bred for carrying heavy weights. every day that horse pulls about 15 chopped logs. it does its task every day, no complaints. It's well fed and well trained. So 15 logs a day is considered normal for it right since that's the only thing it's been doing since forever? Suddenly, food supplies are halved. No more trainer for the horse. The trainer dies. If this goes on continuosly for 2 months and in that 2 months the horse is still forced to carry 15 logs a day, would that task still be considered normal for the horse? I'ts all the hidden costs, or emotional weight of doing things that makes me see a person from another angle, another view so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W4ylwIYopw/R8KRzniGRcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/40WtCMTIMBs/s1600/laughing-horse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W4ylwIYopw/R8KRzniGRcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/40WtCMTIMBs/s320/laughing-horse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Okay maybe that horse example wasn't as simple as thought) :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope the picture calmed down your brain :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v315/245/54/588413488/n588413488_688188_3282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v315/245/54/588413488/n588413488_688188_3282.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1980/35/34/1435432525/n1435432525_254473_9569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, here's a boy named Ralph. Ralph Lauren Thaddeus. I just know him from school. Small boy, fairly good looking. Goes to school like every other kid, stresses out about exams like every other boy, hangs out, plays games. Sure sure. Everything looks normal. But wait! He stars in Equus: The Play, for 7 stage performances. Went to Korea for a student exchange program last year, joined drama competitions longer than me (bagged some best actor awards along the way) and then some. He still needs to sit for exams and stuff, scored straight As for his PMR. Stayed humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, Ralph could be a typical example of a smartass. How about the less intelligent ones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(hahaha. sorry to make it sound somewhat demeaning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1980/35/34/1435432525/n1435432525_254473_9569.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1980/35/34/1435432525/n1435432525_254473_9569.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Nur Surya somethingsomething :] What's wrong with her? a lot really. hahaha. okay, maybe not that much. Just that she's gay :p I just find somebody who works at Starbucks from 6pm until closing, helped out with the closing (at midnight), still find time to go online until about 4am. Most people would just snooze away to dreamland. Okay, maybe staying up late is not such a big deal for an 18-year-old. This girl actually gave up her CNY money (and a lot of her other money) for her brother(s) with the excuse "If I don't give it to them, they'd ask from dad" Would &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; give up cash to your siblings so they wouldn't ask for some from &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now hear this and guess how would this guy end up in the future.. When he was young, he went to school sometimes with his school shoes in a plastic bag and walked barefoot through jungle tracks with the risk of wild boars chasing him and his siblings on the way (and they did chase him on occasions!), stole fruits from chinese cemeteries, just barely passed SPM, brave enough to venture into a big city with no contacts with high hopes.. In the end, he worked hard and he was presented the oppurtunity to go to USA to study telecommunications, even when he didn't have a degree or anything. In his mid 30s, he risked so much to start a business and Yeeeaaahh.. above all, he turned out to be &lt;b&gt;my dad&lt;/b&gt; :] and I wouldn't want to have it any other way ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SY9K7Zv6SvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/D14R44Fv-Tg/s1600-h/IMAGE_093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SY9K7Zv6SvI/AAAAAAAAAfc/D14R44Fv-Tg/s320/IMAGE_093.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-013.friendster.com/e1/photos/31/04/29504013/1_979966068l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://photos-013.friendster.com/e1/photos/31/04/29504013/1_979966068l.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Dad! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You shall always be an inspiration and loved :]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-7506789238521730116?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7506789238521730116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/02/extraordinary-ness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7506789238521730116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7506789238521730116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/02/extraordinary-ness.html' title='extraordinary-ness :]'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6W4ylwIYopw/R8KRzniGRcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/40WtCMTIMBs/s72-c/laughing-horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-767761093048011502</id><published>2009-02-06T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:37:39.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting unrealistic feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time has it's ways to show you the reason for living :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Today I went to Sutera Harbour's Blue Lagoon for some farewell gathering for my friend, Syafiqah, who's going to Australia to study this Sunday. Lucky her. Eh, wait. I think it's more of lucky me. Why? Free karaoke, free food, drinks, and we went to Jugs to dance. haha. okay la. That doesn't beat going to Australia to study but it's still nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 6:30am, birds are chirping and cockerels are... cocking? well whatever it is they do, it's a beautiful day today. La Salle sports day is today! oh what joy. Their field is filled with puddles of water. I feel a mud-fest coming. I guess my brothers are gonna miss this sports day coz they're not up yet.. Its a Saturday, who could blame them? me? Mum and dad are still sleeping, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually planning on going to the sports day. I mean, I went to convent's (sorta), Seri Insan's (sorta), and Maktab Sabah's (definitely!). Would be awkward if I didn't go to my own school's sports day. But then again, me going there would make so little difference whatsoever. hmmmm. Maybe I'll just sleep in for today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gah. I smell like smoke. Goodbye people :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gtg bath and stuff. Selamat pagi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-767761093048011502?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/767761093048011502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/02/fighting-unrealistic-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/767761093048011502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/767761093048011502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/02/fighting-unrealistic-feelings.html' title='Fighting unrealistic feelings'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-6798853890206181046</id><published>2009-01-26T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:50:45.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never know how much I cared :]</title><content type='html'>Letting go is harsh. It's easy, really. Just forget about someone or something. Our brain is more than capable in doing that particular task. Just shut off everything that could possibly remind you of that person. Easy sounding, right? Just, when your brain wants to do something but if your heart refuses, it ain't gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a translated song (Malay-Indonesian to English)&lt;br /&gt;It has a lot of meaning and just thought I'd share it with you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, yeah, I changed some of the lyrics.. coz I malas write direct translation :] hehehe. But I try to translate it as direct as possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://trendy.rasyid.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/sheila.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://trendy.rasyid.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/sheila.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: black;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pemuja Rahasia / Secret Admirer - Sheila on 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I start my day with a hope that you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be in good health and happy wherever you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before you forget me worse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before you leave me further.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never expect you to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;miss my pathetic presence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want you whenever and wherever you look at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your heart will echo as mine,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the guy that fell for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the guy that will always adore you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm the person who puts flowers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and drop riddles of love on your desk,&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll always be watching you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling your grace from behind your shadows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And please just let me be your admirer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't ever care about my feelings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;calm down my heart's desire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even have the hearts to touch you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll never know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how easy it is to be astonished by you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and maybe you'll never realize,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how easy it is to love you.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll always be the one who admires you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll always be the one who see you from the edge of my eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll always be the one who adores you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'll always be the the one who captivates me&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Only with this feeling of absence without you,&lt;br /&gt;I live my life day by day,&lt;br /&gt;With the footprints you left,&lt;br /&gt;this life bears somewhat meaning,&lt;br /&gt;Til forever I only could be your admirer,&lt;br /&gt;Til forever I'll be missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the original video and song (sangat2 cute!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DFFxa8mt7b8&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/DFFxa8mt7b8&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's the point of all this?? Haha. Well, actually I'm trying to say that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes, being ignored or neglected is better than being hurt :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-6798853890206181046?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6798853890206181046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/01/youll-never-know-how-much-i-cared.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6798853890206181046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6798853890206181046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/01/youll-never-know-how-much-i-cared.html' title='You&apos;ll never know how much I cared :]'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3285377377198920822</id><published>2009-01-15T10:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:13:34.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>support local acts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I made a big fuss about not being inspired to blog but then I realised that this blog is not gonna mean anything to anybody anytime soon.. But it makes me happy to blog, really :] Isn't that simple thing a good enough reason to blog? Being happy is underrated. Come on people. Do whatever that makes you happy :D just make sure its safe k :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and besides, I was actually partly inspired by one incident while I was in Kuala Lumpur, In Mid Valley's MPH Bookstore to be exact.. I was browsing around waiting for my movie to start. I got tired and leaned on a bookshelf and guess who passed in front of me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i168/psycosisz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=kennysia.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="282" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i168/psycosisz/kennysia.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. Kenny Sia. Hahaha.I thought, gosh. this must be a sign. So here I am blogging :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this whole solo KL trip made me appreciate more of our local art and music scene. I used to think that local artists only say that don't support piracy, buy original or stuff like that, they actually act it out and I got to see that when I visited the home of the world's tallest twin towers. try look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i168/psycosisz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bunkface.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i168/psycosisz/bunkface.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i168/psycosisz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=komplot.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i168/psycosisz/komplot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bunkface&lt;/b&gt;, famous for the song Silly Lilly and Situasi, gave the crowd a heck of a performance, leaving us (yes me included) wanting for an encore. They really are crowd pleasers and they give out free stickers! haha. okay.. Another local band, &lt;b&gt;Komplot&lt;/b&gt;, actually went down to sell their CDs themselves and take pictures with the fans. Gotta admire the love for their fans :] They actually sparked my interest in psychedelic rock, a genre I never heard before. of course, I got their CD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i168/psycosisz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=yunaaa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="260" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i168/psycosisz/yunaaa.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that's &lt;b&gt;Yuna&lt;/b&gt;, I have no idea how old she is but she sounds like Norah Jones fused with a little hint of Nelly Furtado.. And she plays the guitar! hehe. Her band rocks! :D She took a picture with me even when she's in a serious rush.. thanks! Got her CD for Sarah too.. autographed! :p check her out at http://www.myspace.com/yunaroomrecords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that pretty much wraps up a snippet of my experience in KL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 'souvenir' from Youth09.. hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s72.photobucket.com/albums/i168/psycosisz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=youth09.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i168/psycosisz/youth09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back with a new post soon guys and gals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, here's some videos of our local acts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunkface's bunkface anthem and Yuna's Rocket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YRy6jMKEzfM&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/YRy6jMKEzfM&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8L1DPYxYEcQ&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/8L1DPYxYEcQ&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-3285377377198920822?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3285377377198920822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/01/support-local-acts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3285377377198920822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3285377377198920822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/01/support-local-acts.html' title='support local acts!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-2823165642416597206</id><published>2009-01-12T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:20:15.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uninspired.</title><content type='html'>First of all, I gotta say I'm highly satisfied with my current blog layout :D&lt;br /&gt;I reached my target of 80% total Qayness. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog. but I'm in a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;damn serious need of inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, till then people. heh. freakin uninspired. So here's two funny pictures I got off the web:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com/wp-content/uploads//2008/12/pubic-service-center.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" src="http://www.engrish.com/wp-content/uploads//2008/12/pubic-service-center.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SWul24Hab0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5HWMe_8SuJ8/s1600-h/NxgpKBeNvieo13qxf1CShuU4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SWul24Hab0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5HWMe_8SuJ8/s320/NxgpKBeNvieo13qxf1CShuU4o1_500.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ngeh. Bosan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-2823165642416597206?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/2823165642416597206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/01/uninspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2823165642416597206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/2823165642416597206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/01/uninspired.html' title='uninspired.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SWul24Hab0I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5HWMe_8SuJ8/s72-c/NxgpKBeNvieo13qxf1CShuU4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-6652516868379988946</id><published>2009-01-08T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:27:40.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL first post</title><content type='html'>It's my third day in our nation's capital, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;This place is awesome. I can go practically around anywhere here with the developed public transport system..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying at my uncle's place at Ampang, which is like. 30, 40 minutes from the city center? gosh. No wonder he's fit. Every day, take train go work. lengthy walks, crowded trains, you do the maths. Oh! And I'm seriously losing sleep over Nintendo Wii! It's freakin addictive. Tiring, but heck its fun. Been trying out Nintendo sport, its so cool. You get to move around with a stick and smacking around virtual balls. Feels real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Now baru I realise what's wrong in that last sentence. hahaha. okay, sexual innuendos aside, I'm seriously looking forward to next Saturday's Youth09. I even checked out PWTC yesterday. It looks like a massive event and youthsays.com users are giving great push and response.. But. but. but. I'm &lt;b&gt;broke&lt;/b&gt;! Since this is not&amp;nbsp; KK and I don't have friends to freeload... You're gonna have to bank in money to blanja me. e-mail me for my bank account number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Okay, that was a joke.. Don't check your wallet for money (yet) :p Well. Planning on going to Sunway Lagoon in a few hours :] Hopefully nothing changed since the last time I went there.. except the admission price. It could be lower :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well. i guess I just wanted to fill up this blog.. hehe sorry :} I'll come back with more posts after Youth09.. For now I'm gonna enjoy my stay here at KL.. Hm. Maybe I'll visit the Planetarium :D See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-6652516868379988946?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6652516868379988946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/01/kl-first-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6652516868379988946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6652516868379988946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/01/kl-first-post.html' title='KL first post'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3329939941709785127</id><published>2009-01-08T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:18:16.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement again jo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Qay will be back blogging when he finishes with customising this blog :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-3329939941709785127?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3329939941709785127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/01/announcement-again-jo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3329939941709785127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3329939941709785127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2009/01/announcement-again-jo.html' title='Announcement again jo.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3987376321432768142</id><published>2008-12-29T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Announcement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lexiconicalism.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;is moving to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lexicorn&lt;/b&gt;.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;however, the alternative link, lexicorn.co.nr will still be in use.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Coz lexiconicalism is&lt;b&gt; too friggin long&lt;/b&gt;! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only announcement of this as I will not further post this move anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, plus, this blog is in the process of transformation, again :]&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm a high-school graduate, I'll make this blog a bit more mature in terms of posting and design.. Don't worry, it'll &lt;b&gt;still be fun&lt;/b&gt;! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-3987376321432768142?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3987376321432768142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/12/moving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3987376321432768142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3987376321432768142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/12/moving.html' title='Moving!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-7999713187378031233</id><published>2008-12-24T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could be wrong</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. This is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise, all I have is my writing. I can't play musical instruments, I can't draw (not properly at least), I'm not so smart, I don't excel in sports,&amp;nbsp; I don't communicate well with people, I'm not tech-savvy or anything of the sort, I don't do poetry or write beautiful lyrics, I'm bad with numbers and don't have an eye for fixing things.. all i have is my. freakin. writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. let's not dwell in the sadness of the present and let's think about the uncertainty of the future ahead of you and me. Well, scratch that uncertainty part if you have precognition abilities.But I doubt you do, because if you do, you'd know this post would be boring and you would not even be reading this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow. even my writing ability is decreasing in quality. "Sucks for you" , if I were to quote Surya. Gotta develop a new talent fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas, inform me.. I got a lot of time :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just to save your time, here are stome stuff I already tried and eventually failed. It was a subtle but painful failure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing Yoyo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collecting hotwheels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Collecting stamps (No, seriously! I tried this before!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plasticine art &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Haha. Yeah I guess I didn't try hard enough.. All I try also nonsense this xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-7999713187378031233?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7999713187378031233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-could-be-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7999713187378031233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7999713187378031233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-could-be-wrong.html' title='I could be wrong'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-5471905461870272388</id><published>2008-12-18T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:41:41.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surya'/><title type='text'>A little update of sort..</title><content type='html'>-&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every girl I know are having their period now. &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't think I'd ever understand the pain, dynamics and inner working of girls in in their period. It's like friendster said, "It's complicated"&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's how life goes :]&lt;br /&gt;Hope you people get well soon! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First on the agenda, Surya's birthday. &lt;i style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy birthday Surya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Yeah, this is how long I'm gonna type for your birthday in my blog, everything else is in the card) =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I will post the A4 size card I made you :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behold!-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUs_oJXvdUI/AAAAAAAAAek/tVYgR3bZbyM/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUs_oJXvdUI/AAAAAAAAAek/tVYgR3bZbyM/s320/DSC00521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh! And I treated myself for a haircut. Dang. Now my hair looks longer! Really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It looks longer AFTER cutting! haha. But Surya called it gay. Coz it's gay. No, she's gay. :p oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Steffi was the one who cut my hair. You should check her out and also that place where she studies the art of cutting hair. &lt;i&gt;G cuts, 5th floor Palm Square Centre Point.&lt;/i&gt; Cut and wash only RM7. Just say my name :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I guess a few pics would be fine.. here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUtAG2m04JI/AAAAAAAAAes/bHygsMwOb84/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUtAG2m04JI/AAAAAAAAAes/bHygsMwOb84/s200/DSC00540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUtAIo5DNjI/AAAAAAAAAe0/v4pDu5rrQYY/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUtAIo5DNjI/AAAAAAAAAe0/v4pDu5rrQYY/s200/DSC00541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUtAJXy-FSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/AE6rJ__MaUI/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUtAJXy-FSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/AE6rJ__MaUI/s200/DSC00542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final product....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUtAxRnxzjI/AAAAAAAAAfE/KSbpDnXjI2k/s1600-h/DSC06209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUtAxRnxzjI/AAAAAAAAAfE/KSbpDnXjI2k/s320/DSC06209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay I can finally wear a cap! :D hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, Since I have literally nothing to do this holiday season, I'm gonna be at Kuala Lumpur to attend and possibly volounteer for Youth'09, for more information, just head on to http://youthmalaysia.com/youth09, or you can have engaging and somewhat exhilirating talks and opinions with other youths at http://youthsays.com/ It's pretty awesome but just bare with the immaturettes.. We're all friends righttt? :D yeah, btw, anybody who plans to go KL or anywhere near there next month, gimme a head's up alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah, I've been going out and going back home as late as 6a.m at times. I dunno lah. new to this freedom this perhaps? not really. but it's fun, when you have cash. Someone &lt;b&gt;really needs&lt;/b&gt; to blanja me. hahaha. I'm still editing the ghost hunting video we all put together a few weeks back. So far they're only whispers and footsteps.. I'll be updating that soon. gotta do more research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Double Prosperity Burger &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AWESOME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! But can be bigger though. And the black pepper less kick than usual. MegaMac was bigger and better, But both also expensive, so heh..&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Well I gotta eat first so I guess I'll be away for now. But any who, leave me comments, visit my facebook or bring me play futsal, hope to see you guys soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh btw, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SCHOOL'S OPENING SOON! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Have fun you school-goers :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&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/2453854915231137710-5471905461870272388?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5471905461870272388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-update-of-sort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5471905461870272388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5471905461870272388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-update-of-sort.html' title='A little update of sort..'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUs_oJXvdUI/AAAAAAAAAek/tVYgR3bZbyM/s72-c/DSC00521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-7691293727662517569</id><published>2008-12-11T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for my SPM review :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUFwYbWiy1I/AAAAAAAAAec/xb_SmorRRhI/s1600-h/DSC00338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUFwYbWiy1I/AAAAAAAAAec/xb_SmorRRhI/s320/DSC00338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My 3 count&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three facts, one verdict.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bahasa Malaysia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- My essays were quite good I guess. A lot of nice phrases but lack of big words. Experimented on ringkasan.&lt;br /&gt;- Screwed up big time on the proverb section.&lt;br /&gt;- wrote half-nonsense in the Komsas part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Verdict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; I could do better than an A2, but I'm not hoping much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Paper one was quite a challenge, unfamiliar with literature question.&lt;br /&gt;- 10 pages of essays&lt;br /&gt;- Could have eror resulted from over-confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Verdict&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;If Surya had no problems with it, I guess I'll aim for A1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mathematics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- pretty confident with paper one&lt;br /&gt;- A few critical question were carelessly done in paper 2&lt;br /&gt;- Didn't complete paper 2 section B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Verdict&lt;/b&gt;: Since the graph is gonna go up, I'm gunning for a B3. It could be lower. Not really expecting an A but there's a bit of hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sejarah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Bad relationship with teacher shortly before SPM, I got something to prove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Paper one, quite impressive. Paper 2 had some unfamiliarity issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Essays were KBKK, opened room for careless unforseen errors&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;made some stupid luck experiments.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Verdict&lt;/b&gt;: well, honestly, I think all that sleeping in class and bask-sashing the teacher would bite me back in the ass. B3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pendidikan Islam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Screwed up some easy questions in paper 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- poor judgement in picking questions in paper 1 section B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Paper 2 was as usual, thinking skills. Not too worried about that but my tajwid needs some brushing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Verdict&lt;/b&gt;: Well, if my trial is any worth of a testament of proof of my Islamic studies ability, I guess I can aim for a subtle A2, hopefully the graph scores go down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Additional Mathematics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- actually i'm pretty confident with paper 1. A potential high grade pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Paper 2? HAHAHAHAHA. Direct from hell. Don't ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- I didn't do half of paper 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Verdict&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;C5. gonna fall off the ladder into a pile of plywood with a lot of rusty nails embedded in them. Let's hope everyone else screws up too. gosh I'm so evil oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- One of the easiest paper 1 ever. like seriously. ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- subjective questions were okay. no flying colours, but there will be colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Experiments were right on the money, all predictions came true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Verdict&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Between B3 and A2. I don't think its up to the A1 level, even if the graph scores go down. Some unavoidable petty mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chemistry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- all equation questions, HANTAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Pretty confident about essays. but maybe too confident..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- some predictions were deathly accurate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Verdict&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Was never really that good in chemistry. Often times when I thought I was right about something, it's the opposite.. so to play it safe, B4 or B3. Thank god for the predictions, or the verdict could be lower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Biology&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Very lucky in paper one, bad judgment in some medium hard questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Lack of practice in structure question, but paper 3 can back up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Fairly                                             multitudinous mistakes in essay question(s) and of course I wrote a lot of crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Verdict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;I still don't know why I didn't drop Bio. B4, B3 at best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;English for Science and Technology&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Stupid mistakes in paper 1, but only a few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- hasty in doing structure questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- A few irrelevant points in the report but colourful and boastful science related phrases&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Verdict&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; Oh, Come on. It's EST. A1. I could be wrong though, coz if you're wrong one question in structure, there's a potential domino effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Literature in English&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Thank God we did the fun novel, Holes. Was fun doing the questions too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Lack of planning important points. Just wrote anything that comes to mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Longest paper I ever did write. 17 pages in 2 and a half hour. woot woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Verdict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Less examples than normal, but hints and ideas were subtly placed in the sentences, I guess I'll be alright.. But one problem, it's an elective subject so the graph score would be low.. So yes, A2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-7691293727662517569?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7691293727662517569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-for-my-spm-review-d.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7691293727662517569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7691293727662517569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-for-my-spm-review-d.html' title='Time for my SPM review :D'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SUFwYbWiy1I/AAAAAAAAAec/xb_SmorRRhI/s72-c/DSC00338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-6741019635168197140</id><published>2008-12-09T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I’ve been up to lately, seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:#9bbb59'&gt;Wow. It's been a long time since my last 'real' post here right? Yeah I thought so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;Well keep on waiting people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;I just came home from Brunei, and it's one in the morning anyway so I'll be sleeping in a moment :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;But don't worry, I won't leave you &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; hanging. Here's one blog I like to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;&lt;a href='http://dontletmekillthechorus.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-much-more-better-so-much-more.html'&gt;Mary's blog post with my SPM doodles on it!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;			&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='text-align: center'&gt;The blog is awesome and nice and... (Well honestly I just wanted to share with you people some of my SPM doodles) Sorry, Mary. I'll blog about you soon :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehehehe&lt;strong&gt;. Comments&lt;/strong&gt; yah? Trust me, a few words from you can result in hundreds of words from me in reply :] thanks in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='color:yellow'&gt;Oh p/s, In Mary's blog, I'm kuih ;] Mr. Kuih. Waiiiit! Mr. Multicolouredkuihlapis :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-6741019635168197140?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6741019635168197140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-ive-been-up-to-lately-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6741019635168197140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6741019635168197140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-ive-been-up-to-lately-seriously.html' title='What I’ve been up to lately, seriously.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3669211233490648306</id><published>2008-12-06T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coz I'm going away, just for a few days</title><content type='html'>Going &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brunei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the coming Hari Raya Aidil-adha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'll blog like *censored* after my return :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(hopefully)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta fnish up with some stuff first. Namely:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Video editing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Designing some vector art&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Next Year's bowling shirt designs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Mingling with family :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Getting back my blogging spirit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Download new music!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;and of course, the cliche etc etc etc. So yeah, etc people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, Have fun without me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Hari Raya Haji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;GodBless yo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-3669211233490648306?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3669211233490648306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/12/coz-i-going-away-just-for-few-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3669211233490648306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3669211233490648306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/12/coz-i-going-away-just-for-few-days.html' title='Coz I&amp;#39;m going away, just for a few days'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-5199080688398264772</id><published>2008-11-29T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post-SPM blog post, sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Realisation&lt;/span&gt;: I trust you all will agree that my blog has sort of a lack of pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, here's the thing, they say a picture paints a thousand words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;But heck, I'll let my thousand words actually say a thousand words :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I think BN's keeping their position in Malaysia is coz they play on Islam"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I think this whole ketuanan melayu should be abolished" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Chinese were desperate back then.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No, they're just covering up all the money laundering he did back when he was in charge.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I'm in full support of free speech and freedom of our own opinion as long as it's constructive and you know, not stupid? It really pisses me off when all my friends try to sound so 'political' and stuff when all they do is judge current events.. Wow. a puppet of propaganda, how very informative of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hate it when the youths start to be caught up in this whole thing. Don't get me wrong but I'm okay with the verbal, non-direct involvement of people my age on politics in Malaysia. I mean, they're supposed to, aren't they? It's good exposure. But it gets a little bit annoying when they do it without any knowledge in history. They tell me politics has nothing to do with history. Uh, hello? Politics work  &lt;b&gt;because&lt;/b&gt; of history. Huh, yeah flunking history is not such a big deal huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But really, maybe it's the political situation here. Here, when you're caught with your pants down or with no pants at all, you still can maintain... let's say.... a fairly high post in a big political party? I don't know man. political fogs and shifts influence young people in a big way. And worst of all, we don't realise it. Eventually we'll start to complain minyak naik la, gula naik la, beras naik la. But really, how many of us really looked into it? then of course, they'll blame the government. They always do. Oh suck it up people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not really saying our government is flawless, coz it's not. you should see parliament proceedings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just, when you talk about politics, Find out why something's there before you get all judgy.. And please, try not to just throw out uneducated guesses but make an effort to back up what you say, okay? You'll change people's mind better when you do it with at least a brain. But hey, I think we're doing pretty okay for an independent nation that's barely 51 years old. Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;nights~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-5199080688398264772?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5199080688398264772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-post-spm-blog-post-sucks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5199080688398264772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5199080688398264772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-post-spm-blog-post-sucks.html' title='My first post-SPM blog post, sucks.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-4988744400475006830</id><published>2008-11-20T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's toooooooo late... I'm holding on a rope got me ten feet off the ground..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;SPM is a serious wake up call oh! like. really. Yeah, sounds like a good thing but one problem for me though, it's &lt;b&gt;too late already&lt;/b&gt; for me to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking at the postive side.. At least I get the chance to warn you right?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all you form 4s and potential form 5s,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go. Freakin. STUDY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, they lower the standards for some of the questions this year like Sejarah after so many poeple didn't do well last year so if we all excel this year, I wish you all the best coz it's almost certain they will jack up the standards next year. Good luck in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bright side for you all&lt;/b&gt;: Addmaths paper this year felt like the Addmaths paper from hell. Paper 2 especially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is not so much as a blogpost but simply a precautionary advice :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now this is a blogpost -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been eating dinner at Damai Plaza for I don't know how many consecutive days already! Gah. Expensive food. Why? I stay at the library until night breaks during SPM season. doesn't do much tho coz my friends are there. We just talk alot. and then sekejap sekejap turun bawah. lepak and stuff. gaaaahh. Then one person will go all "Ui bah, cari makan kita." And then we all go find food. The most I can read at the library is one or two chapter when they're around -.- thank God RCH's Curry Laksa makes me happppeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And. And. Barack 'niceteeth' Obama won the USA general &lt;strike&gt;erection&lt;/strike&gt; election! :D congrats to that guy. Being&amp;nbsp; a cool president during an all-time financial crisis, on-going war, health care issue overload, and a few shaky diplomatic ties can be tough. I just realised this. I think Obama's teeth has the same whiteness as McCain's hair xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SSV2zUlEu3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/4Z9HXFqzzXo/s1600-h/obama_vs_mccain%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SSV2zUlEu3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/4Z9HXFqzzXo/s320/obama_vs_mccain%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah I'm colourblind but I know his teeth and his hair almost the same colour! :p&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be taking my English Literature SPM paper alone next wednesdayy. hahaha. I wonder how is it gonna be with my invigilator..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Errr.. can you not stare at me so much?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"What else am I suppose to stare at? You're the only one here..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Don't you have like, other important things to do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Are you supposed to be talking to me even?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Depends. are &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt; supposed to be talking to me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Damn. Fine, I'll do my paper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After 15 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"So, hey. yeah. Hi.. I'm bored. How's the paper going?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wish me &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt; (again) people! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&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/2453854915231137710-4988744400475006830?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4988744400475006830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-toooooooo-late-i-holding-on-rope-got.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4988744400475006830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4988744400475006830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-toooooooo-late-i-holding-on-rope-got.html' title='It&amp;#39;s toooooooo late... I&amp;#39;m holding on a rope got me ten feet off the ground..'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SSV2zUlEu3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/4Z9HXFqzzXo/s72-c/obama_vs_mccain%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3840237996619188885</id><published>2008-11-15T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeee!!</title><content type='html'>Doomsday, coming and counting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Addmaths is on Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Addmaths is&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nah. guys guys, it's just numbers.. and unknowns.. and variables.. and graphs.. and of course, more numbers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;"Ui! Quick! That's the square root of a pi??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Trigonometry is murderrr!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK&lt;b&gt; now&lt;/b&gt; I'm worrying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-3840237996619188885?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3840237996619188885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/11/weeeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3840237996619188885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3840237996619188885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/11/weeeeeeee.html' title='Weeeeeeee!!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-1682982396599020987</id><published>2008-11-04T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey so far..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;S.P.M!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's get it on!&lt;/i&gt; Let's hope all the sleeping in class won't bite us back in the ass xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the 4th of November. SPM is on the 11th, next Tuesday. How many days left, I don't care really. I just wanna wake up that day and say to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;"Okay Qay, this is it. The day that's gonna be your milestone or your grave. forget the bricks people throw at you, now you have enough to build your wall. Your time is now. Now let's go get that A."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, That's just one of my vain, confident boosting nonsense. Here's my honest and sorta realistic target: &lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;6A1, 3A2, 2B3&lt;/span&gt;. That B is my safety net. Always must have one or two 'sangkut' that. It's either a fact of life or my unfortunate luck. It's okay. I'll be expecting for the worst but try to get the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll really appreciate it if you people won't ask me "Hey Qay, how was SPM?" because I will lie to your face, and I don't wanna do that. &lt;b&gt;Let me enjoy my freedom in peace bah&lt;/b&gt;! hehehe. And oh! I have absolutely no plans after SPM so if anyone wanna bring me do anything, just gimme a call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say the past two years has been fair to me but heck, even life's not fair. Just have to make do with everything you got I guess. The ties snapped, the new bonds formed, the cynical monologues and all the malfeasance and wound-healing. Can't complain much really. It all brought me &lt;b&gt;here&lt;/b&gt;! And I like it here. I think I'll stay here for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess SPM will be one heck of a donnybrook with the paper because I think even if you did all the forecasts, targeted all the questions that you can, read all the books, it's still up to the paper itself. surprises can happen.. It happened before, hopefully it doesn't happen again la. I really don't wanna get too confident about this. but nevertheless, I'm confident. Let's just hope I can back this all up. Getting 14th in class for my trial did not contribute to my weird impudence. Forgive me. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SRBB7TQ_3bI/AAAAAAAAAd0/iw-go22YEao/s1600-h/crazy-student.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SRBB7TQ_3bI/AAAAAAAAAd0/iw-go22YEao/s320/crazy-student.gif" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be online as much as I can during SPM. There's no use limiting my internet usage, right? I rather be chatting than studying stuff that will only go way over my head. Find me online, we chat okay? but I'll definitely sleep early larh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA! Like &lt;b&gt;kids&lt;/b&gt; oh they all fight in parliament sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: center;"&gt;"Who said that?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: center;"&gt;"Jelutong!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9d2e9; text-align: center;"&gt;"Take it back, take it back!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;"okay.. I take it back... with objections."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Think I'll join politics, just for kicks. It looks like fun oh! They get to talk trash and nobody seems to be stopping them. license to curse on TV comes with the job ka?? If yes, I want in! hehehe. I fnot also, I still want in xD I get to look fancy and be on TV. Ill just have to sit behind somebody who talks alot so I don't even have to speak to be on TV :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SRBAoKQaHUI/AAAAAAAAAds/GDIHyTRhQhc/s1600-h/on+tv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SRBAoKQaHUI/AAAAAAAAAds/GDIHyTRhQhc/s320/on+tv.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;They make parliament enjoyable really. hehehe. Which reminds me, They're having their elections today at the States! Obama or McCain? I know there's no significance in me deciding who is better at being president but that's exactly why I''m gonna take a shot at it. I'll go for Obama. Not coz he's black or more charismatic or more academically qualified, but he has nice teeth. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SRBEgRGnZJI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4bQ98A9RABo/s1600-h/obama-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SRBEgRGnZJI/AAAAAAAAAd8/4bQ98A9RABo/s320/obama-600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Its shineeeeeeee! :D his teeth is white like McCain's hair xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So people, until next time! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-1682982396599020987?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1682982396599020987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/11/journey-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1682982396599020987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1682982396599020987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/11/journey-so-far.html' title='The Journey so far..'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SRBB7TQ_3bI/AAAAAAAAAd0/iw-go22YEao/s72-c/crazy-student.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-6918030848059193458</id><published>2008-11-02T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just covering up paranoia..</title><content type='html'>. &lt;br /&gt;Okay people, I miss the internet. Why? I went to &lt;a href="http://www.h-factor.info/"&gt;H-factor Kota Kinabalu&lt;/a&gt; the other day and my parents bought a 40 inch TV! I was like.. whoa. seriously. it's huge! and if we get new furniture or anything, my family &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; fail to rearrange the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;whole&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; house structure. So they plucked out all the wires connecting to the computer and modem and router and stuff and now everything's messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the spirit of blogging and boredom, here's my...&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things Qay can seriously (and preferably) do without&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green tea flavoured ice cream - like. seriously?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Robbers with rainbow print jumpsuits because they think ski-masks are out of date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soggy french fries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CSI: Penampang - Next episode, who burnt down Servay?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the electric triangle. - Isn't the triangle like. fully metal already?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold chicken rice - eeewww.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spoiled milk. - You'll never know if it's spoiled or not until you pour it. then its too late.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acoustic hip hop music - Need I say more?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bio, physics, and chemistry practical books. They do nothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;protozoa plushie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pilot that goes through the aeroplane's intercom saying "Okay.. I think I left the keys in my other pants.."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math teachers who does moonwalks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carbonated carbon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bladder Control Issues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rain pouring during my jogging days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vegetarian sharks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;two-wheeled tricycles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A rooster who's an insomniac.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wasabi overdose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The High School Musical movie series - hahahaha! Sorry, really.. xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay. I had no idea where that list came from. Goodbye people! :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-6918030848059193458?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6918030848059193458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-covering-up-paranoia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6918030848059193458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6918030848059193458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-covering-up-paranoia.html' title='Just covering up paranoia..'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-5106257127347013675</id><published>2008-10-22T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay let's break into song! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Observation(s) of the day:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girls like to take pictures of themselves in the dressing room.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I have no problem with that. It's cute. But it gets annoying when you take a picture of every single dress and shoe and top and post it all in friendster. All of it?? seriously? Better make an album that says 'me in dressing rooms' so I won't ponder whether or not you actually live inside a dressing room. Which is a freaky thought really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SP9T4MU9XUI/AAAAAAAAAXM/d5hAYeO5qpc/s1600-h/DSC00069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SP9T4MU9XUI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bMUrgiFhoCc/s320-R/DSC00069.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ah teens nowadays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hey! for the record, I was outside the dressing room okay? :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;We sometimes have a screwed up fast food system.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I went to McDonalds a few days back. They have this huge sign that says "try our new McShaker fries!" and there was lots and lots of fries on that poster. the price is pretty neat too! free upgrade again that. and they give one of those free packets of spicy edible dust or something. yeah. all is fine and dandy. until you see what's written right beside it. "&lt;b&gt;FRIES TEMPORARILY UNAVAILABLE&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Fark. I was all like. "Apa jadi sama fries kamu oh? kamu makan ka di belakang sana? Ada Giant tu di bawah, beli la.." but politely, of course. hehe. Oh! I ordered the X-Meal deluxe during fasting season. THREE KFC restaurants didn't have it! I went all totally WTF. THIS IS KFC AND YOU PEOPLE DON'T HAVE A CHICKEN AND ZINGER??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;High School Musical is so gaaaaaayyyy!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay, today I finally brought myself to watch High School Musical 2. Why? I couldn't find the remote. So I watched. IT TURNED OUT TO BE SO GAY! seriously! It was so gay, I couldn't keep my eyes off it. Great marketing strategy really. This guy was walking along a golf course and suddenly, whooosh! he broke into song. I'm like. seriously?! the last song was like 7 minutes ago! I continued to watch it because I was seriously in need of a good laugh. and oh boy, HSM made me LOL! Surya says the dancing was also gay. man. that was the gay-est part! sorry kids :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SP9bqYFFsCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/DWpokSD5JwU/s1600-h/HSM_3_Poster+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SP9bqYFFsCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/bZeNTyO5LzA/s320-R/HSM_3_Poster+copy.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Haha. Don't say I didn't warn you okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-5106257127347013675?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5106257127347013675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-let-break-into-song-d.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5106257127347013675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5106257127347013675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-let-break-into-song-d.html' title='Okay let&amp;#39;s break into song! :D'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SP9T4MU9XUI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bMUrgiFhoCc/s72-Rc/DSC00069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3339849838891451497</id><published>2008-10-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehe. bhangra music!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our countdown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is our life, our love, our heart's desire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like burning puzzles on a rainy day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vaguely understood, bathing in oracular fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like that entity between our shadows and souls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is it that, we never take the time to understand ourselves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;"Try not to love too much, okay, Qay? You'll hurt more people than yourself.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. I &lt;i&gt;should've&lt;/i&gt; listened to that advice man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;Hello people! I'm back to blogging. count down to SPM? 23 days. about three weeks. I'm so gonna die. I drove to Surya's house just now just for kicks! Yes people, I can drive! oh some feelings are just incomparable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gah my neck hurts. oh before I forget, thanks to everyone who came to my modest open house just now :] I had a good time eh! although we suck in quantity, we rock socks in quality :] Even Melia's sister came. Thanks Sofea/Sophia :] *pokes Nana* Yeah. Nana gets excited over the simplest of things. hehehe :] Oh! And Faiz stayed over my house just to help with the arrangements! thanks man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;Ngah. Desperado is gonna be my nickname la this -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ziWAHKUaAUk&amp;hl=en&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/ziWAHKUaAUk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;this,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; my friend, is body art. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stalking friendster is my thing. haha. Okay I'm not good at it but heck it's fun. I need more lamb curry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; effin love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt; to laugh at grammatical errors in friendster&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OH! OH! Wait! I just had a primary school flashbackk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;*Cheesy wavy flashback lines*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Situation: there's a new girl at school who just moved in. I've never seen her. she'd just moved in. Out of curiousity, went to check her out.. she was in a different class*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Zul: Ada dia dalam kelas tu, ko tingu la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Qay: Iyah? betul meh cantik?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Zul: Betul baaah. ko check ja. aku masuk kelas lu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Qay: *checks out girl, walks away because expectations are not met*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gah. I'm talking about &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/14787869"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh how people can change. Huh. I know this post is like. so meaningless. haha. bah later la I come up with more. for now, I need water and lamb curry. maybe some pudding.. and chocolates.. oh! and caramel. I love caramel.. and ice cream.. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Listen to the music in my friendster's playlist! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-3339849838891451497?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3339849838891451497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/hehe-bhangra-music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3339849838891451497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3339849838891451497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/hehe-bhangra-music.html' title='Hehe. bhangra music!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-5136696021354672483</id><published>2008-10-15T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHA! Phark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QAY IS OFFICIALLY BITTER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;And He doesn't care anymore :] for all he knows, he'll be happy just being himself. Not caring about anyone but him. Now he wonders if God created some people to meet him just to test him the value of letting go.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;I gotta rethink this whole 'friendship' business. haha. Props to Surya tho. We have that kinda relationship where I can insult her, and she could insult me back. then we'll have a good laugh and maybe a drink or two together. :] and she was the only one that said to me "Aww dats cute weyh :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;im glad you finally found someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;. Now you wudn't be so emo about ur love life :p haha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'M LETTING GO&lt;/i&gt;. Nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hey! Come to my (friends only) Open House Saturday :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;4PM til night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey! I do care about people! just some people who are just bikin panas crazypig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh babe, the game has just begun :] You think I'm bitter before huh? You have seen nothing yet :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go ahead.&lt;b&gt; try me&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&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/2453854915231137710-5136696021354672483?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5136696021354672483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/hahahaha-phark.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5136696021354672483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5136696021354672483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/hahahaha-phark.html' title=''/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-1026012269210967897</id><published>2008-10-12T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing my tagging responsibilities! :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Rules ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;1. I own just two pairs of shoes other than my school shoes. One's a pair of Emerica's Heretic 2 in a sorta batik design, one's a Nike Air Max 180. Both were discounted. I use my Heretic for almost everything. Outings, proms, even dinners. I'm not picky with shoes.. My Nike is strictly for running and jogging :] You can find me at the beach, that's my favourite place to jog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can get very carried away with strategy games. I currently play games such as Command and Conquer Generals: Zero Hour, Heroes IV and Age of Empires. Yeah. I'm a geek sometimes. Long hours in front of the computer just to finish one game. Huh. Nobody understands me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;3. Music inclination: Hiphop. I have no idea why, but I'm into rapping and beatboxing. though I'm still practising on the latter, I've been brave enough to take on the stage to rap. Yeah, won some and lost some but I like the thrill :] My partner in music is this guy Faiz. He can hit high notes while I just do the rapping. We did a mash up of Appologise-Where'd you go medley and took first place for the duet category in our school's Bakat Interact thingy. Ah good times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I inappropriately crack jokes at the worst times. I can crack racist jokes in a room full of Chinese people, or do an impression of someone who is just right next to me. It's kind of a spur of the moment thing where I just have to say it because if I don't, It'll lose its humour value :] Just don't take it to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;5. I'm a serious sucker for horror movies! I love watching horror movies man! It's the ultimate affordable thrill.. Once, I was so freaked out, shaken up and sweating after the movie ended, I WATCHED IT AGAIN :D But in the movies only la. I disapprove of real life cruelty to anything be it humans or animals, even insects. I squash them only out of surprise. Honest. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My frequently watched shows are, hands down, the CSI series. I started watching the series waaaaay back when. Back when Gil Grissom was the only CSI I know. Sometimes I get it carried away in real life and I can be caught saying "YOU LIAR! I KNOW THAT'S NO TRUE COZ THE EVIDENCE SUPPORTS MY THEORY!" yeah. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I do not speak English in everyday conversations :] malay at home, malay at school, malay at tuition, malay at the library.. :) I only speak English to people who asks ask me questions in English. Oh, and I speak English online too I guess.. :]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BERSAMA MEMARTABATKAN BAHASA MALAYSIA! :D&lt;/i&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/2453854915231137710-1026012269210967897?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/1026012269210967897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/doing-my-tagging-responsibilities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1026012269210967897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/1026012269210967897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/doing-my-tagging-responsibilities.html' title='Doing my tagging responsibilities! :]'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-7934865991404909098</id><published>2008-10-06T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilikemynewphonealot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't tell me that it's over, I'm not used to this temptation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! SPM trials, probably one of the &lt;b&gt;most hectic&lt;/b&gt; period you'll ever face in Malaysian high schools. I'm not blogging while I'm having it, That's exam suicide. I played games instead. My trials was two weeks before the Raya holidays. Sabby was just laughing at me while she was laying back doing nothing productive during my trial week. Now they're having their trials. WHO'S LAUGHING NOW &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/7935376"&gt;SABBY&lt;/a&gt;?? HAHAHA. I SLEEP IN CLASS AGAIN THIS! :P Good Luck though, dear friend :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back my addmaths paper, biology &amp;amp; chemistry (Both paper two). If you look at the grades, it's damn disappointing eventhough I got second highest in class for my biology. And I failed Addmaths! But this time it's okay because I just simply lazed around during the trial. I practically burnt 20-30 marks by not answering questions I know. If SPM is anything near what this trial offered, then I think I won't be banging my head on the wall after SPM is over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SOo7y1dFvqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QqTNNLD3QMg/s1600-h/chemical+equation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SOo7y1dFvqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/51Q1eN7HiJ4/s320-R/chemical+equation.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A chemical equation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM is in about.. 30+ days and I'm starting my driving tuition in this week! Right.. That's a good thing right? Sure, if you constantly have money for gas and an actual car. I'm just afraid of smallsmall stuff my parents will ask me to do once I get a license..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;i&gt;At 6am in the morning&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: QJ, banguuun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Huh? *Scratches eyes* Apa ni? baru ja lepas SPM kemarin.. mau tidurr baaahh. manada sekolaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Uh. ya. tolong kasi undur kereta dulu. Blocking bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: ..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom! huh. I don't think she trust me to drive yet, eventhough she was the one who taught me how to drive the most.. well, sorta, just replace "taught" with "screaming in the car". This conversation happened today when I was driving myself and my mom to the library..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: Okay, at the corner this, tarik hand-brake, shift to P and wear your seatbelt.&lt;br /&gt;*Stops, pulls hand-brake, gear shifted to P, puts on seatbelt. Continues driving*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- After 7 minutes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: And why aren't you wearing seatbelts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: In case anything happens, Easier for me to get out of the car lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-7934865991404909098?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/7934865991404909098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/ilikemynewphonealot.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7934865991404909098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/7934865991404909098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/ilikemynewphonealot.html' title='Ilikemynewphonealot!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SOo7y1dFvqI/AAAAAAAAAXE/51Q1eN7HiJ4/s72-Rc/chemical+equation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-4621378600728067050</id><published>2008-10-04T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't karaoke-ed like that for a long time man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Qay &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;needs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to learn Chinese! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't wanna be clueless in a room full of people again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Everytime people try to talk chinese to me, I'd be all "Oh! Hao! Hao!"&lt;br /&gt;*Turns to chinese person next to me to ask what the heck did that person just asked me.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I know Hao means.. yes? Terrence's chinese name mah. of course I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ren = orang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tai Yang = Matahari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he taught me a few phrases too! like "Ni Jiao shen me ming zi?"&lt;br /&gt;I tried it on Carmelia's sister. haha. I can't believe I actually got the tone all right man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese phrasebooks are not helping eh.&lt;br /&gt;I have three of them but the tone needs more practical..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first insult in Chinese I learnt is "Ni Mama Ta!" (Your mum's huge!)&lt;br /&gt;That's a seriously lame insult, I know.. but it's a start right? :] &lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I learnt that from a Malay guy.&lt;br /&gt;Before i get beaten up, can somebody teach me how to say "I take that back!" in Chinese please??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hao!&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/2453854915231137710-4621378600728067050?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4621378600728067050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/haven-karaoke-ed-like-that-for-long.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4621378600728067050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4621378600728067050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/haven-karaoke-ed-like-that-for-long.html' title='Haven&amp;#39;t karaoke-ed like that for a long time man.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-4320320265500595844</id><published>2008-10-01T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy, tiring day :]</title><content type='html'>Happy Raya everyone! :] Since it's a month full of forgiveness, here are some &lt;b&gt;specific&lt;/b&gt; things I wanna appologise about to whom it may concern..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Racist jokes&lt;/b&gt; - Sorry, Chinese people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Half-racist jokes&lt;/b&gt; - Sorry, Half Chinese people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overpricing&lt;/b&gt; - I can't help it if you're a sucker. eh. sorry. i take that back. Sorry, suckers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dishonesty&lt;/b&gt; - Sorry I lied people.. Really am.. (Hey, how would you know if I'm not lying now?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stalking&lt;/b&gt; - Oh. I know you like it. hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noise-making&lt;/b&gt; - No, it's not sound pollution if you're the only one complaining. But sorry anyway, you complainer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Late nights in front of the computer&lt;/b&gt; - Sorry body. You should've told me I was pushing you too hard.. too bad the ears and mouth are on the face..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Battery draining&lt;/b&gt; -Sorry, phone. People keep on texting me. thanks, people :] Oh yeah. Laptop, quit complaining. you're on electricity most of the time anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broken Promises&lt;/b&gt; - I promise I won't do it again. hahahahaha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sound Blasting&lt;/b&gt; - Err. eardrums, can you hear me? I wanna say SSOOOORRRYY!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Backsashing&lt;/b&gt; - Mum and Dad, Sorry. Maybe it's just moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;Unspoken words&lt;/b&gt; - Sorry. IloveyouMysygness. Sorry I piss you off alot lately, eventhough we've made up.. you deserve the most of my appologies.. Thanks for being there for me, even when you don't have to be. Sorry you had to deal with my crap day after day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I guess that's it for now :D Open house invite me okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #fff2cc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-4320320265500595844?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4320320265500595844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-happy-tiring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4320320265500595844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4320320265500595844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-happy-tiring-day.html' title='Oh Happy, tiring day :]'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-6421744355553319868</id><published>2008-09-28T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An elongated post. why? I just have so much to say. And you wouldn't listen anyway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gosh. I don't live up to the title 'Qay the Sarcast' lately. Have I lost my touch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I blog for &lt;i&gt;my own&lt;/i&gt; satisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If there's people interested in what I have to say, I thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I just finished my &lt;b&gt;SECOND&lt;/b&gt; sahur. Yes, I ate sahur a total of two times today. Not really because I'm hungry. But my mum cooks &lt;i&gt;the best&lt;/i&gt; Curry Lamb in the land. (Yes I added the 'in the land' just for rhyming purposes) Seriously. It's probably the only food that understand my Malay tongue. Not too tough, spicy but thick. And, perhaps, occasionally elastic. &lt;strike&gt;Fun to play with&lt;/strike&gt;. Only my mum can make it taste so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was persuaded to drink this &lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;edoxon tablet by my mum. Anybody ever heard of it? Apparently it gives me doses of Vitamin C. Not that I care too much about it. It's ascorbic acid. Scientists give out cool names but we all just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to shorten it to just one letter. C! C! Ascorbic Acid can be a name for a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;garage metal band &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;man! And people ask why Biology is hard to study. We neglect biology in our everyday lives people. Be aware of that. Example? Chocolates does not stimulate pimple formation. But it does promote nervous tension as well as migraine headaches (Thought you were gonna go on a chocolate splurging extravaganza huh? I guess not anymore. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SN_0S1fUdFI/AAAAAAAAAW8/NtSoNlZRU4Y/s1600-h/400px-Dehydroascorbic_acid.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SN_0S1fUdFI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0Kd24q0-8mU/s320-R/400px-Dehydroascorbic_acid.png" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When a nerd is trying to prove his point: that's the molecular structure of ascorbic acid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I now understand why some people couldn't quite grasp that one thing some people just take for granted. &lt;b&gt;The English language&lt;/b&gt;. Seriously. On the Malay side, the vocabulary is direct so it poses a problem with some English pronunciations. like. When we spell S.A.T.U, it is literally pronounced sa-tu. English, on the other hand, when you spell O.N.E, it's pronounced as wahn. That's why I don't judge people who cannot relate lineally with English. It's. just. damn. hard. to. learn. Here's more example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go ahead, pronounce Istanbul the same way you pronounce island.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How did they find out how to pronounce bouquet?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they say sorry seems to be the hardest word.. &lt;b&gt;WRONG&lt;/b&gt;. otorhinolaryngologist is much, much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So please people. do not take your English language skills for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only guy taking English Literature in my whole form. I don't do poetry. I have a low attention span and I definitely do not fancy going to extra tuition. I'm in it for the chance to analyse of different characteristics of people. I can't stand being told in Biology class that everyone works the same way. We &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt;. I need to feel the world, and the world equals to idiosyncracies. You have those things in literature that practically tells us that we are never the same. we're humans. yes, we breathe, digest, even &lt;b&gt;perhaps&lt;/b&gt; excrete the same way. But we're different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself &lt;i&gt;constantly&lt;/i&gt; in places I want to be and don't wanna be at the same time. I have sacrificed my ability to be outstanding for being able to blend in the crowd. Long time coming, and it was kind of a stroke of destiny, perchance? I could've sharpened alot of my early skills but I decided to just discover all of them and let them roam wild. I see alot of people with awesome talents come and go &lt;b&gt;in the same path as mine. &lt;/b&gt;They draw beautifully, they can solve complex equations as fast as I can write my name on the test paper. Huh.. I'm just... Qay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1882031/2/istockphoto_1882031_alone_in_the_crowd_single_blue_multiple_yellow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1882031/2/istockphoto_1882031_alone_in_the_crowd_single_blue_multiple_yellow.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm rarely alone in the crowd.&lt;/span&gt; Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I presume some artistes need canvas. Some, need wax and clay while some thrive with music. I guess you can say my canvas is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I like analysing human behavior. I would love to know what makes you happy and what pisses you off, without you actually telling me. That's why I use friendster more than facebook. You can actually see people's profile in friendster. No, I'm not a stalker.. not a legal one at least. :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Jack of all trades, master of none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" is a figure of speech used in reference to a person who is competent with many skills but is not outstanding in any one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc63.deviantart.com/fs17/f/2007/213/2/3/My_Awsome_ID_by_KittyStrider.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://fc63.deviantart.com/fs17/f/2007/213/2/3/My_Awsome_ID_by_KittyStrider.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm just like this guy, jack of all trades. Only you know. I'm Malay and I look way more realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh &lt;i&gt;thank you&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/b&gt;. You know sometimes when you're being stupid it speaks for itself? Your ears are just too stuffed with stupidity to hear it. Sorry, random thought. I do laugh at people, just not out loud most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you believe in karma? What's so weird about that you ask? If you do believe it, I think you can go around and do bad things to people while thinking that they deserve it. Really. That's the whole concept riight? Hey I'm not saying I don't believe in it. I do. It's just a thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;What do you call a chinese who can fly aeroplanes?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;A pilot, you freakin racist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha. I love that joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Qay, signing out!&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/2453854915231137710-6421744355553319868?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6421744355553319868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/elongated-post-why-i-just-have-so-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6421744355553319868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6421744355553319868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/elongated-post-why-i-just-have-so-much.html' title='An elongated post. why? I just have so much to say. And you wouldn&amp;#39;t listen anyway.'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SN_0S1fUdFI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0Kd24q0-8mU/s72-Rc/400px-Dehydroascorbic_acid.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-6983249074270576639</id><published>2008-09-26T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone gets paranoid sometimes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanna know one thing that really weirds me out?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strangeharvest.com/mt/archive/toilet%20seat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://www.strangeharvest.com/mt/archive/toilet%20seat.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not toilets per se. I'm okay with toilets. what weirds me out are closed toilet seats. I'm afraid to continue my bathroom duties if the toilet seats are closed shut. Why? I keep having this awkward sensation. I mean like, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHY is it closed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? what are you hiding in there?? You hiding something I'm not suppose to know? It's a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;toilet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for god's sake. leave it open lah! don't make me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more retarded part comes when I decide whether or not I wanna flush it first. No,&lt;b&gt; I don't wanna open it.&lt;/b&gt; sometimes things are better left hidden. I'll be all like. "Okay.. If I flush it, I gotta wait for some time until I can flush again. that'll be a waste of time. Do I really wanna take that risk? &lt;b&gt;DO I&lt;/b&gt;?" but you know, if I think it's safe and I open but what I see is something disgusting, that'll traumatise me. that would be worse. So if I'm not in any bowel emergency, I'd probably flush it first :] then I have to wait. ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What's your retarded mild paranoia? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&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/2453854915231137710-6983249074270576639?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/6983249074270576639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyone-gets-paranoid-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6983249074270576639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/6983249074270576639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyone-gets-paranoid-sometimes.html' title='Everyone gets paranoid sometimes..'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3993370785104657378</id><published>2008-09-22T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the good times roll babe :]</title><content type='html'>Aish. I'm so pissed. Jubba's pissed. WHY? well the first batch of Kuih raya came in today. By right, I should begin my feasting and munching and being all hyped up on sugar by now but no. I'm a bit disappointed actually because my mum ordered my classic favourite, the honey cornflakes cookies with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;less nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :( It's just like. &lt;i&gt;Half a nut&lt;/i&gt; inside.. darn it! I was expecting almonds actually. :( but the sugary substance is extra sweet though. but no. U &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; substitute nuts with sugar. Caramel, maybe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/evonne39/3HONEY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v463/evonne39/3HONEY.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh.. So close..yet so far away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. In my attempt to not dwell in nutless depression, let's all gaze upon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Stupid Conversations from school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"&gt;Part one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairie: Apa? kau ingat dia ni pemerintahan jenis apa? Oligarki?&lt;br /&gt;Qay: Buduh. ko ingat dia suka ka buat burung-burung dari kertas tu?&lt;br /&gt;Khairie: hah.. ui. Itu origami bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau girl you ask eh, not yet go home?"&lt;br /&gt;"If guy?"&lt;br /&gt;"If guy, u ask Eh. Why you still here ah??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;"mana tau soalan dia susah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nda juga tu"&lt;br /&gt;"Kerajaan Abbasiyah..... Huraikan. 20 markah."&lt;br /&gt;"... bah mati la kita."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Cantik juga dia tu kan?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dia ni macam rabbit bah. walau camana bidak pun kan, tetap ada unsur-unsur cute jugaa.."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher! When we opening up frogs?"&lt;br /&gt;"There will be no dissecting.. we do it in theory only.."&lt;br /&gt;"Can we at least cut open a rat?"&lt;br /&gt;"No." &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful with that, its corrosive"&lt;br /&gt;"What?? It's CURSED??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Haha. Well people, until here only la for now. Off to bed I go! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-3993370785104657378?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3993370785104657378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-good-times-roll-babe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3993370785104657378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3993370785104657378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-good-times-roll-babe.html' title='Let the good times roll babe :]'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-3761363486889838924</id><published>2008-09-20T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello people. Meet Jubba :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;SFC Installation Night 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that whole rule "&lt;i&gt;If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm applying that rule now..&lt;br /&gt;No, don't get me wrong. I actually had a good time. Not as good as I would hope. but there's just some things you can't put into words. This is not the right time, at least :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well enough with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was thinking of &lt;i&gt;temporarily stop blogging &lt;/i&gt;until I get back my famously dubbed writing spirit. but yes, I logged in and saw there's one follower to my blog :o that kicked something up a notch. Thanks Annthea :) I'll do the tagging soon, perhaps :] &lt;b&gt;do not&lt;/b&gt; get your hopes up just yet. (Hey that's a long tag bah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;not only&lt;/b&gt; gonna blog, but meet Jubba. (Pronounced Ja-ba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SNVKllsWOZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/vduud_QCPH0/s1600-h/Jubba1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SNVKllsWOZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6Woqz02lbIU/s320-R/Jubba1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really have to know, the inspiration for the body obviously came from corn :p It's like, I got the idea for sorta like a 'mascot' for my blog coz I think it needs some personal touch. What's more personal than a retarded looking internet corn with whiskers? Exactly :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since my laptop can do things like having a touch screen so I can draw on it, I did Jubba freehand only. He'll be responsible in expressing things I malas write. Yes, he'll have friends in the future :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's 3 in the morning now. Mum's going to wake up any time for sahur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good night people..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&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/2453854915231137710-3761363486889838924?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/3761363486889838924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-people-meet-jubba-d.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3761363486889838924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/3761363486889838924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-people-meet-jubba-d.html' title='Hello people. Meet Jubba :D'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u4gJooZjQJk/SNVKllsWOZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/6Woqz02lbIU/s72-Rc/Jubba1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-4751806472218039441</id><published>2008-09-16T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaaaah! I'm bored leyh. Malaysia got peralihan kuasa or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eye bags, slight pain on parts of the brain, sweat, insomnia, slow reactions, excessive stress and pressure,suicidal tendencies, lack of temper control, lethargy...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diagnosis? &lt;i style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cluttercontrolfreak.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/surprised_baby_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.cluttercontrolfreak.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/surprised_baby_2.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes folks it's true! this disease has become an epidemic, striking most 17 year old high school students. It is caused by the little understood virus, known as Malaysian High Schools. It has said that people who are 17 years who are exposed to this virus will contract the disease all at the same time. How the virus operates and chooses its infection duration is still unknown. Students who attend 'Kelas Pemulihan' or Pre-Secondary schools are believed to be contract this viral disease a little late, when they are 18. This is not the case for Penilaian Tahap Satu (PTS) passers as they are eligible to get it when they are 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists are still looking for a strong antibiotic to fight against this epidemic but they have all agreed upon that the symptoms could be easily minimised if the following methods are implemented on the disease carriers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;STUDY AWAL-AWAL!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Other alternatives are still being experimented such as the cramping technique, listening to the teachers while they're talking, not sleeping and talking in class, study groups, and trips to the library. Results are still pending because of the lack of test subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookpublishing.com/images/Home_Photo_books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.bookpublishing.com/images/Home_Photo_books.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social websites such as friendster, myspace, and blogs find a declining number of users that are struck with the sickness, apparently because the virus causes the urge to open books and not visiting such websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fatality of this disease is about 0 percent. However, there are misconceptions because victims often express that they are "going to die" or "Die!" or "mati la me this. haven't studied oh!"when they contract the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests have shown that victims are often healed quite rapidly and consistently after their last papers, showing signs of complete euphoria by engaging in activities such as an all-night DotA play-off, visiting waterparks, playing futsal, and going on dates, among other things. these are the activities that often barred by the infection of this epidemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPSR and PMR students often said to have the same symptoms as SPM students but it is less damaging and more unnoticable thus creating a linkage between the three. A more little known virus is the STPM, which does not strike everyone but it symptoms are at a level that may arise concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffe599; text-align: center;"&gt;GOOD LUCK PMR and SPM students! (and other people in other forms and darjahs who are taking their less important exams :p) &lt;i&gt;may the force be with you&lt;/i&gt; ehh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-4751806472218039441?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/4751806472218039441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/gaaaah-i-bored-leyh-malaysia-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4751806472218039441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/4751806472218039441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/gaaaah-i-bored-leyh-malaysia-got.html' title='Gaaaah! I&amp;#39;m bored leyh. Malaysia got peralihan kuasa or not?'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453854915231137710.post-5056210805210869520</id><published>2008-09-13T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:05:45.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>telur telur tu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eDJxgdCWzK8&amp;hl=en&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/eDJxgdCWzK8&amp;hl=en&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Freakin retarded! :D &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453854915231137710-5056210805210869520?l=lexicorn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/feeds/5056210805210869520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/telur-telur-tu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5056210805210869520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453854915231137710/posts/default/5056210805210869520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lexicorn.blogspot.com/2008/09/telur-telur-tu.html' title='telur telur tu!'/><author><name>Qayzr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kk-Gj1t13s/TgS0kRkJ0iI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Y1fF1kda3Ns/s220/bolabola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
