<?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-7827430131497532988</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:36:48.416+08:00</updated><category term='Labeling People For What Cause'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='RSC'/><category term='Bukit Kiara.'/><title type='text'>Life As I Know It</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-6207761380241443089</id><published>2010-09-24T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:57:54.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely , Maybe ?</title><content type='html'>This movie , well , really? It's a good movie , abide it being a American romance/comedy film , it wasn't the kind of plots that you'd often see in our current age of directors spitting out mediocre scripts just to earn a quick buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the plot (via Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Definitely,_Maybe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Will Hayes (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ryan_Reynolds" title="Ryan Reynolds"&gt;Ryan Reynolds&lt;/a&gt;) is a 38-year-old father who is in the midst of a divorce. After her first &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_education" title="Sex education"&gt;sex-ed class&lt;/a&gt;, his 10 year old daughter Maya (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abigail_Breslin" title="Abigail Breslin"&gt;Abigail Breslin&lt;/a&gt;)  insists on hearing the story of how her parents met. Will gives in, but  decides to change the names and some of the facts relating to the  various love affairs of his youth, thereby creating a love mystery; Maya  is left guessing which of the women will turn out to be her mother. The  story he tells Maya is depicted in long flashbacks. From time to time  the film switches back to the present, where Maya comments and asks  questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The story begins in 1992, when Will, a starry-eyed aspiring &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Politician" title="Politician"&gt;politician&lt;/a&gt;, moves away from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wisconsin" title="Wisconsin"&gt;Wisconsin&lt;/a&gt; and his &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/College" title="College"&gt;college&lt;/a&gt; sweetheart, Emily (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Banks" title="Elizabeth Banks"&gt;Elizabeth Banks&lt;/a&gt;) to New York to work on the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Clinton_presidential_campaign,_1992" title="Bill Clinton presidential campaign, 1992"&gt;Clinton campaign&lt;/a&gt;. Over many years, Will becomes involved with several women who enter and re-enter his life including Summer Hartley (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rachel_Weisz" title="Rachel Weisz"&gt;Rachel Weisz&lt;/a&gt;) who is an aspiring journalist and April (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isla_Fisher" title="Isla Fisher"&gt;Isla Fisher&lt;/a&gt;) who is the copy girl for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Political_campaign" title="Political campaign"&gt;campaign&lt;/a&gt;.  Will and April have a chance meeting outside work, where Will reveals  he is going to propose to Emily. When Will practices a proposal to Emily  on April, she is taken aback by Will's words, and replies, "Definitely,  maybe." They go back to her apartment, where April has multiple copies  of &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jane_Eyre" title="Jane Eyre"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  in her collection, explaining that her father gave her a copy with an  inscription in the front shortly before he died, and the book was later  lost. She has spent years buying copies of &lt;i&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/i&gt; from secondhand stores, hoping to find the copy her father gave her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily comes back to New York where she confesses, just after Will  proposes that she slept with his room mate. She did this on purpose to  break up with Will saying that she is "letting him go".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will first meets Summer Hartley when he gives her a diary she wrote  when she was a teenager from Emily. He finds that she is going out with a  famous writer who is old enough to be her father. However, the writer  breaks up with Summer and Will starts a relationship with Summer.  Meanwhile April quits her job and goes to travel around the world. Will  plans to propose to Summer when April comes back to tell him she loves  him. However, she realises that Will is going to propose to Summer and  does not tell him. Summer writes an article about Will's client which  ends their relationship. Will loses his jobs and fights with his work  colleages and his dream goes down the drain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;April calls after a long while and finds that Will is unemployed and  unhappy. She throws a birthday party for him where he is reunited with  his old work colleagues. In a drunken rant, Will confesses romantic  feelings to April, but in the process ends up having a fight with her,  telling her to "go to life-rehab". Some time after the fight, while  walking the streets of New York, Will finds the copy of Jane Eyre that  April's father gave her. He goes to give it to her, but decides against  it when he meets her boyfriend Kevin, with whom she is living.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emily re-enters Will's life and turns out to be Maya's mother and  Will's ex-wife, as Maya correctly guesses. Will explains to Maya that  the happy ending had been Maya all along and they share a hug and part  ways as Maya leaves with her mother. At home, Will finds the book he has  been saving for April, and goes to her office. After learning that she  is now single again, he gives her the book, but when she finds out that  he was holding on to it rather than giving it to her immediately, she  becomes angry and asks him to leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maya is happy that she figured out the story, but also realizes that  her father still loves April, as even though Will changed the names of  Emily (Sarah in real life), and Summer (Natasha in real life), he did  not change April's name. Encouraged by Maya, they go to her apartment  where Will confesses to April that he held on to the copy of &lt;i&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/i&gt;  because it was the only thing he had left of her. As the three enter  into April's building, April springs into Will's arms and kisses him."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;So in many ways , this was a man who had hopes and dreams of being the President of the United States . Good aspirations , I suppose . To be someone who stands up for not only himself but a institution , a country . In the end tho , what he stood for comes crumbling down . With the Clinton issue and his running candidate , caught up in a scandal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Moving on ,  New York does many things to a man . Especially so when he's love of his life is miles and miles a way (I'm a firm believer that long distance relationships work but I haven't been in one , so I can't say much) So he slips , he kisses a girl he barely knows .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thru the story as you can see by the plot he ends up with "April" so this epic love story , somehow has an ending but it ended prematurely , one of the ways that American films tend to avoid , as Americans like a straightforward ending , no thinking needed to know what happened , which I'm on the plank on which side I like more , depends on the story I suppose :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heh , so I can relate but I haven't been on the journey just yet , just starting my story. Let's see how I end up , hopefully I learn along the way too , just like Will here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-6207761380241443089?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/6207761380241443089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=6207761380241443089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6207761380241443089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6207761380241443089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/09/definitely-maybe.html' title='Definitely , Maybe ?'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-3221670111528436828</id><published>2010-09-23T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:59:37.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving.</title><content type='html'>I guess I've always had a complex with people leaving me or ignoring me . It probably came from my younger days , with moving around and all . Mom's never helped either , with how she is. I feel it happening it again and again , sad eh? The thing is , this is coming from the people I thought knew that I'd do anything for them , minus shedding a limb or two. I was there for these people and they just brushed me off when they were happier . Thing is , I care too much . I listen to their problems , I access , conclude and try my best to help or just simply be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes letting something off your chest to someone that isn't involved at all , helps . Yes it does , even I've done it before and let me tell you , it's the best feeling in the world ; letting everything out and that person not judging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop caring about people , or maybe befriend people who actually appreciate me (in good times and bad times) or maybe I should just drop off the face of the earth , go off the map . Just so they realise that they miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-3221670111528436828?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/3221670111528436828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=3221670111528436828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3221670111528436828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3221670111528436828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/09/leaving.html' title='Leaving.'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-7742757789630407393</id><published>2010-09-15T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T00:09:29.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Matters The Most.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes heartbreak has to happen to teach a man , what is important in life at a certain time and now after losing my first love ,  I've learnt that love will come and go at odd times and sometimes it'll surprise you like it did me this year but for all its worth I don't regret it cause it was what I wanted at that time . I've moved on tho sometimes I feel lonely but yeah don't love cause you're lonely ,  love cause you really do love that someone.All that matters is ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true &lt;/span&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;My future&lt;br /&gt;My physical well being&lt;br /&gt;My emotional well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes all those above matter , and right now my emotional well being is fine being single . I've just got to prepare myself for the real world , the world that's looming after high school . After this superficial life that we've been living for 5 years . No longer will "clique's" exist , well not in the way it was in high school anyway. Its time to grow up and be matured , with that playful child still in mind :) not to worry .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now , it's about SPM , I'll have to put aside my social life and sit down alone and study . After that we can talk about Mixed Martial Arts , learning Mandarin and Yoga classes . Just concentrate for 2 months + and we'll be done with it. You can do this , yes I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-7742757789630407393?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/7742757789630407393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=7742757789630407393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/7742757789630407393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/7742757789630407393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-matters-most.html' title='What Matters The Most.'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-5031815573808142114</id><published>2010-09-13T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:08:17.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aware</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;May  we abandon all those who choose to hate us and stay close to those who  care for us.&lt;br /&gt;Even when sometimes you have you let go your ego and just let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&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/7827430131497532988-5031815573808142114?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/5031815573808142114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=5031815573808142114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5031815573808142114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5031815573808142114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/09/aware.html' title='Aware'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-5810849040680192539</id><published>2010-09-13T21:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:59:49.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Won't you give me a chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to show you that I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;be that man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that man that can make it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I told you unconventionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so make me understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;why we can't be ideal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nothing more so real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I bailed once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you did too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i just need one chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to show you that we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We'll compliment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no , we won't depend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;on what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;or what we hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can dear&lt;br /&gt;so don't fear&lt;br /&gt;or tear&lt;br /&gt;no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;lets make it&lt;br /&gt;make it&lt;br /&gt;an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The above is not for my ex but for my next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-5810849040680192539?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-2062481559566480440</id><published>2010-09-10T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:16:25.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;A girl asks her boyfriend to come over  Friday night and have dinner with her parents. Since this is such a big  event, the girl announces to her boyfriend that after dinner, she would  like to go out and make love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boy  is ecstatic, but he has never had sex before, so he takes a trip to the  pharmacist to get some condoms. The pharmacist helps the boy for about  an hour. He tells the boy everything there is to know about condoms and  sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how many  condoms he’d like to buy, a 3-pack, 10-pack, or family pack. The boy  insists on the family pack because he thinks he will be rather busy, it  being his first time and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the boy shows up at  the girl’s parents house and meets his girlfriend at the door. “Oh, I’m  so excited for you to meet my parents, come on in!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy goes  inside and is taken to the dinner table where the girl’s parents are  seated. The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute passes, and the boy is still deep in prayer, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes pass, and still no movement from the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,  after 20 minutes with his head down, the girlfriend leans over and  whispers to the boyfriend, “I had no idea you were this religious.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy turns, and whispers back, “I had no idea your father was a pharmacist.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-2062481559566480440?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/2062481559566480440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=2062481559566480440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2062481559566480440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2062481559566480440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/09/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the Day.'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-6497534213609130526</id><published>2010-09-04T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T18:07:46.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm gonna stop this guy, win, lose... it makes no difference, it ends tonight. This is my fight. Everyone's got one..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jake Tyler &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some fight for fun , others as a lively hood , some fight to release anger &amp;amp; find comfort , a selected few do so for their families , and you might be surprised but some fight to find solace.  Taekwondo , did that for me once upon a time ago &amp;amp; it gave me discipline , strength , &amp;amp; a healthy sweat once a week .  After SPM , i'm joining the boys at kick boxing to once again find solace,comfort and release anger. Hope they guide me well once I get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's on you, always has been, always will be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Jean Roqua&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-6497534213609130526?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/6497534213609130526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=6497534213609130526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6497534213609130526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6497534213609130526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/09/solace.html' title='Solace'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1258166776692848343</id><published>2010-09-01T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T22:03:27.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe wishlist ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.adidas.com/product_images/G13292_F_p2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.adidas.com/product_images/G13292_F_p2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1609ER Adidas Authentics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.adidas.com/product_images/G16737_F_t1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://www.adidas.com/product_images/G16737_F_t1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOP TEN LO C.S. Adidas Originals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.adidas.com/product_images/g02377_F_p2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 138px;" src="http://www.adidas.com/product_images/g02377_F_p2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Country II Leather Adidas Original&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/7827430131497532988-1258166776692848343?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1258166776692848343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1258166776692848343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1258166776692848343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1258166776692848343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/09/shoe-wishlist.html' title='Shoe wishlist ;)'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-2559031473736407810</id><published>2010-09-01T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:18:39.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFaB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Born from a boombox"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moose: &lt;span class="grey"&gt;(from trailer)&lt;/span&gt; People dance because  dance can change things. One move, can bring people together. One move,  can make you believe like there's something more. One move, can set a  whole generation free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I myself have always been easily influenced by non-harmful or non-sinful hobbies , such as surfing,playing the guitar,playing badminton , and ever since the first Step Up 1 , I always wanted to dance.  You may be thinking i'm just another one of those posers but I'm being truthful . I always wanted to bust a move on the dance floor but my lack of self esteem never helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music gives a voice and platform for people to express themselves . Whether it may be by singing,playing music or dance to it. Whatever it might be , express yourself through good means :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Live the life ,  live the dream . No fear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/7827430131497532988-2559031473736407810?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/2559031473736407810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=2559031473736407810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2559031473736407810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2559031473736407810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/09/bfab.html' title='BFaB'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-2156638717612757044</id><published>2010-08-31T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:37:22.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Over Darkness.</title><content type='html'>He chose darkness , along with hate. To fill his heart . To empty his heart from sorrow and pain , for which he didn't care . But secretly he did and with all of his heart . He spent nights thinking whether everything was okay , whether you were okay . Accompanied with hatred and yet his heart still loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then had a dream and in that dream , she passed on and he could no longer do anything nor tell her that he still loved her , even though it hurt to do so. In this dream , he regretted his decision. He gave up his ego to tell her this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shouting at each other &amp;amp; sorting it out , these two souls decided it'd be better for both of us to just stay friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boy chose light over darkness. Maybe God wanted him to do so and allowed him to dream such a nightmare. To shake some sense into that boy and tell him that he has better things to do then to hate someone he loves and is loved by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"To ask for forgiveness , there is only forgiving to do"&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/7827430131497532988-2156638717612757044?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/2156638717612757044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=2156638717612757044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2156638717612757044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2156638717612757044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/08/light-over-darkness.html' title='Light Over Darkness.'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-4269623304075709703</id><published>2010-08-29T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:33:01.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta watch you burn like a pyromaniac&lt;br /&gt;Look at the way you made me act&lt;br /&gt;So obscene, not even a time machine would take me back,&lt;br /&gt;To a time when gravity couldn't hold us down we had to be,&lt;br /&gt;Together, 24/7, anything else seemed like blasphemy,&lt;br /&gt;Now it's a catastrophe, I'm mad at you, you mad at me,&lt;br /&gt;What happened to us? Its sad to see, I'd rather leave,&lt;br /&gt;Then irritate eachother skate b4 we hate eachother,&lt;br /&gt;Fates got something greater that's waitin patient  for each of us...&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn around girl, you know you had enough,&lt;br /&gt;Just go in peace now, yeah throw them deuces up,&lt;br /&gt;We went from two to one, now back to two again,&lt;br /&gt;And despite what we been through, I still call you my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, that's why I gotta let you fly,&lt;br /&gt;We had our moments baby, see em all in the blink of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;So spread your wings cuz there's better things, when you sore up high,&lt;br /&gt;And reminisce on this final kiss as we say goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-4269623304075709703?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/4269623304075709703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=4269623304075709703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4269623304075709703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4269623304075709703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/08/memories.html' title='Memories.'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-3158279253718831490</id><published>2010-08-26T21:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:35:11.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted Time</title><content type='html'>I am here to tell everyone , I am okay :) I don't think about her anymore nor do I love her anymore , in fact I hope she suffers for the rest of her life regretting her decision for giving up on us . I still hate her ( that won't ever change) because of her excuses/reasons , her ice queen way of hurting me without thinking at all how I'd feel and her not feeling a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I will disclose her reasons/excuses for giving up on us ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - I am a Muslim , therefore she cannot accept me for what it says on my IC . As she worries about how hard it'll be for us to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2- The fact that I'm half Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Commitment issues (then why did you commit to me in the first place?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes all of those were her "reasons" . &amp;amp; yet she couldn't see us through till we had to deal with it. Believe me , I thought it all out ,  in my mind on how we'd overcome this and there was a way but I guess she didn't trust me enough to know that I would've done everything in my power to be together , rather that or she simply let me off easy with her "reasons" Either way , I came out on top . Learning many things and experiencing things I definitely wouldn't have if I never got in this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;span class="quote"&gt;     &lt;span class="quote"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.&lt;span class="quote"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="source"&gt;— T.S. Eliot&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bid you goodbye , suffer without me :D cause I'm doing A-okay without a person like you in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-3158279253718831490?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/3158279253718831490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=3158279253718831490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3158279253718831490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3158279253718831490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/08/wasted-time.html' title='Wasted Time'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1652948700953848208</id><published>2010-08-08T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:28:29.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser</title><content type='html'>I gave everything I had to you. My heart and soul and yet it wasn't enough. This has made me think and I don't think I'll ever be the same. No matter how long time passes I will no longer be the same person people thought they knew. I don't think I'll ever put myself in a relationship again. It hurts. The loneliness , I think it could kill someone slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing you on Saturday , i'm more confused then ever. More so in my life have I ever been this confused. Confused about whether there is still an "us" I will not plead to God as it won't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought someone could love me and you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tragedies happen. What are you gonna do? Give up? Quit? No. I realize now that when your heart breaks , you gotta fight like hell to make sure you're still alive.'Cause you are.And that pain you feel? It's life.The confusion and fear? That's there to remind you that things will get better. And that is worth fighting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight anymore.I wanna give up. Yes I'm a loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1652948700953848208?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1652948700953848208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1652948700953848208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1652948700953848208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1652948700953848208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/08/loser.html' title='Loser'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-2605351160276560322</id><published>2010-06-20T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:10:36.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like writing but I dont know what to write -_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAYIOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&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/7827430131497532988-2605351160276560322?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/2605351160276560322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=2605351160276560322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2605351160276560322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2605351160276560322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-feel-like-writing-but-i-dont-know.html' title='I feel like writing but I dont know what to write -_-'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-4156479898701583936</id><published>2010-06-08T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:06:07.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell &amp; Back</title><content type='html'>Yesterday thru the evening I was pondering how I was gonna get myself to Victoria Institution for the Librarian/Koperasi inter-school basketball competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From asking Ian for a lift to considering taking a cab to asking my cousin where my uncle worked thinking it was at Kelana Jaya but thank God it was actually in Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 1 + AM .I woke up at SIX:THIRTY AM (ON A HOLIDAY).FUCK YOU MARCUS WONG -_- .So sitting in the car was well uncomfortable/awkward lol , we don't usually talk to each other so it was mostly silent the whole way to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw , I met up with Ian at the Hang Tuah monorail station. Thrilled at finally seeing a familiar face tho he said he saw Pn Izattul on he's way there in the train.Funny eh :P ANYWHO , made our way to VI but without some difficulty. Personally , I haven't been there and Ian on the other hand hasn't since form 2 so he's directions were fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After asking a friendly side sweeper , it lead us to the road on Hang Jebat passing Stadium Negara , where I went for the Jason Mraz concert :) and didn't know the school was right behind it : / pftt oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw , since its my first time there the SCHOOL WAS HUGE. Anyhow , waited there without seeing any other familiar faces for 30 minutes before seeing Ong Kiat and eventually finding out that it was POSTPONED TO FRIDAY (this really ticked me off) as organizers you should freaking TELL us that it's off BEFORE HAND. Marcus wasn't even there , as tho he knew it would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" -_- "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;is all i can give you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ian and I were really pissed , so we went to MCD to chill for awhile before I had to head to Keefe's and he had to go back home.Got to talk for 40 minutes or so.Great catch up session , must do so more often since he's my "bro" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left after having bk'fast and headed back to KL Central.Drizzled a bit , so maybe it was a blessing that we didn't have the competition that day. Still i'm peed-ed off :P We said goodbye and parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take the KTM while Ian took the Putra Line.Mine took longer to depart as it usually is that way.Read "The Guardian".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off the train and headed to Keefe's house in Sri Sinar by cab , got there at aprox 11 + .Waited for him while he went to the pharmacy to get medication and a bandage as he aggravated his twisted ankle while jogging in the morning.Had a quick conversation with Uncle Ric about soon arriving World Cup : D then Keefe made he's way back from the pharmacy and we waited in his room for Howie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moose , came into the room unexpectedly and we started off.Decided what song(s) to perform for TTDI's IU :D then made alot of progress with SHEER OPTIMISTIC SEMANGAT-NESS : D hopefully we'll make it thru their auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-8778449675267148639</id><published>2010-04-11T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T15:57:12.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8</title><content type='html'>I see that number and think , of the things that has been done associated with it.The number of championships , the number of shots missed , the number of seconds left on the shot clock , waiting for you to make it , and most of all I see my last Sri Hartamas basketball jersey number.I feel sad at the same time , cause this will be my last chance to make an impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That impact that I've been hoping for ever since I picked up a ball.Just the sheer thought of making a game winning shot gives me goose bumps , but somehow I will make that game winning shot.I know Ian won't be there as part of our duo but I will be playing out there for everyone in Hartamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will proudly wear that clown jersey and win every game.&lt;br /&gt;I will make that game winning shot&lt;br /&gt;WE will hold our heads high&lt;br /&gt;WE will always remember the times we had during basketball seasons&lt;br /&gt;and most of all&lt;br /&gt;WE will be number one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS GO HARTAMAS !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-8778449675267148639?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/8778449675267148639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-5971378429810124332</id><published>2010-04-02T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:47:55.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Beautiful (really this time)</title><content type='html'>This is a happy post , it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treating people like a safety net is a horrible thing to do especially when you don't tegur them at all when your on the tightrope living it up.So since you've been doing that to me since ever.I'm gonna say I DGAF ! anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-5971378429810124332?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-729684737440715782</id><published>2010-03-15T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:12:26.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never pour out your heart (to one person)</title><content type='html'>To expect something so big from someone is wrong , you put them in an uncomfortable situation.I wished I didn't tell you , not cause I don't want you to know but its just now you're the only one that does.Its hard to not have you there for me : / I'm ok mostly but everyone has their lapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its times like this you regret.You burden people , without reason.Without thinking of how they feel.She came again today and I don't wanna tell you.I don't want you to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kids , never ever pour your heart out to one person.You'll regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note , I bought jelly beans :) and had ice cream tehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-729684737440715782?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/729684737440715782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=729684737440715782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/729684737440715782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/729684737440715782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-pour-out-your-heart-to-one-person.html' title='Never pour out your heart (to one person)'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-3816778661863257711</id><published>2010-02-28T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:52:35.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up up and away.</title><content type='html'>Recently , I've been in the darkest place I could be (not literally tempat yang gelap) you get what I mean.I thought I was ok since standard 3 or so but I wasn't.You don't know why , you shouldn't know why but I just want to let you know that I'm not ok.Probably never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through it all,only one person listened.No one else knows.Soon I hope it will end referring to the thing I was thinking about doing.Not cause there's no one there to listen to what I have to say but whether they care and listen sincerely.Whatever it is , I will do it before the end of this year unless things turn around.For now I will do what he did and see what happens.Maybe getting away will make it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First emotional post since long long long long long time ago.Thanks for listening , bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-3816778661863257711?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/3816778661863257711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-6766656564292075252</id><published>2010-01-08T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:37:51.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amongst one of the epic One Tree Hill quotes.</title><content type='html'>Mouth: Take a look at yourself in a mirror who do you see looking back?&lt;br /&gt;Haley: Is it the person you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;Dan: Or is there someone else you were meant to be the person you were meant to be but fell short of?&lt;br /&gt;Mia: Is someone telling you you can’t or won’t? Because you can.&lt;br /&gt;Chase: Believe that love is out there.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: Believe that dreams come true every day.  Because they do.&lt;br /&gt;Peyton: Sometimes happiness doesn’t come from money or fame or power.  Sometimes happiness comes from good friends and family and the quiet nobility of leading a good life.&lt;br /&gt;Julian: Believe that dreams come true every day.  Because they do.&lt;br /&gt;Brooke: Believe that dreams come true every day.  Because they do.&lt;br /&gt;Peyton: So take a look in that mirror and remind yourself to be happy because you deserve to be.  Believe that.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas: And believe that dreams come true every day.  Because they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-6766656564292075252?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/6766656564292075252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=6766656564292075252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6766656564292075252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6766656564292075252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2010/01/amongst-one-of-epic-one-tree-hill.html' title='Amongst one of the epic One Tree Hill quotes.'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1512498742475728264</id><published>2009-12-30T16:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:15:48.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 , bye bye beautiful.(much needed update)</title><content type='html'>I'm lazy , we all know that.When it comes to blogging I have to be extremely inspired or EXTREMELY bored.This time its the latter.Well well , 2009 is coming to an end.She took lives,she gave birth but most of all its the first time I've danced D : so lets say she caused some embarrassment too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good year for me.I learnt from mistakes,learnt from friends and most of all learnt from myself.Its time to grow up and not be a kid.We can have our moments at times but remember always to be kind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to recap eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: was bummed cause of my knee , but ended up well.Not fitting in class , that too ended well.New friends were made and infatuation was key in this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February:Things started to pick up and since I was nominated for prefects the second time , I thought what the heck.Might as well learn something and make new friends.All those people who talk badly about them won't understand till their on the opposite side.Misjudging and stereotyping is bad for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March:Basketball season began , we were really hyped up this year cause of our strong lineup.To no avail we got 3rd , Ian and I learnt to be benchwarmers but I gained experience &amp;amp; next year it'll be up to us to show Zon Bangsar that we're one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April:Prefects camp , rememberable at best.Never really warmed up to the form 5's but after camp got closer to everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: I don't remember this month at all for some reason , heh must of been sleeping at home. (Updated as I reached July) This was emo month.Struggling with my heart.After all of it though ,lets not fall head first into love.Think first.Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June: AHA so the once probate has now become a prefect.Not so weird in blue after all.People treated me different ._. for awhile then it died down.For all its worth , I hope I changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July:Akouein , was good while it lasted.Still think all of them will be famous some day.IU performance was great.Singing in front of 300 + people , now anything less seems so easy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh for July I found this : "Things to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acomplish&lt;/span&gt; by the end of the year :&lt;br /&gt;get at least 5 A's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;(This didn't happen,missed it by 1)&lt;/span&gt;.perform 10 more times&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Missed this by 8)&lt;/span&gt;.get a new phone&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Didn't happen but I'm close,waiting for the Milestone, Motorola)&lt;/span&gt;.be connected more&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Was,for the most of the year.Thanks to Harris for lending he's notebook to me)&lt;/span&gt;.stay outta trouble&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Well didn't cause that much havoc :P)&lt;/span&gt;.be more friendly&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Yupp,met some good people)&lt;/span&gt;.wait another 2 months&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(think this has something to do with my ankle , I did wait but got it sprained again D : )&lt;/span&gt;.win a competition&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Nope)&lt;/span&gt;.do all my homework ._.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Epic fail,this didn't work but I swear next year I'm putting my foot down and making sure I get straight A's)&lt;/span&gt;have a good time at prefects dinner&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(yeah it was great till it came time to do the sketch ._. sorry ex form 5's)&lt;/span&gt;.get my guitar re-strung&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Accomplished three times)&lt;/span&gt;.stay happy (unless unavoidable) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Stuck to this)&lt;/span&gt;.move&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(heh not yet,soon I hope)&lt;/span&gt;.get a car&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;( I should have called my grandmother after writing this,she sold her Civic for 5 K,still regretting)&lt;/span&gt;.learn to PROPERLY drive a manual car , possibly my grandmothers old Honda Civic&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(failed)&lt;/span&gt;.tie up loose ends&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Yes I did)&lt;/span&gt;.dance. (this is for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Ask them how I did :P)&lt;/span&gt;.Get a part time job&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Was going to but didn't)&lt;/span&gt;.make sure THEY end up together&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(they did for awhile but sometimes you can't force things)&lt;/span&gt;.go on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;road trip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Malacca twice once with family the other with the PRS bunch)&lt;/span&gt;.hug 10 more people&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(accomplished (Y)&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August:Spent most of my time watching Smallville &amp;amp; covering songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October:Exams , finished up with that shit and started having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November &amp;amp; December: Messed up my ankle , Fazlan oh Fazlan how I love you so much :P LOL.Started the hols off with going to Sabina's party (Y) then started the one day out and one day off schedule.Going out having fun.Events to mention are Yudish's bhagara party (Y) , Malacca with PRS , Sleepover at Daniel's (I don't exactly remember when this was so it might not have been during the hols) , PRS dinner , 2012 , Avatar , going to cousin's house , covering songs , going to grandmother's house, spending time with friends and spending time with family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1512498742475728264?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-4653323035185464251</id><published>2009-10-27T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:03:25.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drops Of Jupiter</title><content type='html'>Now that shes back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;With drops of jupiter in her hair, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;She acts like summer and walks like rain&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that theres time to change, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Since the return from her stay on the moon&lt;br /&gt;She listens like spring and she talks like june, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did you sail across the sun&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that shes back from that soul vacation&lt;br /&gt;Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;She checks out mozart while she does tae-bo&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that theres time to grow, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that shes back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;Im afraid that she might think of me as plain ol jane&lt;br /&gt;Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And head back to the milky way&lt;br /&gt;And tell me, did venus blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;Was it everything you wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know youre wrong&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone&lt;br /&gt;Conversation&lt;br /&gt;The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And head back toward the milky way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me did you sail across the sun&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-4653323035185464251?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/4653323035185464251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=4653323035185464251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4653323035185464251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4653323035185464251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/10/drops-of-jupiter.html' title='Drops Of Jupiter'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' 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Today Ivory asked me to do this quiz/survey thing (whatever you might wanna refer it as) I did it and well it was kinda true (not the one I wrote but what I actually thought) See I was clever not to actually write what I was thinking about as no one knows yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here was how it went ;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;3) write a girl's name , the first name that comes to mind (do this first)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The person you have feelings for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)family member or best friend (same for 5 and 6 . Amount of family members/best friends not set) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;someone you care about&lt;/span&gt; . (I put Rachel Lee Sze Wei)&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;someone who cares about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. (Yudishtra Selvaratnam was my answer)&lt;br /&gt;6) Hazim Sazali (Ivory can't remember what this number represents)&lt;br /&gt;7)write another girl's name that comes to mind . (do this second) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This person is the person who you like/love but can't be with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)think of a song , any song (mine was "You'll Ask For Me" by Tyler Hilton) this is how you feel towards no.3&lt;br /&gt;9) (same as above ) chose "Truth" by Arashi . &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this is how you feel towards 7 and probably why you can't be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) (same as above) chose "Kiss Goodbye" by Lee Hom . &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How you see yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) (same as above) chose "No Ones Gonna Love You" by Band Of Horses) . &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How you see your life as.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't use 1 or 2 , I have no idea why . Goodluck people. Oh almost forgot , to see what they represent hold your mouse cursor and drag it over the whole post , its in a white font .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-917827813433625403?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/917827813433625403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=917827813433625403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/917827813433625403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/917827813433625403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/09/truth.html' title='Truth'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-7100027859313582524</id><published>2009-09-09T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:10:47.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss you good bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Baby, don't cry anymore, this scene is so familiar&lt;br /&gt;Tightly holding your hand, we are both unwilling to separate&lt;br /&gt;Every time I want to say something I instead preserve the silence&lt;br /&gt;Give me a minute to concentrate on admiring your beauty&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happiness complements sorrow, crossing paths within my heart at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Tears of frustration cannot measure the weight of love&lt;br /&gt;I cannot withdraw the love I already gave and I can't give you all the love I owe you&lt;br /&gt;Don't take along my heart to follow you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Every time we part ways, I am deeply defeated by you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I give up your tenderness, it is hard to release my pain&lt;br /&gt;Every time we part ways, Every time I kiss you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;at that moment I finally fully understand the taste of love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happiness complements sorrow, crossing paths within my heart at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Tears of frustration cannot measure the weight of love&lt;br /&gt;I cannot withdraw the love I already gave and I can't give you all the love I owe you&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand the truest taste of love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-8288788477544184454</id><published>2009-09-08T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:21:00.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow</title><content type='html'>It's always that way&lt;br /&gt;When you are sulking&lt;br /&gt;I hide the things that are important to me&lt;br /&gt;Because it is the same place each time&lt;br /&gt;I'll try going there first today and waiting there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seasons take the evening sun with them&lt;br /&gt;The shadows spot me and stretch out longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gazed at me with a surprised look on your face&lt;br /&gt;You suddenly pouted and looked outside&lt;br /&gt;You say, “Sorry”&lt;br /&gt;So I say, “Well then, come over here&lt;br /&gt;See, look, look&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows are on top of each other…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My umbrella crashes into yours so I can’t walk straight&lt;br /&gt;You look at me like that and laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll show you the same thing&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pout in the same way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laugh so gently&lt;br /&gt;This time, this space&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;You’re the most precious thing&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to pout&lt;br /&gt;Without even waiting for you to say sorry to me&lt;br /&gt;I kissed me gently…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here on I’ll be a bit selfish&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay for me to say this?&lt;br /&gt;But only to me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said it was too annoying&lt;br /&gt;Because you weren’t being yourself&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I can’t say it?&lt;br /&gt;“I love you…”&lt;br /&gt;Just those few words?&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to hear them sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Today you and I&lt;br /&gt;Added our names together&lt;br /&gt;The day our love sprouted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-8288788477544184454?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/8288788477544184454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=8288788477544184454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8288788477544184454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8288788477544184454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/09/rainbow.html' title='Rainbow'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-5455111767988782557</id><published>2009-09-06T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:03:11.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout/template</title><content type='html'>Still owe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Alia &lt;/span&gt;a lot for my previous header : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought it was getting old and boring and I'd freshen things up . Hopefully people like this one better . My weekend was kinda boring except for the fact that we managed to find 2 restaurants to choose from for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PRS&lt;/span&gt; hi-tea and having a simple get together to see my uncle,aunt and cousin off back to Stanford, Connecticut . Their flight leaves at 12 am later tomorrow. Wish them a safe flight home and hoped they enjoyed their (sort of) annual visit more than the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and pleasant for now . ba bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-5455111767988782557?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/5455111767988782557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=5455111767988782557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5455111767988782557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5455111767988782557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-layouttemplate.html' title='New layout/template'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1594490228589020128</id><published>2009-08-21T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:15:10.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lana: "What I don't understand is... you're willing to walk into bullets for me, but you're not willing to share what's inside. Clark, if you don't open up to the people that love you, you'll always be alone.I can't believe you want to spend your life like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark: "I may not have a choice." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lana: "You always have a choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Clark Kent is horribly stupid and totally unable to make a simple choice -_- I have no words for the character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1594490228589020128?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1594490228589020128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1594490228589020128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1594490228589020128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1594490228589020128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-dont-understand.html' title='I Don&apos;t Understand'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-2954315499441115012</id><published>2009-08-18T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:53:37.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usually How I Feel.</title><content type='html'>Second one in three days , equipment is still shitty :P and voice is as usual , unbearable . Neighbours might complain soon with the non-stop practising -_- any who , critics are welcome once again :D thanks for listening folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b990ed90f2b70562" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db990ed90f2b70562%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330056535%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A933612C41A757E90CC43DDD5B87F010E42BE85.412BC8F67BD0D95B30FF9FC38F89AF4384E0ABEC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db990ed90f2b70562%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg8ulWaVFIJB3Zje33P_Dk6vYJmU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db990ed90f2b70562%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330056535%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A933612C41A757E90CC43DDD5B87F010E42BE85.412BC8F67BD0D95B30FF9FC38F89AF4384E0ABEC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db990ed90f2b70562%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg8ulWaVFIJB3Zje33P_Dk6vYJmU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test first day = it was pretty good , English was fairly simple compared to other times . No weird confusing two answer questions .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Saturday , as its the first day of fasting for muslims :) hopefully we'll watch a movie on that day too . Sunday though , I'm getting my butt to Malacca with the extended family for a holiday for a couple of days .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-2954315499441115012?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/2954315499441115012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=2954315499441115012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2954315499441115012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2954315499441115012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/08/usually-how-i-feel.html' title='Usually How I Feel.'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-4618614042498067491</id><published>2009-08-15T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:43:36.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You.</title><content type='html'>Okai , decided I shouldn't just sit at home and play guitar while singing , might as well post it up , though its not a video just a recording :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a problem with my sound recording equipment so bear with the static or "white noise".Critics are welcome nonetheless , hope you enjoy :D tehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-76397c2f21c44a63" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/4618614042498067491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=4618614042498067491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4618614042498067491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4618614042498067491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-you.html' title='Missing You.'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-132114322885235849</id><published>2009-08-14T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:54:18.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doesn't bother you that he's so...&lt;/span&gt;" - Clark&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Different? If you really like someone you accept every part of them but you cant do that until their willing to share every part with you&lt;/span&gt;."-Lana&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think people like Byron keeps parts of them hidden so they don't scare people away&lt;/span&gt;."-Clark&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you wanna get close to someone you've gotta take that risk&lt;/span&gt;."-Lana&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if that risk is too big to take&lt;/span&gt;?"-Clark&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you might miss out on something that's pretty amazing&lt;/span&gt;."-Lana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;theirs sheer stupidity and sheer obviously-ness , thats both combined . If I had someone say that to me with a hidden meaning I'd jump at the opportunity and make my move already . Haih , TV shows make me so mad at times. Btw that was from Smallville not OneTreeHill :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.Watch the Cove ( http://thecovemovie.com/ ).You will be blown away.The things humans do make me sick , I knew they were happening but seeing it is another thing.Lets change PEOPLE, STOP CULLING.Read the articles and make yourself AWARE.Come on people , make a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-132114322885235849?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/132114322885235849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=132114322885235849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/132114322885235849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/132114322885235849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/08/opportunity.html' title='Opportunity'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-6188672742048793537</id><published>2009-08-12T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:51:38.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footnote</title><content type='html'>Few nights ago , I don't know why but I just discovered that love is divine in all its means. You'll only find it if you can find a needle in a haystack . There's been at least a dozen girls I've considered going for but I haven't been sure till now that it was most probably infatuation or just cause of their beauty . It wasn't the chemistry nor was it that very divine feeling , or was it? hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry between two people is obviously hard to attain seeing that we are all fairly different from each other . I should have maintained a clear course to achieve that and nothing else . Yeah its a plus if shes the most beautiful girl in the world but totally p.o.i.n.t.l.e.s.s. if she and I have no chemistry .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those out of the bunch were all great in their own ways . Their perky-ness , their similarities to P.S. &amp;amp; L.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on a personal note , I would like to say that guys should be forced into the ones initiating or acting first based on our gender biased world.Initiating is not something we're good at or particularly just me .Hey , aren't girls the ones' with their great world renowned intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end my bable-ing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note . Things are all fine in school , no major problems .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just have found Lex Luthor. Oh whells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-6188672742048793537?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/6188672742048793537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=6188672742048793537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6188672742048793537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6188672742048793537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/08/footnote.html' title='Footnote'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-3715942436943666322</id><published>2009-07-20T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:32:32.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find Yourself</title><content type='html'>Things to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acomplish&lt;/span&gt; by the end of the year :&lt;br /&gt;get at least 5 A's.perform 10 more times.get a new phone.be connected more.stay outta trouble.be more friendly.wait another 2 months.win a competition.do all my homework ._.have a good time at prefects dinner.get my guitar re-strung.stay happy (unless unavoidable).move.get a car.learn to PROPERLY drive a manual car , possibly my grandmothers old Honda Civic.tie up loose ends.dance. (this is for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.Get a part time job.make sure they end up together.go for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roadtrip&lt;/span&gt;.hug 10 more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ashraf&lt;/span&gt;,Daniel &amp;amp; myself) went to watch Transformers 2 (finally) at One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Utama&lt;/span&gt; . I arrived the earliest as always and wasted time at MPH , looking for good thrillers to eventually buy (when I have the cash) spent 10 minutes there before Daniel showed up . The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Que&lt;/span&gt; was pretty long , 30 people at the most , all getting tickets to Harry Potter (which was great for us) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; we booked in advance our seats got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;burn'd&lt;/span&gt; as someone bought it using the new credit card system .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; girl three times , she was in a purple sleeveless shirt and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ashraf&lt;/span&gt; immediately said "she's mine" (or something along those lines) . First time was while Daniel &amp;amp; I were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;queueing&lt;/span&gt; up , then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nik&lt;/span&gt; arrived and she vanished , second time was when we were lining up at the concession stand to get food/drinks , then lastly she sat RIGHT IN FRONT OF US , amazing I tell you . (if only one of us single guys had the guts to go up to her , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie as expected was full of action , I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why the critics blasted it for lack of plot . At least 2 hours of it was of things blowing up or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Autobot&lt;/span&gt; vs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Decepticon&lt;/span&gt; battles , which in my opinion is still MIND BLASTING : ) oh &amp;amp; Megan Fox on the bike &amp;amp; while running was the hottest thing on earth , seriously. Although , there were comical appeal like the parachute opening,the accidental &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;taser&lt;/span&gt; , the small Decepticon humping Megan Fox's leg &amp;amp; the hysterical screaming of that hispanic dude .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the Akouein facebook page has reached to an amazing 111 fans : ) hope it doubles by next month . Thats pretty much it , ttfn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7827430131497532988-3715942436943666322?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/3715942436943666322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=3715942436943666322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3715942436943666322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3715942436943666322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/07/find-yourself.html' title='Find Yourself'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-8706054947965711679</id><published>2009-07-12T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:32:19.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akouein = acoustic/hear in greek</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; IT WAS GREAT SUCCESS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling before the performance was gut wrenching , seriously &amp;amp; even worst there was no water : O , the canteen was closed and the caterer wasn't there yet , how convenient plus  my throat was dry from all the cheering and screaming lol . Luckily though backstage there were water bottles everywhere so I just grabbed one and well bottoms up : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say thanks firstly to AKOUEIN.&lt;br /&gt;Keefe,Howie,Ash Li, Gloria &amp;amp; Jin Hong , you all did awesome .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; secondly to all those people who liked the performance , because without you guys it wouldn't have been worth it going to Keefe's abode almost every week for 2 months or so ( the sleepover(s) was worth it though :D) , straining my voice , snapping guitar strings , getting guitars knocked too , remembering lyrics,notes &amp;amp; beats .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FOR THAT ARIGATO &amp;amp; be sure to be on the look out for more Akouein : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-8706054947965711679?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/8706054947965711679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=8706054947965711679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8706054947965711679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8706054947965711679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/07/akouein-acoustic-in-greek.html' title='Akouein = acoustic/hear in greek'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-3523989586796762984</id><published>2009-06-26T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:33:03.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drift Wood</title><content type='html'>I ain't running no more . Final word . Everytime I feel that we get close you drift away , and it never fails to happen . YOU are the one , not me . I wanna listen , I wanna be there for you butttt noooooo you wanna be silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that you appreciate me and I was a really good friend who cared and stuff . I still am , are you forgetting? tolong la , I've accepted us as what we are , FRIENDS . Now you wanna do this to me? please , have some decency .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our talks , but how often? the length in between was like a 3 weeks-a month ago . I listen and you listen thats how its supposed to go . There are times when I feel just lost , no single person to talk to , not even Yudish and your not there , what am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAVE ME HALEY JAMES SCOTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-3523989586796762984?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/3523989586796762984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=3523989586796762984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I wasn't who I was ,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't meet all ,&lt;br /&gt;Those people that I currently know,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; life would be more simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-3929073060795257288?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/3929073060795257288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=3929073060795257288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3929073060795257288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3929073060795257288'/><link 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/&gt;These days in the gallows&lt;br /&gt;I'm kneeling at the block&lt;br /&gt;With my neck outstretched&lt;br /&gt;And I should've stayed in the shallows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know me, I'm in too deep&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting for another me&lt;br /&gt;One that can change the pain of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Carry me through another day&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting for another me&lt;br /&gt;One in between the burn&lt;br /&gt;And the lessons learned&lt;br /&gt;'Cause being me ain't no way to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking law down at Murphy's Bar&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy hour on my own last call&lt;br /&gt;Calling me out on my living lie&lt;br /&gt;Looking for luck I can't even buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one chance at recovering&lt;br /&gt;What was lost&lt;br /&gt;And give me one shot at redemption&lt;br /&gt;At any cost&lt;br /&gt;Repair my way before it breaks me&lt;br /&gt;Don't break me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello did you notice me&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I'm crumbling down&lt;br /&gt;Tired of the same old same&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming to&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back around&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/7827430131497532988-5066614430957418291?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/5066614430957418291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=5066614430957418291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5066614430957418291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5066614430957418291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-me.html' title='Another Me'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-792159886653236444</id><published>2009-06-08T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:00:16.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUUUU Michael O'Donnell owns :D</title><content type='html'>When you're young everything feels like the end of the world. But it's not; it's just the beginning. You might have to meet a few more jerks, but one day you're gonna meet a boy who treats you the way you deserve to be treated. Like the sun rises and sets with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walau i tell you ah , the things script writers think of . They'd be the most romantic people around. I wanna say that to two people : | but I can't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-792159886653236444?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/792159886653236444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=792159886653236444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/792159886653236444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/792159886653236444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/06/houuuu-michael-odonnell-owns-d.html' title='HOUUUU Michael O&apos;Donnell owns :D'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-2221757812341067555</id><published>2009-06-07T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:46:24.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've seen a comet , twice but maybe I've been fooled</title><content type='html'>"The boy saw the comet and he felt as though his life had meaning. And when it went away, he waited his entire life for it to come back to him.&lt;br /&gt;It was more than just a comet because of what it brought to his life: direction, beauty, meaning. There were many who couldn't understand, and sometimes he walked among them. But even in his darkest hours, he knew in his heart that someday it would return to him, and his world would be whole again... And his belief in God and love and art would be re-awakened in his heart."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-2221757812341067555?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/2221757812341067555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=2221757812341067555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2221757812341067555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2221757812341067555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-seen-comet-twice-but-maybe-ive-been.html' title='I&apos;ve seen a comet , twice but maybe I&apos;ve been fooled'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1323998977974198880</id><published>2009-06-05T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:27:59.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah its happening again ._. shizitsss</title><content type='html'>It's looking like a limb torn off&lt;br /&gt;Or altogether just taken apart&lt;br /&gt;We're reeling through an endless fall&lt;br /&gt;We are the ever-living ghost of what once was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna love you more than I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anything to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;It is a better side of you to admire&lt;br /&gt;But they should never take so long&lt;br /&gt;Just to be over then back to another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna love you more than I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someone,&lt;br /&gt;They could have warned you&lt;br /&gt;When things start splitting at the seams and now&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing's tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;Things start splitting at the seams and now&lt;br /&gt;If things start splitting at the seams and now,&lt;br /&gt;It's tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;You are the ever-living ghost of what once was&lt;br /&gt;I never want to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That you'd be better off&lt;br /&gt;Or you liked it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one is ever gonna love you more than I do&lt;br /&gt;No one's gonna love you more than I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someone&lt;br /&gt;They should have warned you&lt;br /&gt;When things start splitting at the seams and now&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing's tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;Things start splitting at the seams and now&lt;br /&gt;If things start splitting at the seams and now,&lt;br /&gt;It's tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how I am feeling now , sadly you aren't there for me : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1323998977974198880?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1323998977974198880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1323998977974198880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1323998977974198880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1323998977974198880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-yeah-its-happening-again-shizitsss.html' title='Oh yeah its happening again ._. shizitsss'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-4602803021273155832</id><published>2009-06-04T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:17:37.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADORABLE :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/SihV_y6udoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/N1bD1c7-WgQ/s1600-h/ATT00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 387px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/SihV_y6udoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/N1bD1c7-WgQ/s320/ATT00013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343615512363300482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has to be fake cause even I can't do this :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-4602803021273155832?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/4602803021273155832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=4602803021273155832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4602803021273155832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4602803021273155832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/06/adorable-d.html' title='ADORABLE :D'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/SihV_y6udoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/N1bD1c7-WgQ/s72-c/ATT00013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-5353683207703304661</id><published>2009-05-24T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:30:41.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Position In High School.Which One Are You? (did this again cause it conincides with my poll)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you ever wonder how long it takes to change a life a measure of time is enough to be life altering is it like 4 years in high school or 1 year, nightly rock tour,can your life change in a month or a week or a single day, we're always in a hurry to grow up to get to places to get ahead but when your young one hour can change everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not, you are who your class mates see you as. But here's the good news, that's gonna change soon. Because pretty soon, you're going to be going out into that big wide world, and you can erase all those labels. Now, for some of you, shedding this image is going to be, uh, a great thing. And for some of you, not such a great thing. But what matters is that you know who you really are. And you know how you want the world to see you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Say There Are Five Universal Terms To Describe Everyone In High School.Lets Say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jock,Prom Queen,Geek,Loner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,and "&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendly&lt;/em&gt;" = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Slut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.Which One Are You and I??Decided For Yourself &amp;amp; For Me.This &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; Be Life Altering.Please leave Your answers on the comments.Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-5353683207703304661?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/5353683207703304661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=5353683207703304661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5353683207703304661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5353683207703304661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/05/position-in-high-schoolwhich-one-are.html' title='Position In High School.Which One Are You? (did this again cause it conincides with my poll)'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-6361048848870965197</id><published>2009-05-21T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:08:20.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Porn Is Slow , You Blog :D</title><content type='html'>that was a joke btw ._. lets not judge LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder if you even know&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful the way you glow&lt;br /&gt;Here when you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Get closer maybe in a while&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know how to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;When I'm close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;To run with me under the stars&lt;br /&gt;Show me the girl that you really are&lt;br /&gt;When no one's watching&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;To dance like you've never been hurt&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a secret that no one's heard&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;You alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the sun to rise&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Fall into my arms&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of giving anything away&lt;br /&gt;When you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;Just be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;To run with me under the stars&lt;br /&gt;Show me the girl that you really are&lt;br /&gt;When no one's watching&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;To dance like you've never been hurt&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a secret that no one's heard&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;And you alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's wild&lt;br /&gt;And it's wild&lt;br /&gt;How you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;And where you take me when you're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;To run with me under the stars&lt;br /&gt;Show me the girl that you really are&lt;br /&gt;When no one's watching&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;To dance like you've never been hurt&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a secret that no one's heard&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;And you alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want you&lt;br /&gt;I Want You You You I Want You&lt;br /&gt;You Alone Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I Want you&lt;br /&gt;I Want You, You you&lt;br /&gt;I Want you&lt;br /&gt;You Alone Tonight &lt;i&gt;[x3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-6361048848870965197?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/6361048848870965197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=6361048848870965197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6361048848870965197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6361048848870965197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-porn-is-slow-you-blog-d.html' title='When Porn Is Slow , You Blog :D'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1981287559601403117</id><published>2009-05-18T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:10:11.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday We'll Know</title><content type='html'>I did this before &amp;amp; imma' do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 miles outside chicago&lt;br /&gt;Cant stop driving&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why&lt;br /&gt;So many questions&lt;br /&gt;I need an answer&lt;br /&gt;Two years later&lt;br /&gt;You're still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to emilia earhart&lt;br /&gt;Who holds the stars up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Is true love once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Did the captain of the titanic cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Someday well know&lt;br /&gt;If love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Someday well know&lt;br /&gt;Why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Someday well know&lt;br /&gt;Why I wasnt meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know the way to Atlantis&lt;br /&gt;Or what the wind says when she cries&lt;br /&gt;Im speeding by the place where I met you&lt;br /&gt;For the 97th time tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday well know&lt;br /&gt;If love can move a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Someday well know&lt;br /&gt;Why the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;Someday well know&lt;br /&gt;Why I wasnt meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday well know&lt;br /&gt;Why samson loved delilah&lt;br /&gt;One day Ill go&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Someday youll know&lt;br /&gt;That I was the one for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;I watched the stars crash in the sea&lt;br /&gt;If I could ask God just one question&lt;br /&gt;Why arent you here with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday well know&lt;br /&gt;Why sampson loved delilah&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll go&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll know&lt;br /&gt;That I was the one for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1981287559601403117?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1981287559601403117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1981287559601403117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1981287559601403117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1981287559601403117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/05/someday-well-know.html' title='Someday We&apos;ll Know'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-7503292378261264086</id><published>2009-05-17T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:07:01.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" name="qt0401998"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Landon&lt;/span&gt;: Jamie has faith in me. She makes me want to be different, better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Landon&lt;/span&gt;: All I know is... you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you what , if you want your star , you'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                 : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Promise me though , you'll always watch out for 11 : 11 no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-7503292378261264086?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/7503292378261264086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=7503292378261264086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/7503292378261264086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/7503292378261264086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-281036784581175924</id><published>2009-05-15T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:14:28.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Skrehmani Neil Gaiman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-281036784581175924?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/281036784581175924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=281036784581175924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/281036784581175924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/281036784581175924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/05/love.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-893355433857539569</id><published>2009-05-14T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:39:05.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guy That Says Goodbye To You</title><content type='html'>You don't need to change&lt;br /&gt;A thing about you babe&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you from where I sit&lt;br /&gt;You're one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships I dont know why&lt;br /&gt;They never work out and they make you cry&lt;br /&gt;But the guy that says goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;is out of his mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been down and I need your help&lt;br /&gt;I've been feelin' sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;Don't hesitate to boost my confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've been lost and I need direction&lt;br /&gt;I could use a little love protection&lt;br /&gt;What you say honey come to my defense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand up for you if it's what you need&lt;br /&gt;And I can take a punch, I don't mind to bleed&lt;br /&gt;As long as afterwards you feel bad for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me all of your attention&lt;br /&gt;I've got deep desire and it needs quenching&lt;br /&gt;I that's pretty lame for you to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well enough about me and more about you&lt;br /&gt;Because that'd be the gentlemanly thing to do&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like your men sweet and nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was done with telling you&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't nearly halfway through&lt;br /&gt;I've got a few more things Id like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont need to change&lt;br /&gt;A thing about you babe&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you from where I sit&lt;br /&gt;You're one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships I dont know why&lt;br /&gt;They never work out and they make you cry&lt;br /&gt;But the guy that says goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;is out of his mind, his mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always did kinda drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;And it pissed me off cuz I let it phase me&lt;br /&gt;But I never wanted my time with you to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back in town for a day or two&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I came back just to see you&lt;br /&gt;And even now, I dont want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont need to change&lt;br /&gt;A thing about you babe&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you from where I sit&lt;br /&gt;You're one of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships I dont know why&lt;br /&gt;They never work out and they make you cry&lt;br /&gt;But the guy that says goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;is out of his mind         &lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-893355433857539569?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/893355433857539569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=893355433857539569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/893355433857539569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/893355433857539569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/05/guy-that-says-goodbye-to-you.html' title='The Guy That Says Goodbye To You'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-7336248794767445679</id><published>2009-05-12T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:33:19.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You told me a story</title><content type='html'>Someone believed me when I said "Make a wish and place it in your heart" thing is I don't believe in wishes being fulfilled, well not anymore since I've been wanting alot of things and they aren't just strolling along. I watched "YES ! MAN" just now , learnt from it I suppose .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have to share is huge... and I want to share it with you. - Carl Allen (Jim Carrey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Terrence Bundley&lt;/b&gt;: YES! Say it a million times. Then say it a million more. And the word you will have said two million times is...&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;looks around and sees everyone at the seminar is naked&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Terrence Bundley&lt;/b&gt;: Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes People&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;while covering themselves up as best they can&lt;/i&gt;] YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Anwar says "FACE YOUR FEAR lobe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tell you what , I think I will at one moment in time. YES ! YES ! YES ! YES ! YES !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-7336248794767445679?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/7336248794767445679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=7336248794767445679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/7336248794767445679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/7336248794767445679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-told-me-story.html' title='You told me a story'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-530020842525210193</id><published>2009-05-10T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:26:57.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Beautiful</title><content type='html'>So long , sayonara . I'm done , I've wasted enough time . Fook love , seriously . Its a total waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;Bye elephant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-530020842525210193?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/530020842525210193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=530020842525210193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/530020842525210193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/530020842525210193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/05/bye-bye-beautiful.html' title='Bye Bye Beautiful'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-4875284327710319855</id><published>2009-05-09T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:34:37.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking &amp;amp; have decided that I'll continue to live in regret and fear or her soon knowing , finding out from someone else but thing is I can't control things . I don't wanna do this again like I did 3 years ago with "Lisah" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just friends now obviously ("Lisah" &amp;amp; I") and things will stay that way I suppose . I hate watching romantic shows/movies/videos now because I know that I can't find that . Being loved . Easy to love hard to be loved I suppose ._. I will shaddap now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-4875284327710319855?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/4875284327710319855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=4875284327710319855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4875284327710319855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4875284327710319855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/05/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-4966024813274749527</id><published>2009-05-09T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:03:34.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>"I'm very easy to please" - I.L.&lt;br /&gt;my reaction to that was "WHAZAT!???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"11:11 MAKE A WISH!!" - I.L.&lt;br /&gt;reaction = "errr ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I need to gain weight , in the right places" I.L.&lt;br /&gt;reaction = LOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she thinks shes not funnay :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-4966024813274749527?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/4966024813274749527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=4966024813274749527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4966024813274749527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4966024813274749527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/05/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-6375745333321682456</id><published>2009-05-06T20:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:10:16.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 16th , Woman !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/SgF95czyRtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UjNPTLHQdrw/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/SgF95czyRtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UjNPTLHQdrw/s320/DSC00813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332681859722790610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that person in the photo is Miss Ivory Lim Wan Li &amp;amp; yes (once again) shes turned an AMAZING 16 LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IVORY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make a wish and place it in your heart... anything you want, everything you want.  Do you have it?  Good, now believe it can come true.  You never know where the next miracle is gonna come from, the next smile, the next wish come true.  But if you believe that it's right around the corner, and you open your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of it... you just might get the thing you're wishing for.  The world is full of magic, you just have to believe in it.  So make your wish; do you have it?  Good.  Now believe in it... with all your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;May that wish of yours however long you've wished for it come true today as its your birthday &amp;amp; 11:11 + your birthday = the great power of WISHFULNESS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7827430131497532988-6375745333321682456?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/6375745333321682456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=6375745333321682456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6375745333321682456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6375745333321682456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/05/yo.html' title='Happy 16th , Woman !'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/SgF95czyRtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UjNPTLHQdrw/s72-c/DSC00813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1373440758753225942</id><published>2009-04-23T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:40:26.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution Of Lee</title><content type='html'>Ivory's idea , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Have you ever kissed an ex after you two broke up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Haven't been in a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What are you planning on doing after this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Checklist the things I need to bring for camp and whether or not I have em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Who are your last four texts from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad , Ash Li and Keefe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you currently have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hicky&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;WAT... no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Miss anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people , Uncle in particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;How many people are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;When was the last time you really laughed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A while ago :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with J?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Anybody your looking forward to seeing soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you trust all your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Some , minimal value I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Did the one person that hurt you most in your life apologize?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of times , You can ask her yourself , ASH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LIII&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;AHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Whats something you really want right now, be honest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I want her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you miss the way things use to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes , life used to be so much easier. No injuries , no people passing away , and not caring about things we shouldn't be caring about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nope not at the current point of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Last time you smiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kut&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Are you usually wide awake in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Most of the times yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Was it a boy or a girl to call you last? How old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Guy, 16. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yudishtra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Selvaratnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What is on your bed right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;comforter, bag for camp , a belt , pillows , a shirt , a towel and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Who did you last hug? When?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Err I have to think this through , people don't usually hug me nor vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;. I think it'll be a dude but it was a bro-hug &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;When was the last time you went to the mall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Lama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kut&lt;/span&gt;... few weeks back if memory serves me right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Are you happy where you are relationship-wise now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I am currently single , and looking *wink to all the ladies* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What was the first thing you thought this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I thought what day it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Who are you expecting a call from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm not expecting calls but texts from people at 12 O'clock because its "the thing that shall not be mentioned" day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;AHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;How are you feeling right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Imma&lt;/span&gt; happy as a boy can be ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; that makes me gay right? oh shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Black/Dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Will you talk to someone on the phone tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; , maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; if he calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you fall for people easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Err my brain has the three years thing and its the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year so I suppose if the gap is 3 years I am O.o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Would it hurt seeing the person you like kiss someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ever been called heartless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;EH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;MANA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;BOLEH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;takda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;laaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Where do you want to go now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;To my room to re-check stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;At home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Is there anything that you're looking forward to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of things , tomorrow especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;If so, what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Prefects camp,PARTY OVER "THERE",&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Ketua&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Penolong&lt;/span&gt; camp if I can go,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;IU&lt;/span&gt; Day is a def and Keefe's house warming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you often share your feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Not really , gotta do it more though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you hate your recent ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;SAYA&lt;/span&gt; SINGLE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;TAK&lt;/span&gt; ADA EX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Last thing you drank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What is the last thing you said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Imma&lt;/span&gt; set it on silent , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Are you happy right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;YAH&lt;/span&gt; MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I honestly don't know... could be tomorrow for all I know :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you think you’ll be married in 10 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Did you have a good day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;OK &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;How many children do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;4 , the first hopefully is a boy so I can go all basketball crazy on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What are your plans for the weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;CAMP MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;If you could move right now would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I've always wanted to move to America but I don't see the good of that at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Are you happy with the way things are going now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Yeashhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you like being in pictures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;not REALLY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What are you supposed to be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ever been in an ambulance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Is your heart broken right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;You tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What are you looking forward to in the next month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;IU&lt;/span&gt; day auditions,CAMP &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;BETCHES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Have you kissed anyone in the past week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;TAK&lt;/span&gt; LA , stupid question ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you believe in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yeah but I've never been loved :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you think relationships are even worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes , give people chances if not you'd be regretting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you have trust issues?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;HELL YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What were you doing at 7am this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;In the car talking to dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you wish someone was dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;NOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you curse in front of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes , they don't mind though... as long as I'm not cursing them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What's your favorite season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Winter :) I like the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming kut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Is the last person you kissed older than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mummy , DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Where did you first kiss the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Will this weekend be a good one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Going for camp , you tell me ahhahahaha&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Most definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Is it easy for someone to make you smile/laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Yahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hold hands with anyone today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Two feelings at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Happy &amp;amp; excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Are you a jealous person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;HO , my friends can answer this for you LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Anything you'd like to say to someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;If only , If only : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What do you have tattooed on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I want my jersey number tattooed on me HAHAHA&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Are you taller than your mum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you sleep on your stomach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Normally I sleep on my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Have you ever broken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes. I'm very sorry since I know how it feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;You're all that I have - Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Next time you will kiss someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she gives me the chance HAHAHAHa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Who are the people you would do anything for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Family and close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Are you happy with your life at the the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;It's fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;What is something you disliked about your day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Have you ever read an entire book in one day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm a slow reader , I like to enjoy my time reading :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;If you could move to africa, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Africa? NOO America? Yes HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Are you picky about who you give your number to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Not really , unless their really annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;If your bestfriend was kicked out, would your parents let him/her live with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I hope so , and It hopefully will be the same the other way around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Do you wish somebody would call you? And why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes but not while I'm sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Have you ever seen your bestfriend cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Have you ever thrown your cell phone in anger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Yes but on my bed so it had a "soft" landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;When was the last time you cried really hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Are you good at hiding your feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Not really , people can tell when I'm pissed, need to work on that more laa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1373440758753225942?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1373440758753225942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1373440758753225942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1373440758753225942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1373440758753225942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/04/evolution-of-lee.html' title='Evolution Of Lee'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1985929733132812242</id><published>2009-04-23T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:08:38.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CrapoMotionInMotion O.o WHAT YOU SAY?</title><content type='html'>I've just finished packing (or so I think) got all them weird things , including a blindfold (improvised using my OLD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taekwan&lt;/span&gt;-Do belt) , potatoes ._. , aluminium foil and all the toiletries &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprising to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; gonna be this "non Chinese basketball competition" which the team will be spearheaded by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unbelieveable&lt;/span&gt; dribbling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fazlan&lt;/span&gt; :D , the Finess of Nadhil , the shooting of Azril , the shear WHITE-NESS of the Gui Lo=James Robinson and the Defensive dominance of me (MUAHAHAHHA) Pn Tan asked Fazlan to handle the names and stuff but he had to hand it down to me since he was busy with PRS . LOL . I was trilled I suppose to go around finding people who could at least dribble a ball besides those already mentioned .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda "excited" for camp , hopefully I can sleep tonight . Oh anddd I'm really happy about Yudish's decision to organise something for me next week Saturday at his place lol . Arigato , Boss i've known for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really comes to mind now , so Imma stop now . See you all when I get back : ) , wish me luck hahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1985929733132812242?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1985929733132812242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1985929733132812242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1985929733132812242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1985929733132812242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/04/crapomotioninmotion-oo-what-you-say.html' title='CrapoMotionInMotion O.o WHAT YOU SAY?'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-7449944126143256258</id><published>2009-04-18T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:56:55.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Loved You Since</title><content type='html'>Although she may be cute , &lt;br /&gt;She's just a substitute,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the perfect one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-7449944126143256258?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/7449944126143256258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=7449944126143256258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/7449944126143256258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/7449944126143256258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-loved-you-since.html' title='I Have Loved You Since'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-4094341255297212059</id><published>2009-04-18T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T12:12:48.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible jersey numbers for next year :D</title><content type='html'>I'd like to be able to choose from 5,6,9 and 12 :D thankiu very much.&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys please feel free to roam around my blog as there's more than just posts , I've got my poll , music and ect :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kinda bored so I'm being random .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefects camp is next week y'all . It'll be a first for me , from what I heard you usually get cream,toothpaste and other weird substances on your face while on the bus and while sleeping (I'm on Azril's bus which supposedly means we're all gonna be done for :O ) while on the other hand my room mates will be Imran, Sanjiv ,  Nicolas , &amp;amp; Clinton . Not so shabby I might say . We were all lucky except for Daniel to get Derrick O.o *I feel for you brother*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll be a great trip and me being able to "fit" into that crowd : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-4094341255297212059?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/4094341255297212059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=4094341255297212059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4094341255297212059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4094341255297212059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/04/possible-jersey-numbers-for-next-year-d.html' title='Possible jersey numbers for next year :D'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1777429390118882182</id><published>2009-04-15T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:20:42.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry , its all right</title><content type='html'>*deep sigh* last weekend has brought its toll down on me . My uncle Lee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seng&lt;/span&gt; passed away on Saturday 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; April 2009 , it hit me considerably hard as he was always kind hearted even though he always nagged us about safety he was only thinking of us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I made our way to grandmother's house to see him and give support to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;poe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;poe&lt;/span&gt; aka grandma (as we call it , laugh and I'll fucking smack your head) . Since he was 53 there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;possilibity&lt;/span&gt; of having to do a autopsy but thanks to the understanding of the police Sargent of the Police Department at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt; Travers we didn't need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;desrespect&lt;/span&gt; my grandmothers wishes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Dad and I went for his service at Nirvana Memorial Centre on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jln&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sungai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Besi&lt;/span&gt; , this was my second unfortunate experience at a Chinese service . Arrived at 6 PM , greeted everyone there including uncle's friends, family friends and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.We were told the basic things we had to do , such as going around the coffin as many times wanted and offering a flower (yellow lily) to him by placing it in a glass bowl filled with water.I was the only non religious participant.We all had to pay respect by having 4 rituals each lasting about 30 minutes or so and having a break of about the same time in between. We started at 7 and ended at 11 .His service lasted two days before finally cremating him at Shah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Alam&lt;/span&gt; Memorial Garden/Cremation centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Tuesday) we all made our way to the parlour at 7 AM to say our final goodbyes' and pay our last respects .I cried as the last service was held before transporting him to Shah Alam.Our mode of transportation was by bus .Reached there about 12 + PM and we all sat down.He coffin was loaded on to the girdle and we all said a prayer.I cried alot more this time.Being the eldest nephew (he didn't have children nor was he married) I had the "honour" of being the urn carrier as we made our way to Semenyih to "earn his place" at the compartment , I was scared of course as I am very clumsy (I remember when Uncle referred to me as clumsy number 2 :( . Thankfully I didn't drop it and everything went smoothly . Payed respect to grandfather while we were there and we went to have early dinner .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the chance to properly say goodbye to Uncle Seng but I hope he'll be the same ol' person where every he is . Thanks for the memories Uncle Seng , I'm sorry for everything :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1777429390118882182?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1777429390118882182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1777429390118882182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1777429390118882182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1777429390118882182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/04/cry-its-all-right.html' title='Cry , its all right'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-4065925325010088374</id><published>2009-03-27T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:38:17.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMK SUPER HANDSOME/SUPER HERO :D</title><content type='html'>Well lets see yeah , so far things have been great with the occurrence of my starting of probation for prefects (I'm not really trilled about this though it'll help me with my scholarship) and our 3-0 streak in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSSKL&lt;/span&gt; Basketball . We played against formidable opponents but we drew better this year compared to last years U-15 team (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bandar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Petaling&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SMK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bandar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; and Confucian) with this years opponents (Royal Military College , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SMK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Desa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Petaling&lt;/span&gt; , and last but not least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SMKTTDI&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's team though consist of 6 form fours' (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fazlan&lt;/span&gt;,Kyle,Jerry,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Swee&lt;/span&gt;,Ian and I) and 6 form fives' (Gian Yang,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chun&lt;/span&gt; Kit,Kai Vern,Alex,Vincent, and Shaun Hon) where else our U-15 team consist of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; juniors (which I can't remember their names but I'll try anyway) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Chun&lt;/span&gt; Tuck,Lee,Abel,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Wern&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Wun&lt;/span&gt; Han,Kai Ye,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Federick&lt;/span&gt;,Shawn,Sam,Tom,Tuck and Jeff (HALLELUJAH I managed to finish it by asking Jerry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the U-15 made it further than we did last year :D thanks to Kai Ye and the clutch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Federick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOLOL&lt;/span&gt;.Props to them all the way through, we'll be following the under 15's on Monday while on Tuesday we're having a Quarter final match against *insert unknown candidate*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday,28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ching&lt;/span&gt; Ming today , left the house around 9 while meeting up at grandmother's house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Damansara&lt;/span&gt; . The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ooi's&lt;/span&gt; (Dad's sister's family) arrived late as usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; , made our way by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;accomodating&lt;/span&gt; two cars , the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Unser&lt;/span&gt; and Toyota . Separated the old from the "new" with most of the younger kids sitting in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Unser&lt;/span&gt; and the "old" ones being in the Toyota :) arrived around 11.40 AM and started the whole paying respects ritual , after seeking guidance from Granddad we all got back in our respective cars and were off to eat lunch . Had fish,rice,lemon chicken,prawn fritters,soup, and some veggies . Uncle Philip sent us back to Grandma's place and waited for Dad to go to the loo , while waiting though grandma and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; gave me money :D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt; . Made our ways back and showered as I smelled like jaw sticks and ate while waiting for earth hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie , Keefe and I were supposed to be at Keefe's but due to Howie's impromptu dinner at his cousins we couldn't jam and sleepover (kinda a downer) BUT we all managed to hantam Bryan for his ignorance about an hour to raise awareness of the Earth .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Itu sahaja untuk sekarang , thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-4065925325010088374?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/4065925325010088374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=4065925325010088374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4065925325010088374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4065925325010088374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/03/smk-super-handsomesuper-hero-d.html' title='SMK SUPER HANDSOME/SUPER HERO :D'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1114476871115097545</id><published>2009-03-10T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:07:04.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single? &amp; Wanting More?</title><content type='html'>I'm wasting my brain power here , sitting down and thinking of love ._. annoying as it may sound most people my age don't really capture the word as what its supposed to be. Eventually every couple I know has broken it off at least once (NO BRAIN-ER) I even know two people who thought it'd be "cool" to be an item for THIRTY MINUTES *smacks head*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel its as though I'm cursed to have feelings for someone for at least three years before thinking it thoroughly , example A &amp;amp; Li Sah* ._. (A doesn't really count since it was primary weird ass hormones shit). Anywho this time its someone different and yet fairly similiar to Li Sah* but the thing is I'M REPEATING THIS STUPID SHIT THAT I DID THE PREVIOUS TIME -_- *SMACKS HEAD WITH DEADLY BLUNT OBJECT* and still I get jealous seeing other people taking to her , WHEN I DON'T HAVE THE BALLS TO DO THE SAME ==" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm doing now? watching Leyton videos , WHICH DOES NOT HELP WHAT SO EVER . *SMACKS HEAD AGAIN WITH DEADLY BLUNT OBJECT* Yes I'm desperate , kill me bastards. I'm gonna sit down (I already am) and think things through , whether to continue being a mesirable idiot who doesn't react in anyway ,  JUST SHADDAP AND DO SOMETHING or convince myself feelings are for idiots . That is all. Good Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1114476871115097545?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1114476871115097545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1114476871115097545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1114476871115097545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1114476871115097545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/03/single-wanting-more.html' title='Single? &amp; Wanting More?'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-2954292122820883110</id><published>2009-03-09T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:18:11.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotation : D</title><content type='html'>" Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always. A promise. Like a reward for persisting through life so long alone. A belief in each other and the possibility of love. A decision to ignore, simply rise above the pain of the past. A covenant, which at once binds two souls and yet severs prior ties. A celebration of the chance taken and the challenge that lies ahead. For two will always be stronger than one, like a team braced against the tempest civil world. And love will always be the guiding force in our lives. For tonight is mere formality. Only an announcement to the world of feelings long held. Promises made long ago. In the sacred spaces of our hearts."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-2954292122820883110?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/2954292122820883110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=2954292122820883110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2954292122820883110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2954292122820883110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/03/quotation-d.html' title='Quotation : D'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1287939764761288962</id><published>2009-03-06T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:27:32.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me What You Wished For , Please ?</title><content type='html'>This is directed at "elephant" . Thats all I have to say : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, tell me you know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you figured me out&lt;br /&gt;Something gave it away&lt;br /&gt;It would be such a beautiful moment&lt;br /&gt;To see the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;To know that I know that you know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby that’s a case of my wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;You know nothing&lt;br /&gt;Well, you and I&lt;br /&gt;Why, we go carrying on for hours on end&lt;br /&gt;We get along much better&lt;br /&gt;Than you and your boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I really wanna do is love you&lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;br /&gt;But I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long, can I go on like this,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;Before I rightly explode?&lt;br /&gt;Well, this double life I lead isn’t healthy for me&lt;br /&gt;In fact it makes me nervous&lt;br /&gt;If I get caught I could be risking it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause maybe there’s a lot that I miss&lt;br /&gt;In case I’m wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really wanna do is love you&lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should be so bold&lt;br /&gt;I’d ask you to hold my heart in your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you from the start how I’ve longed to be your man&lt;br /&gt;But I never said a word&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m gonna miss my chance again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I really wanna do is love you&lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t say it after all we’ve been through&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;I think it might kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want to do is feel you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a way to you if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;It might kill me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1287939764761288962?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1287939764761288962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1287939764761288962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1287939764761288962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1287939764761288962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/03/tell-me-what-you-wished-for-please.html' title='Tell Me What You Wished For , Please ?'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-8412926393427556994</id><published>2009-03-01T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:48:33.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 : 11 (Make A Wish &amp; Place It In Your Heart)</title><content type='html'>"Make a wish and place it in your heart. Anything you want, everything you want. Do you have it? Good. Now believe it can come true. You never know where the next miracle is going to come from. The next smile, the next wish come true. But if you believe that it’s right around the corner, and you open up your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of it, you just might get the thing you’re wishing for. The world is full of magic. You just have to believe in it. So make your wish. Do you have it? Good. Now believe in it, with all of your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I had a blast the two consecutive weekends spent at Keefe's (both with the initial intention of NOT sleeping over , nevertheless we still slept over : D ) . *Not all information on the events that occurred during the two nights will be disclosed as mischief and "gay"-humour was present , however I can tell you the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt; bits of the night(s) *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched football (last week with Manchester United winning &amp;amp; with this week Liverpool losing , how sweet it is to see that and Keefe's immediate reaction of saying and I quote "Liverpool sucks *switches off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; and throws the controller* " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt; , watched the famous Blue Man Group (ON BLUE-RAY IN KEEFE'S AV ROOM , YES  HIS OWN AV ROOM) , called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hazim&lt;/span&gt;,Ashli (also because she wasn't present to jam with us),Mae Yin through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; to show them the awesomeness of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ong's&lt;/span&gt; residence . We also ordered fast food during the late night (2 am the first time and 6 am the second) , had interesting conversations while dining (Keefe's mother is hilarious) , locked Howie in the attic (yes Keefe's room has an attic , our theory is its to hide girls if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ong&lt;/span&gt; comes unannounced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made several recordings of our "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;misbehaving" selfs (jamming to both decent and weird ass songs , one in particular is on youtube as we speak&lt;/span&gt; ,easily excessable at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDHDiHXcOvI&lt;br /&gt;We did it as an impromptu performance so please be nice while judging . Others will not be able for viewing without my written consent because it has something discrediting me in it *JENG JENG JENG*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today though we slept at 1 AM ish and woke up around 6 AM ish while the previous week we slept at 4 AM ish and woke up about 8 AM ish lol.Also , we went on a long and almost never ending journey to get tickets for Jason Mraz  (I wanna know who else is going for the concert), with arguments and disagreements along the way with the addition of "someone" not showing up to buy our Sunburst tickets(causing us to go bonkers , we harrassed the alleged person till he wanted to "lawyer" up LOL (the tickets are still up for sale btw , ask Howie or I for the price if interested).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then talked about the possiblity of having ANOTHER one next week (His mom will start to hate us soon LOL for disturbing her so many times during the weekend HAHAHAHA) and asking girl(s) to join in :P since he has TWO guest rooms :D  he he he he. Nothing else comes to mind so I shall stop here , bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-8412926393427556994?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/8412926393427556994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=8412926393427556994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8412926393427556994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8412926393427556994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/03/11-11-make-wish-place-it-in-your-heart.html' title='11 : 11 (Make A Wish &amp; Place It In Your Heart)'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-449336704815174442</id><published>2009-01-24T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:53:53.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai and Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>I feel more different and alienated day by day especially in class. I'm never in one specific "group" always in the middle , with Yudish gone I don't have a person to talk to... not just empty conversation , more like one to one talk . He would always be there to snip comments about people but now theres no more , its not that I don't have friends its just different , form 3 was so much easier , being monitor is definitely not child's play . Things aren't easy at home either ... alot of changes to come , we'll see how everything comes to play .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball tryouts weren't running around in a ball park either , Jerry over heard only two form 4's will make the cut , having said that chances of being the two are slim to none . My knee hasn't healed well too -_- I'm taking a break from basketball for a while 1-2 months at the least... well not playing seriously , won't mind helping people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class is fine I suppose . Ian is still the same -_- acting like a  monkey , trying to pull white hair . Alot of homework for the holidays , I'll get to that later today or tomorrow , finish that up and then its Ang Pau time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-449336704815174442?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/449336704815174442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=449336704815174442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/449336704815174442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/449336704815174442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-xi-fa-cai-and-happy-holidays.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai and Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-688089392752118644</id><published>2009-01-11T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:21:27.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That Its All Behind  Me, Reminds Me, To Move On</title><content type='html'>WHOO , first week has been a bore . Miss out on the last two days with food poisoning... darn bananas and otai hot dog  :@ anyway I've started reading and doing weights again... thought that happening (the latter) finished "FEAR" which I bought in mid march and didn't pick up till now , currently reading "The Chinaman" YAH my nickname is a book :D MUAHAHAHA . I'm taking Lit as an extra sub this year , Pn Yong was an aswesome teacher so I'm expecting the same for this subject . Oh yeah and I got appointed class monitor -_- , Daniel is pushing me to become a prefect , Affiah wants me to join drama club -_- and others want me to join the ED board O.o CRAZY... too much responsibilities . Well we're form 4 already anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is still turning, the fire is still burning , So move on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-688089392752118644?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/688089392752118644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=688089392752118644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/688089392752118644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/688089392752118644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-that-its-all-behind-me-reminds-me.html' title='Now That Its All Behind  Me, Reminds Me, To Move On'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-3464039083861599821</id><published>2009-01-06T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:22:08.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be ?</title><content type='html'>No it's not . First two days of school have been dizzy , new to the whole upper form thing , oh found out something interesting today and I guess I accept it . Pluto is *no comment* , I'm not gonna waste my time anymore , feel free to batter in your lovey dovey ambience . Time to say goodbye  , I gave you my life and you said nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-3464039083861599821?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/3464039083861599821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=3464039083861599821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3464039083861599821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3464039083861599821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-your-life-is-it-everything-you.html' title='This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be ?'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-5909694684108984501</id><published>2009-01-04T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:31:19.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Your Life , Are You Who You Want To Be?</title><content type='html'>Spent the last two days of the holiday with Yudish , talked alot about memories,change and his moving to Apiit . It'll definitely be different without him no doubt , several others are leaving too . We spent yesterday by intending to cut our hair but the place was fully booked for the day so we decided today instead , but without falter I still went to his place . We swam , ate and other things :) then today was pretty much the same except we added cutting hair to the equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about education , sports , and life in general . It's really time to step up this year , I'm not taking anything for granted from now on . My grades are gonna be up and I'm gonna give my best on the court , no more games .. I won't fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is a promise that you've broken&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;This is your life and today is all you've got now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and today is all you'll ever have&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be&lt;br /&gt;When the world was younger and you had everything to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is a kid in the corner&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is dead and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be&lt;br /&gt;When the world was younger and you had everything to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your life are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is your life are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, are you who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, is it everything you dreamed it would be&lt;br /&gt;When the world was younger and you had everything to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you had everything to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat "And You Had Everything To Lose" No more games... STEP YOUR GAME UP :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-5909694684108984501?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/5909694684108984501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=5909694684108984501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5909694684108984501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5909694684108984501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-your-life-are-you-who-you-want.html' title='This Is Your Life , Are You Who You Want To Be?'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-7945654868700179030</id><published>2009-01-02T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:02:11.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Ok I've had this blog for about 9 months its a  new year and that calls for change ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly credits to those who did well in their PMR : ) I didn't do too well but like I said "new year calls for change"&lt;br /&gt;Most Amanah students did their teachers proud achieving straight A's or just one short of it. I'm going to arts seeing that sub science is a no go , I'll be taking Literature , hopefully seeing familiar faces . All the basketball gang are obviously all going to science leaving me the loner ranger in arts... I may have the company of Swee , Bryan and a few other guys . Yudish is leaving like as I expected , Howie on the other hand will be staying .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year (ACHIEVABLE) Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Be happier :D&lt;br /&gt;2)Don't lose my temper as fast as I did previously&lt;br /&gt;3)Don't react to things unreasonably&lt;br /&gt;4)Be a better student&lt;br /&gt;5)Be a better basketballer&lt;br /&gt;6)Don't take form 4 as honeymoon year&lt;br /&gt;7)Save money -_-&lt;br /&gt;8)Lose bad habits&lt;br /&gt;9)Appreciate life more&lt;br /&gt;10)Be a better person in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are mine... why don't you guys tell me yours : ) btw CNY is on the 26th so ANG PAU COMING FASTER LOR :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-7945654868700179030?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/7945654868700179030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=7945654868700179030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/7945654868700179030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/7945654868700179030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-8838899309385397450</id><published>2008-12-11T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:34:12.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I TAG DANIEL SYAUKANI</title><content type='html'>he knows what he needs to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-8838899309385397450?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/8838899309385397450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=8838899309385397450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8838899309385397450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8838899309385397450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-tag-daniel-syaukani.html' title='I TAG DANIEL SYAUKANI'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1596091827219289028</id><published>2008-12-11T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:01:52.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOKE OF THE WEEK/MONTH/YEAR you be the judge</title><content type='html'>If you all were at the football field (around mid May according to Howie)  while us (then form 2's) were playing an improvised version of touch rugby/american football , you'd probably know that Swee took the air out of Ash Li's stomach by accidentally closelining her causing her to FLIP (yes people FLIP) we all rushed to her "aid" and initially when we got close to her she was in pain , a second later though she was laughing (we were all still gawking at what happened) then after she got up she said and I quote "I'm hungry" WE ALL STARTED LAUGHING OUR ASSES OFF . Ok since you already know the story I'll start telling you what Howie said at RSC on Tuesday (which I forgot to tell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all talking about sports , then someone brought up rugby , Yudish wasn't playing so we told him the story , right after that Howie said this "Swee's been waiting forever to TACKLE Ash Li" I BURST OUT LAUGHING AND HIGH 5-ed him. Ash was speechless :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1596091827219289028?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1596091827219289028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1596091827219289028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1596091827219289028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1596091827219289028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/12/joke-of-weekmonthyear-you-be-judge.html' title='JOKE OF THE WEEK/MONTH/YEAR you be the judge'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-5077283483353924922</id><published>2008-12-11T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:21:24.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible Is NOTHING</title><content type='html'>Adidas launched a campaign sometime in 2007 , I wasn't late on picking it up just thought it's inspirational now."When no one believes in you , believe in yourself , one is better than none"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Adidas presents the evolution of its brand thought Impossible is Nothing with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;campaign that encourages everyone to take their first step in reaching their impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Through stories of real people attempting and achieving what once seemed like impossible goals, adidas hopes to inspire people to think about their own obstacles and how to overcome them. The campaign will launch with a globally integrated execution on television/on-line, retail and print on Tuesday March 6, 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;More than 30 international sports stars and everyday athletes tell their ‘Impossible’ stories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;using their own hand-drawn illustrations and paintings. Each athlete chose a defining moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;their life and then illustrated it through images and words which would later be combined to create the campaign.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“With this campaign we get a glimpse of the athletes not at the finish line, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;but rather at a pivotal point in their journey,” explained Eric Liedtke, Senior Vice President Global Brand Marketing, adidas Brand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Campaign has gone live in the U.S. online March 5th, starting with a multi-media program that showcases the content collected from around the globe; including 21 TV commercials, 15 documentaries, 1 long-format film, behind the scenes footage and exclusive digital content. The roll out will include social networking, mobile, instant messaging, branded trailers, promotions, prizes and other elements that invite consumers to interact with the brand and encourage them to take the first step in their personal impossible journey. The TV will launch in the US on March 14th, featuring Kathryn Smolen, Gilbert Arenas and Allyson Felix ; an everyday average runner telling her story next to an NBA All Star and Olympic Medalist, showing consumers that their obstacles are just as achievable and important as elite athletes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;In April, a custom MySpace profile will provide consumers a venue to tell their impossible story, potentially have their story featured on the adidas Impossible Is Nothing site next to their favorite athletes and download exclusive content, including inspirational mobile phone messages from Gilbert Arenas and other athletes. The artwork created by the athletes will also be featured in a traveling exhibition later in the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The unique advertising content was created by inviting the athletes to spend time in an art studio with a toy box of art supplies and allowing them to bring their story to life in their own way. This created a wealth of material which consumers will see in commercial films, posters, books, documentaries, exhibitions and even clothing designs. In film, print, digital, and retail content, the athletes’ real-life experiences come to life through animated films and static images created by the athletes themselves. The results are deeply personal, edgy and refreshingly honest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Highlights from the new campaign include David Beckham telling how he braved death threats from fans after the 1998 FIFA World Cup(TM). US basketball star Gilbert Arenas explains the reason he plays wearing the number 0 on his shirt. All Blacks rugby legend Jonah Lomu talks about the challenges he faced when told of the possibility of spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0pt; line-height: normal;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The concept, created and executed by adidas’ global advertising partner 180 Amsterdam (180/TBWA) is the latest in a long line of successful collaborations between the two in recent years. From the original ‘Impossible is Nothing’ launch campaign in 2004 which was built around Muhammad Ali, to the memorable meeting of English ‘kicking gods’ David Beckham and Jonny Wilkinson and, most recently, the award-winning football World Cup campaign +10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-5077283483353924922?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/5077283483353924922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=5077283483353924922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5077283483353924922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5077283483353924922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/12/impossible-is-nothing.html' title='Impossible Is NOTHING'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-3580268003482782628</id><published>2008-12-11T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:50:19.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men &amp; Women (total random post) || I'm Leaving</title><content type='html'>First of all this is what is TRULY coming out of my head , please don't be offended or hurt in anyway. If you are I shall respect request to remove asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal person would say the obvious difference between the two are the physical attributes , I'd say its that guys are more stupid than girls are , we make harsh decisions without weighing the consequences . Girls on the other hand will ask , peoples' opinions matter to them just as much as theirs does .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us guys where else will make decisions based solely on emotions , I had the experience first hand , telling people off to fast without finding out as Howie says "Who,What,When,Why and Where" I apologised to these people who I did so to but I still think they have some kinda urge of avoiding me , can't blame them though .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're (like I've said a million times on this blog) growing up too fast , people are leaving , no remorse? for others? I'm not sure.... All I know those who are leaving will be missed dearly (okay not ALL just some) . NZ is destination number one for Moose , James is soon off to The Land Down Under , Bryan may just skip off to Switzerland , Ash might just somehow stay in London? how do I know I'm just assuming , she hasn't been clear on the subject , Yudish's parents have been bugging him to GTH out of Hartamas as well . Their reasons are all very good , if I had the chance I'd pack my bags and leave for America right about now and live with my relatives over there and play varsity ball (no JOKE) . If they do leave I'll miss them obviously , no more "wedding vidoes" no more "three point competitions" "no more macha" and no more "JAME JAME" I really as of now don't like growing up , give me a time machine and I'd start getting my life together when I was in std one , I'd change so many things , play basketball everyday , get better , make life better . Wherever you guys end up I'll probably still be here so please remember Mr Chinaman : ( if not then so long and good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-3580268003482782628?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/3580268003482782628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=3580268003482782628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3580268003482782628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3580268003482782628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/12/men-women.html' title='Men &amp; Women (total random post) || I&apos;m Leaving'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1503396305194601672</id><published>2008-12-10T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:45:31.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshman</title><content type='html'>When I was young I knew everything&lt;br /&gt;And she a punk who rarely ever took advice&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm guilt stricken, sobbin' with my head on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Stop a Baby's Breath and a shoe full of rice, no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she was touching her face&lt;br /&gt;I won't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;She fell in love in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins&lt;br /&gt;We were merely freshmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend took a week's vacation to forget her&lt;br /&gt;His girl took a week's worth of valium and slept&lt;br /&gt;And now he's guilt stricken sobbin' with his head on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Thinks about her now and how he never really wept he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she was touching her face&lt;br /&gt;I won't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;She fell in love in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins&lt;br /&gt;We were merely freshmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've tried to wash our hands of all of this&lt;br /&gt;We never talk of our lack in relationships&lt;br /&gt;And how we're guilt stricken sobbin' with our heads on the floor&lt;br /&gt;We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip, we'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she was touching her face&lt;br /&gt;And I won't be held responsible&lt;br /&gt;She fell in love in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins&lt;br /&gt;We were merely freshmen&lt;br /&gt;yay e yay e yay hey yay eya e yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot remember&lt;br /&gt;What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins&lt;br /&gt;We were merely freshmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were merely freshmen&lt;br /&gt;We were only freshmen&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in a good place now.. so just read the lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1503396305194601672?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1503396305194601672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1503396305194601672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1503396305194601672'/><link 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term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bukit Kiara.'/><title type='text'>Failed Planning Turning Out Great :D</title><content type='html'>I'm only doing this earlier (watching NBA game) cause Miss Chatterbox aka Ash Li is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kacau&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; me to do so. Seems like I'm the only form of entertainment she has now... oh well. *Edit as of 10.10 PM she just went to watch Grey's Anatomy , so I still have sometime :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up damn early, like REALLY early , around 7 am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; , watched Transformers (buffered the day before , I'm one of those "lost" people who still hasn't managed to watch it, from what I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; and Whey Jinn are the other two.) After dad FINALLY woke up (I think he came home late... too much "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;toti&lt;/span&gt;" and pool -_- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;... Called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; to make sure he wasn't sleeping... managed to wake him up (I'm now known as the alarm clock thanks to Moose, he also made the JOKE OF THE WEEK today, tell you all that later :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian called me just as I was about to leave and asked where I was , I asked him to call Ash to make sure she wasn't sleeping either (talk about over confidently confirming attendance on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;) lucky I did as she was in deep snoring sleep :D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt; . Miss Chatterbox was hesitant to come at first but remembered Moose was gonna be there so she used her pro-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; persuasion skills on her mom and she agreed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. She also managed to use that skill to ask Ian to be more lively (he's been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; of a maple zombie lately *Keefe's maple zombie motion :D that was hilarious the thing that Keefe did* .... sleeping at odd hours but he still hasn't slept today so we'll see how long he'll hold , hope he doesn't faint from lack of sleep or something O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived  at 9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; , saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; Rani (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Yudish's&lt;/span&gt; mom) in the car , wondered why he wasn't there as well , made my way to the basketball court to see Ian &amp;amp;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; already warmed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; , after I got closer to the court I saw what the MONSOON did to the resting place = TOTALLY DESTROYED IT. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; my theory :) seeing that it could cause a landslide at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Antarabangsa&lt;/span&gt;. Keefe arrived just as I was gonna lace up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; asked me to tie he's laces as well -_- as usual. Used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Swee's&lt;/span&gt; shoes since he was busy with he's cousins in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Subang&lt;/span&gt;. (or some place that started with an S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a pick up game 2 on 2 while waiting for Howie and Bryan. They came 10 minutes or so after , they warmed up and we played 3 on 3 *insert Ian,Keefe and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Yudish's&lt;/span&gt; streak here* *Insert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Yudish's&lt;/span&gt;,Mine and Bryan's streak here* Ash arrived fairly late (since she wasn't sure , refer to what I said earlier) Kept shooting around for the time being... we were all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt; to play a game so just sat around talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Continuation as of 11.59 AM Dec 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that... felt blank and disoriented yesterday after the long day.So lets continue :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two other members booked the court hence leading us to leave , management was kinda bitchy so we had to pay , Keefe was kind enough to put it on he's card first and we'd pay him back later . Met up with Ash,Ian,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt;,Howie, and Bryan at the cafe' , everyone was sitting at our usual spot (like "Friends" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) place smelled kinda moldy though -_- Discussed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; to have a proper meal at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;RSC&lt;/span&gt; (which would be on him :P) managed to get him up to it , asked everyone to follow , tell me one Malaysian who'd give up a free meal and I'd tell you otherwise :D . Drank our drinks , Howie and Bryan finished their ABC , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; and Ian ate their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;lemaks&lt;/span&gt; and we were off to the pool. Lazed around for a bit changed into swimming attire (which took Bryan,Howie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; quite awhile , we're still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;mistified&lt;/span&gt; at what took them so long O.o ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Miss Chatterbox and "Beef" to swim (I didn't agree with Keefe swimming since he's sick but he was too excited to do otherwise) showered first and YES the water was cool , like REALLY cold . Went on the slide a handful of times , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; was the most craziest screaming things like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;BABI&lt;/span&gt;!!!" &amp;amp; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;PAKATAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;RAKYAT&lt;/span&gt;!!" while coming down the slide . Bryan as expected made the biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;splast&lt;/span&gt; , Keefe was a close second , Howie almost flew , Ian was sleepy ==" so he didn't go on much , Ash will get the high pitch award for her screaming while coming down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later , Bryan, Howie and Keefe decided to slide down one after the other quickly , like one second after the latter would come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;pumbling&lt;/span&gt; down causing Howie to GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY of Mr Fat Ass aka Bryan :P Bryan did it to me as well but I like Howie managed to swiftly RUN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Swam till we basically got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;HALAU&lt;/span&gt;-ed ==" some idiot said something to Howie causing him to get pissed off.... and told Keefe to ask us to "register" that word meaning in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-educated BM means put your name and pay a fee -_- must be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Syed&lt;/span&gt; Hamid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Albar's&lt;/span&gt; cousin or something *inside joke* . Everyone got dressed , Bryan left and we made our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;RSC&lt;/span&gt; which is just next door :) Keefe was telling us the membership fee and monthly fee and suggested we just tell those people off by saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;WAH&lt;/span&gt;! so expensive ah? might as well I go next door" good idea , will consider next time there (IF WE EVER GO BACK THAT IS -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; fan person -_- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;RSC&lt;/span&gt; guard insisted that we write down ALL our names , lucky he's supervisor stepped in and said NO NEED for all that nonsense , Howie thought it be funny to write down my name though. Sat and ordered our food , I being the only TRUE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Malaysian&lt;/span&gt; had Thai style fried rice and teh tarik while Yudish fell into the waiters trap by ordering the recommended Lamb Shank which cost RM28 (thats considered expensive for RSC) especially since it came from the PIZZA CORNER -_- . Ash , Ian and Keefe opted for the tuscany fish wrap and Howie had some pasta dish with garlic and lamb sausage slices , finally Keefe and Howie decided to gross me out by ordering escargot (Howie kept pronoucing the T LOL) which was served on garlic bread and was cooked in CHAMPAGNE , talk about typical CHINAMAN taking advantage of the loaded Indian :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked alot about Moose's departure after Christmas , Ash's trip to Europe (only England and Paris) I told her not to come back with an accent and calling guys "fit" instead of "hot" . Yudish as usual kept asking what'd happen if he was held under I.S.A , Miss Chatterbox thinks she'll bail him out , I'd like to see where she gets the cash LOL (people can't even be bailed out of I.S.A. in the first place). Ended that LONG session we had (i think we made the most noise) and SUDDENLY Yudish suggested coming to my condo , me being a horrible resistor felt fine with it BUT THEN Keefe and Ian wanted to follow LOL , said bye to Ash before her EURO TRIP ahahahha and went to the cab that waited for Ash's mom to arrive (we all gentlemen mah need to wait for lady to go back first , cannot abandon) Her mom being so kind asked us if we needed transport but seeing that a Camry can't accomadate 7 people we thought better get in the cab (that had been like i said waiting for us , imagine if we didnt get in , he'd be PISSED OFF man). Dropped Howie off at Bryan's (we all kept asking for money from him , no reply what so ever AHHAHAHAH) and the guys came over for awhile . (I guess thats all for now , I may continue writing what happened at my place but maybe later)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-673307878284791945?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/673307878284791945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=673307878284791945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/673307878284791945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/673307878284791945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/12/failed-planning-turning-out-great-d.html' title='Failed Planning Turning Out Great :D'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-8726148261978821311</id><published>2008-11-21T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:24:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life : Mistakes , Apologies , Relationships &amp; Acceptance</title><content type='html'>Ate at Wendy's yesterday night with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; and Benjamin . Typically normal for me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; to change meeting times , from 3 PM to the eventual 7 PM &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Shiva (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ruppeni&lt;/span&gt;) kept asking me whether I'd eaten yet. I only had leftover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;canai&lt;/span&gt; around 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; . There were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of hilarious moments that is worthy enough of telling our children and maybe grandchildren as well(hopefully we'll be married &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;) Arrived by cab at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Angkupuri&lt;/span&gt; . Unfortunately the driver did not have small change , had to borrow money from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; , with the exception I'd pay him back later of course . Walked and talked to Wendy's (I actually passed it on the way there , go figure) . He was telling me about all the hot girls at he's temporary condo (He's house is currently under renovation if you didn't know already) . Met up with Ben half way (he's eaten there numerous times hahaha) . Disturbed James by calling him to find out if he was attending . Janet said cannot so cannot lor :P . Ordered the recommended by the guys . Can't remember what it was called though (sorry) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after eating , we just sat there and practically "gossip-ed" about people . Yudish couldn't stand the temperature of the air con so we walked out (with the intention to buy ice cream later , yeah I know we're very intelligent) So talked outside along the street for 20 minutes then finally decided to go back inside . Ate ice cream while Ben had he's second helping . Talked again . Ben was concentrating too much on he's burger so he was a tad bit slow on replies :D . &lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span class="syn"&gt;Chose to leave . Spent 5 minutes talking before saying goodbye (I think we're becoming like our parents . They always delay "exit" time especially when at a party) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to Yudish's place and he thought I couldn't fix the Astro (I did) so I took it as a challenge. Went up , greeted he's mom . Used the toilet (I've been drinking excessive amounts of water recently) went outside to take a look at the view . Pretty nice during the night ( 6th floor) OH YEAH this is one of the hilarious moments I'd mention to he's children . After he joined me on the balcony , we talked for awhile he then went to take the astro card . So while going in he thought he was walking through empty space but he walked INTO the SLIDING DOOR !! FREAKING FUNNY MAN . He's mom told him how clumsy he was and said one of Uncle Thavenren's friend did the same but he managed to walk through (causing the glass to break LOL . He must have been one HUGE dude) Continued laughing for the time being and waited for Yudish . ANOTHER incidents which still makes me laugh was the actual problem with the Astro . Problem was he didn't connect the A/V cable to the TV which means nothing is transmitted between both -_- I laughed like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He promised he's mom to go get the cable today (which he didn't LOL) We went down and went on our own escapade , discovering the place . Well actually RE-discovering since we've been there one (Risa's birthday party back in standard 3) We both wore speedos back then AHHAHAHA . It was so embarrassing , i think we were the only guys who did . Eh we were young so don't get on our backs . Sat at the nice cozy place already there and started our "macha talk" aka best friend's talk (which the last time we had it was last year I think so I guess it'd be ok to call it ANNUAL MACHA TALK) Discussed all the things since primary . About my little mishap with the blog post belittling a few people last year in September &amp;amp; someone's attitude early in the year and *other things that cannot be talked about . Only between us* Talked for 2 or 3 hours (yeah thats why it's an annual thing hahahahaha) Called dad and he picked me up . Slept early cause I was really tired .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-8726148261978821311?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/8726148261978821311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=8726148261978821311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8726148261978821311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8726148261978821311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-mistakes-apologies-relationships.html' title='Life : Mistakes , Apologies , Relationships &amp; Acceptance'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-3108522278948606484</id><published>2008-11-14T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:38:36.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories of Mount Kinabalu , Everest , Childhood Experiences and Diabetes</title><content type='html'>HOLY CRAP I TELL YOU MY PLACE (earlier) &amp;amp; BRYAN'S LATER WAS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; arrived at 11 + am we started to reminisced about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SKBD&lt;/span&gt;... all the stories.... talking about college and university (in the future) , how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; was , and picking a stream next year (if both are options).He used my phone several times to contact MOVERS for he's shifting of furniture as he's house will be under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;renevation&lt;/span&gt; starting on NEXT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;. All of whom said the people in charge were busy =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left for Bryan's at 2.05 pm. I totally forgot to bring my guitar (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sorrys&lt;/span&gt; to both Howie and Bryan)  Howie then came 3 minutes later. Obviously he had he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;masam&lt;/span&gt; face when he noticed that I didn't bring my guitar. We went up and started off by playing and teaching heart attack. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;malas&lt;/span&gt; and unsporting so he didn't play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bestari&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;supposely&lt;/span&gt; HIGHER CLASS cause its in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;solaris&lt;/span&gt; -_- ) Bryan picked up the tab so we were thankful. OH YEAH we saw three  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MKIS&lt;/span&gt; (Mont &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kiara&lt;/span&gt; International School) girls sadly only one of them was hot. Howie , Bryan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; as an insult said I should "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;" them. (look for them on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;) . Howie wasn't willing to use he's camera phone to pretend and actually see her name tag ==" damn you Howie. I showed you photos of THREE BLOODY HOT GIRLS and this is what I get in return. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; and Howie ordered their usual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;indo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; . I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; fried rice (do not make an insult based on this) Bryan had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;canai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;telur&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;bawang&lt;/span&gt;. WE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;THENN&lt;/span&gt; ordered TWO ABC WITH ICE CREAM. Bryan and I shared one while Howie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; had theirs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;YUDISH&lt;/span&gt; felt that the ABC wasn't SWEET enough and asked for more syrup. When it arrived we were SHOUTING "DIABETES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;LAH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;" Howie didn't wanna get that much sugar in he's blood stream so I switched with him and shared with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt;. Typically with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Yudish's&lt;/span&gt; behaviour he didn't finish the ABC and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;indo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; as well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Hazim&lt;/span&gt; also thought it'd be nice to ask Howie how to "OPEN HE'S &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt; FROM THE BLOODY BOX"  We were laughing our ASS OFF seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to Bryan's place and just waited it out till it was 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. Used Howie's MAC to check on Ash's reaction to her e-mail inbox being SPAMMED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. She didn't think it was funny though... so we're gonna make it funnier the NEXT TIME... *RIGHT HOWIE :P * &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; had to go around 6.30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; cause he had to attend dinner. Bryan suggested to go off to Coffee Bean (again he PROMISED he would pick up the tab) but he's stomache had plans of its own and didn't allow us to make the trip. Instead he smelled our B.O.s' and asked us to take a shower . I went first *lalalalalala* then it was Bryan's turn *insert obsene event that happened here that included a recording device* and lastly Howie's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then kinda forced him to do the "Barber Shop" audio thing. He was very scared when the "owner" whispered in he's left ear (we recorded he's reaction on camera so don't worry) then we asked him to play the "maze game" he wasn't that gulible so he didn't do it. We then had dinner curtesy of he's mom's cooking . We were challenged by some of he's "neighbours" who thought it'd be easy to play basketball with us but we're only playing in december HAHAHA. Then we just kept chatting and going on FB . He's dad insisted to send Howie and me back . We didn't hesitate cause we knew that we'd be speeding in the BMW :P sadly he's dad only went 120 KM/PH on the sprint highway. I'm here now talking to Yudish and Howie on skype. WEEE WEE WAA WAA goodnight and bye bye the year's past just within a moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-3108522278948606484?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/3108522278948606484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=3108522278948606484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3108522278948606484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3108522278948606484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/11/stories-of-mount-kinabalu-everest.html' title='Stories of Mount Kinabalu , Everest , Childhood Experiences and Diabetes'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-5545114572567925145</id><published>2008-11-13T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:48:12.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Ain't Missing You At All</title><content type='html'>I'm deeply sorry for not blogging about "tryouts day 2" and still am cause I'm not really gonna go deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Quan and Kai Vern came , Gian Yang didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong still a no show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher blended us form 3's and 4's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee hurt alot during that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played like school kids against the form 1's and 2's lol. Ian said it was on purpose -_- I have no comment.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us guys went out on Monday in commemoration with Joel's birthday. (below are those who attended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie  Yudish&lt;br /&gt;Keefe  Christopher&lt;br /&gt;Joel     Hazim&lt;br /&gt;Jaszril  Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed later by Fazlan and Alia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We karaoke-d at Gardens' Red Box payed 15RM (yeah pretty cheap) for a set lunch and would be buffet if we actually went out hahaha. 3 hours later our throats were sore and dry ahaha. Watched Bond, James Bond (inside joke) whoever didn't understand Quantum Of Solace needs to get attention pills. (Faiz for example ahhahah) Sadly Bond didn't walk away with he's exotic Bond Girl as usual. Olga Kurylenko portrays Camille quite well actually. Craig did he's best but this time Bond wasn't as sophisticated as he was in Sir Ian Flemmings novels. He was arrogant, brutal and not very merciful -_- well Craig did sign on for 4 movies... so there are two more supposely to come.Other than that my week has been blunt and boring. We're planning to go karaoke again soon (need some cash from grandmama AHHAHAHA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-5545114572567925145?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/5545114572567925145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=5545114572567925145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5545114572567925145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/5545114572567925145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-aint-missing-you-at-all.html' title='I Ain&apos;t Missing You At All'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-6870312230679083102</id><published>2008-11-06T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:49:47.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Tryouts DAY 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;As you can see from the title , this is a post based on basketball (if you have no interest in my babling on the subject please feel free to press the X ) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;1st: Kyle came. Tong didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;2nd: Gian Yang came as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;3rd: My left knee hurts like fuck....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;4th:We were separated randomly. After the initial game between our team consisting of Fazlan, Ejay , Ian , Jerry , Howie , and me , against Kyle, Eezzuan , William , Kai Kiat and if I'm not mistaken Steve. First half we were adjusting to the wet court, backboard and ball. 2nd half we started the hammering :D Ian scored most of the points thanks to assist from Fazlan,Ejay and Me :P I didn't manage to score but rebounded and blocked alot of shots :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;5th: The second game was very challenging... It was Gian Yang, Jerry, Fazlan, Ejay and myself against Joseph , Chun Kit, Shaun , Azril and Sharwin(who was subbed out later by Kyle and Kai Quan). I couldn't keep up with the pace and allowed Ian to play the 2nd half. He scored 2 or 3 baskets :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;6th: I will ice my knee and see how it goes tomorrow. Hopefully we can get a match against the form 1's and 2's which will be 10 times easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 18px;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;TOMORROW I SHALL CONTINUE MY WON TAI FU DEFENSE :P HAHAHAHAHA&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/7827430131497532988-6870312230679083102?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/6870312230679083102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=6870312230679083102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6870312230679083102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6870312230679083102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/11/basketball-tryouts-day-1.html' title='Basketball Tryouts DAY 1'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-4143859596420580176</id><published>2008-11-04T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:16:54.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball Tryouts.</title><content type='html'>As you can see from the title , this is a post based on basketball (if you have no interest in my babling on the subject please feel free to press the X ) .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st matter: Keefe Ong (Mr able body man number one) missing out , since he's at Australia. Without him we won't have a solid shot blocker in a paint. You all know that Jerry will never play defense =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd : Will Kyle and Tong come out of their "tempurungs" and come to school to show us how much they've improved. Attitude and performance wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd: Will Gian Yiang come? haven't seen him for awhile. Not sure if he knows about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th: Can my knees stand playing seriously ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th: How will we be separated by team? by form? by height? -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6th : Will Swee come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who I think can make the 15 man team (form 3's only) : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazlan. (no brainer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ejay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ian. aka CKI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle. (if he's still the same player he was)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tong. (if he's unselfish and intelligent)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keefe. (if he was here)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai Lin. (haven't seen him play so we'll see)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swee Rong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadhil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me too hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 100% shoe ins (if they tryout that is):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gian Yiang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chun Kit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kai Quan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kai Vern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vincent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adrian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-4143859596420580176?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/4143859596420580176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=4143859596420580176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4143859596420580176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4143859596420580176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/11/basketball-tryouts.html' title='Basketball Tryouts.'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1908578366021028861</id><published>2008-11-01T16:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:53:08.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Risk Everything &amp; Maybe Just Maybe Get Something From It</title><content type='html'>Few words of wisdom "always risk everything , don't regret anything" I followed that and got burnt oh well at least no regrets. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like form 3 finished so fast , we're already moving on to form 4. Arts , Pure Science or Sub Science? not an easy decision , not even sure if science is gonna be an option . We'll see when I get my results . Either way high school doesn't necessary make us who we are. Mostly everyone is gonna be jetting off to some foreign country . I don't have a trust fund waiting for me so unless I have a secret bank account that my grandparents made for me I really need a scholarship. Offers anyone? heh maybe not . Athletic scholarship? *enthusiastic* maybe. It's rather college/university or cooking at some fast food restaurant like Anwar said. Sadly , I'm not gonna be that dude at McDonalds or KFC cooking preparing your food. I'll hopefully be in America . Spreading my time between basketball , writing and music. Thing is I don't think I'll be anywhere near Boston to watch Celtics games like Howie ahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well wherever you guys end up hopefully some of us will manage to organize a reunion after 10 years or so to check up on everybody.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So not to be a party pooper or anything but please make your holidays as productive as can be and like many have said don't make form 4 honey mood year. Study hard &amp;amp; to those including my dear "sister" and cousin don't hesitate to start studying early for PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1908578366021028861?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1908578366021028861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1908578366021028861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1908578366021028861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1908578366021028861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/11/risk-everything-maybe-just-maybe-get.html' title='Risk Everything &amp; Maybe Just Maybe Get Something From It'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-2577675157872593633</id><published>2008-10-27T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:14:01.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR over already... SHEESH</title><content type='html'>oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kay&lt;/span&gt;... the most anticipated daunting day has pasted... now we have to look "forward" to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; outings so far; (in fact on Thursday 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; October I was already going out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday : Bryan's house.We swam, played basketball and was supposed to "study" geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday :Played basketball till 12 then went back home to shower and it was off to Howie's place. Can't really retain what we did.... I think it was making a video of Bryan acting as a musical conductor. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: I spent my time at home.Resting and "awaited" for what Mae and Ash had planned for Me and Howie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Saw Howie in he's prime - Bouldering and Rock climbing. Mae came a tad bit later then I did.Ash got there 20 minutes later, she was late &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; of church.Moose changed from he's then stinky attire :P to more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;plesant&lt;/span&gt; smelling clothes. We then set off.Ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; courtesy of Mae (which she wasn't supposed to be allowed to pay but since we weren't in a forcing mood so we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ablighed&lt;/span&gt;) Moose ordered he's chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mcdeluxe&lt;/span&gt; , Ash ordered Fillet O' Fish , Mae had her normal order , Nuggets and I had Fillet O' Fish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;McDeluxe&lt;/span&gt; :D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued by starting to look for Howie's APP attire (HOWIE IN FORMAL CLOTHES!?!?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;THATS&lt;/span&gt; NOT POSSIBLE YOU SAY!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;) Well when we we're at F.O.S. he was quiet hesitant at first but when we finally ended up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt; he loosed up a bit.OH YEAH we didn't just go to those two places straight after , knowing WOMEN we stopped by every clothing,accessory and shoes shop that could be seen on the W.S.R. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Womens&lt;/span&gt; Shopping Radar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Vincci&lt;/span&gt; (ash bought ANOTHER pair of heels) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;MoMoe&lt;/span&gt; (I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; how its spelled)  to name a few.After all that hustle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bussle&lt;/span&gt; me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;howie&lt;/span&gt; were slightly agitated.The girls took 15-20 minutes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;CAMWHORE&lt;/span&gt; in the dressing room while me and him were gazing at the surroundings and smelling B.O. while sitting down waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 o'clock came and we had to go back.Ash was first followed by my "attempt" of taking a cab.I said attempt because Misses Chan was very stubborn (just like her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kor&lt;/span&gt; yeah) and didn't allow me to take one , her excuses were "You can get raped" "The dude can cheat you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;" "You might be kidnapped" I think she paid too much attention to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Nurin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Jazlin&lt;/span&gt; case but forgot that she was half my age and size -_- (all respect to her family though) In the end the elder,more intelligent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Kor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Kor&lt;/span&gt; managed to get away from the grasp of the little sister and took a cab :D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;. Sadly I had to get shut down by three before I got a METER cab (stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;malaysian&lt;/span&gt; taxis.Dunno anything about servicing people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (skipped school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;) = Went to watch the house bunny. Most of us (Howie,James,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Jaszril&lt;/span&gt; and I) met at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Yudish's&lt;/span&gt; place before going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt; (TWO TIMES IN TWO DAYS ==" my legs cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt; one) Walked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;petronas&lt;/span&gt; to get one.We managed to "squeeze" into the cab.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; being the smart one sat shotgun while James,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt;,Howie and I were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;squeshed&lt;/span&gt; at the back.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Swee&lt;/span&gt; wasn't all ears during the briefing of the outing so he went at 10 while we only reached there at 12.30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.Ian came to support &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Swee&lt;/span&gt; so he came earlier as well.We got our movie tickets and went to eat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Nando's&lt;/span&gt;.Ben and Barry arrived met us there.Being the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;cheepos&lt;/span&gt; there Howie and I went next door to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Italiannis&lt;/span&gt; to do a price &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;comparision&lt;/span&gt; and found that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Nando's&lt;/span&gt; prices were cheaper :D we had 30 minutes more so we thought we'd play a game of bowling.Ben,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Jaszril&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Yudish&lt;/span&gt; and I were on one team while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Swee&lt;/span&gt;,Barry,James and Howie were on the other.Our team whooped some ass :P with the pro-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; of Ben.Bought our popcorn and etc and entered the cinema.The guys kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;kacau&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; this girl who was supposed to be some dudes girlfriend.I needed to change my USD to MYR and after two stops finally did at the Maybank exchange counter. *insert shopping assignment given by ...... * met up with the guys after *shopping assignment* and decided what to do next.Ian,Swee,Howie,Yudish and Me were the last and went to makan at chicken rice shop on me.Swee had a bad tummy and didn't have the appetite so we just ate he's share LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue later, need to get ready for Cousin's birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-2577675157872593633?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/2577675157872593633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=2577675157872593633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2577675157872593633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2577675157872593633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/10/pmr-over-already-sheesh.html' title='PMR over already... SHEESH'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1891907967107359296</id><published>2008-10-09T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:24:08.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore</title><content type='html'>My whole body is sore.. that's all -_- bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1891907967107359296?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1891907967107359296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1891907967107359296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1891907967107359296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1891907967107359296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/10/sore.html' title='Sore'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-2399158525393901396</id><published>2008-09-29T15:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:37:10.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Putri Zelia Athirah</title><content type='html'>Game rules&lt;br /&gt;A. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. Tag 8 people. Those who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;br /&gt;B. These 8 people must state who they were tagged by. You cannot tag the person who tagged you. Continue this game by sending this to 8 other people. People who are tagged will be blessed and their wishes will come true in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you could be in any line of work , what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sports. Writing about it, coaching it or playing it professionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Honestly is the best policy.Just tell her I don't feel the same way. (I've been through it from both sides so I should know)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you want to achieve in life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Earn a modest amount of money, have wife , have children (possibly 2 of each gender) , do something to help basketball , win a sports competition (I've never come in first , always second -_- ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeah , life's confusing as a teenager.Lets just hope everything turns out fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you want to get back exactly at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The full use of my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Personally , its knowing someone you love , loves you back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I think you guys know what I've been doing in answer to this question but I have considered that I've moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Help them be happy , in turn I'll feel happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The condition of my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you want most in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Play professional basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It is , when your bored like I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What would be the first thing you would do if you could do anything in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Play a pick up match with professional basketball players and ask for tips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is your most influential figure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Any person who wakes up at 3 o'clock in the morning and works on his game (basketball) and keeps on doing it till he reaches the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of Yudishtra? (I simply changed this for fun :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;He's a great friend who likes to be involved in politics since it determines the economical success of a country and whether the country is doomed and he likes Pakatan Rakyat (any educated person would)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you rather be a person with an afro ,a mullet , cornrows ,  chonmage , dreadlocks , mohawk or bald? (super easier to answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'll change it from month to month.Everything except being bald , getting a mullet ==" and the chongmage (thats just stupid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you came naked to school what would you tell your teachers and class mates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;WOAH , isn't today "Be Natural Day" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;YEAH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you fall into a deadly pit and the only way of getting out is digging upwards would you be dumb enough to try it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'd prefer to keep shouting till someone hears me and in the mean time live on worms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Which "famous" person would you "do" if you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;S-------- -A--- .Who wouldn't ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you had a gun and in front of you stood fifteen babies and the gun is filled with venom, and next to you was your best friend, who do you shoot? If you shoot the friend, he dies instantly, if you shoot the babies, the venom spreads and kills them all. You have to shoot someone, otherwise the venom leaks out of the gun and kills all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This is dumb..... I'd shoot myself lah..... but obviously before that I'd take out the antidote that came with the poison gun (inventors are smart they know things like this happen , since it happened to one of their personel) and ask my friend to give it to me after I shoot myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://red-circulation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daniel Syaukani&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maetotheyin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chan Mae Yin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faizurawr.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faizura Hajizi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://painteddead.livejournal.com/"&gt;Hannah Azlan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://notsoflawless.livejournal.com/"&gt;Alia Astaman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://covered-drama.livejournal.com/"&gt;Farah Amalina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://howiethemoose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lim U-Howie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;Kenny Sia (he probably won't get this though HAHAHA)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-2399158525393901396?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/2399158525393901396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=2399158525393901396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2399158525393901396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2399158525393901396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-putri-zelia-athirah.html' title='Tagged by Putri Zelia Athirah'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-857639083670994299</id><published>2008-09-27T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:43:41.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Greatest Fear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,&lt;br /&gt;       talented and fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;      Actually, who are you not to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are a child of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your playing small does not serve the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;      We were born to make manifest the glory of&lt;br /&gt;       God that is within us.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;      It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And as we let our own light shine,&lt;br /&gt;       we unconsciously give other people&lt;br /&gt;       permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;      As we are liberated from our own fear,&lt;br /&gt;       Our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        —Marianne Williamson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-857639083670994299?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/857639083670994299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=857639083670994299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/857639083670994299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/857639083670994299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-greatest-fear.html' title='Our Greatest Fear.'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-4780184238840539380</id><published>2008-09-25T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:32:33.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But maybe it's a false alarm,&lt;br /&gt;And all the answers sound the same,&lt;br /&gt;Just colours bleeding into one,&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't have a name,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can't see,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; sorry for my exaggeration.My knee(s) will be fully healed after 2 weeks. I'm not gonna risk it though , I'll only play basketball after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; , pretty long time yeah , anyway doctor said its just a slight inflammation of one of my ligaments and gave me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Olfen&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Diclofenac&lt;/span&gt; which is taken to reduce inflammation and as an analgesic reducing pain in conditions such as arthritis or acute injury. (these kinda things make me wanna be a Doctor , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) Only sport I can do for now is swimming , maybe this is a blessing in disguise since I can train to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;phleps&lt;/span&gt;" Keefe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahahahah&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hartamas&lt;/span&gt; is having their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Solat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hajat&lt;/span&gt; today.I among others won't be attending (sorry).&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; is coming soon... but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a bad thing since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt; is coming near , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; is too *sigh*. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Selamat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Menjambut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Aidil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Fitri&lt;/span&gt; people :D have a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/7827430131497532988-4780184238840539380?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/4780184238840539380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=4780184238840539380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4780184238840539380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4780184238840539380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/09/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-4263441186055067727</id><published>2008-09-20T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:24:42.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I (Wanna) Believe I Can (Try) (To) Fly (Again).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I believe I can touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I think about it every night and day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Spread my wings and fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I believe I can soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I see me running through that open door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I believe I can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The condition of my knees is devastating... I can't walk without feeling a slight sensation -_- This is what happens when you are suppose to rest and instead you go play basketball while having an injury *sigh* I wanna jump again , I wanna run again , I WANNA PLAY BASKETBALL AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this (sprained medial ligament since August) and its nearly one month and yet no recovery (because I'm such an idiot... I was supposed to let it heal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised Ian that I'll play with him again (after PMR) hopefully my knees will be fine then.If I don't have basketball anymore... then I'll be speechless... Like the guys used to say "Basketball my life, My life is basketball" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happened if something that made you different was gone? would you leave it as it is? or would you fight to get it back? I know I would.What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now in this situation "fighting" would mean resting hahahahahhaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-4263441186055067727?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/4263441186055067727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=4263441186055067727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4263441186055067727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4263441186055067727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wanna-believe-i-can-try-to-fly-again.html' title='I (Wanna) Believe I Can (Try) (To) Fly (Again).'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-359200553075890641</id><published>2008-09-19T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:45:03.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like One Tree Hill qoutes .... sue me</title><content type='html'>"Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering." - Lucas Eugene Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at a crossroad, afraid, confused, without a roadmap. The choices we make in those moments can define the rest of our days. Of course when faced with the unknown, most of us prefer to turn around and go back." - Lucas Eugene Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post here.Anyone that got something from those quotes I hope things get better for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-359200553075890641?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/359200553075890641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=359200553075890641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/359200553075890641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/359200553075890641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-like-one-tree-hill-qoutes-sue-me.html' title='I like One Tree Hill qoutes .... sue me'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-3513816010467563845</id><published>2008-09-19T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:17:42.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFTER PMR PARTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/SNJ-ah7pRNI/AAAAAAAAADY/Qk6aYMAGFTw/s1600-h/afterpmrparty%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/SNJ-ah7pRNI/AAAAAAAAADY/Qk6aYMAGFTw/s320/afterpmrparty%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247395510090286290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All form 3 students of 2008 lets relief our stress-ness-ses :P and party go to http://afterpmrparty.blogspot.com/ need tickets? feel free to ask either Alia Astaman (3 Amanah) or me , Arif Omar Lee (3 Hormat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Arif/My%20Documents/My%20Received%20Files/afterpmrparty%281%29.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-3513816010467563845?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/3513816010467563845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=3513816010467563845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3513816010467563845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3513816010467563845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-pmr-party.html' title='AFTER PMR PARTY'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/SNJ-ah7pRNI/AAAAAAAAADY/Qk6aYMAGFTw/s72-c/afterpmrparty%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-2953520284882803012</id><published>2008-09-18T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:14:25.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia , the country I know &amp; love</title><content type='html'>I might not have been there when we first got our independence , I might not have been there when we were recognized as Malaysia and not Malaya , I might not have been there when our country had its own government but guess what? I listened to my elders , those who were present and I learned "Never make the same mistakes twice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Malaysia is going into a horrible economical plunge.Is the reason caused by wall street's numbers? well yes but there are other reasons too.It maybe caused by the things happening in our country.... who knows eh? Hopefully both political parties will step up (yes that includes you as well our "faithful" Barisan National).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK AND BALANCE PEOPLE!!!! NO CORRUPTION EITHER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope to God (whether it might be Lord Shiva,Christ,Buddha,Allah or Abraham) that a new dawn of Malaysia comes soon. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH!!!&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/7827430131497532988-2953520284882803012?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/2953520284882803012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=2953520284882803012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2953520284882803012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/2953520284882803012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/09/malaysia-country-i-know-love.html' title='Malaysia , the country I know &amp; love'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-4063672040432249440</id><published>2008-09-16T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:22:21.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just got lost,&lt;br /&gt;every river that i tried to cross,&lt;br /&gt;every door i ever tried was locked ,&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm just waiting 'till the shine wears off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really stuck.... thinking that my ambitions are NOT what I to be. Journalism? I've lost the interest to write (YES I HAVE) Musician? ehhh get me a good lyricist and I may consider. On the lighter side I think basketball is the only realistic path I'll tend to follow.How? I have no idea. It seems like I only decided to start writing coz oh yes you've guessed it OTH ==" I get influenced easily and along the way lose the passion or find it too hard to do those things. I look at a picture and i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate trying to sleep and then *KABANG* you start thinking about the future (well planning is not a bad thing) its really annoying to the extent that I couldn't sleep the past few days. Anyway before I get off track , the FUTURE is coming fast . College , University , Jobs , Kids O.o ?  and Family *cue the awww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example of one of the things that is coming fast is *JENG JENG JENG* PMR *big mood killer* and other things which is what I'm looking forward to is = After PMR party BABY and GREAT EXPEDITION AROUND KL  (part TWO with moose,politician and afro (maybe even dugong) &lt; all code names to protect those involved :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby I'm Lost,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you save me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-4063672040432249440?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/4063672040432249440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=4063672040432249440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4063672040432249440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/4063672040432249440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/09/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-8525181618957997452</id><published>2008-09-12T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:26:09.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;1. The last person to tag you is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 499px; height: 374px;" alt="http://photos-416.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v311/159/60/514297416/n514297416_734161_1038.jpg" src="http://photos-416.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v311/159/60/514297416/n514297416_734161_1038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Anwar Ihsan (the monster carrying the baby not the baby :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 339px;" alt="http://a397.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/16/l_5d51a81c91ee19864539f3300a873a1c.jpg" src="http://a397.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/16/l_5d51a81c91ee19864539f3300a873a1c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alia Astaman (the girl on the right) sorry I couldn't find a better picture :P haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;1 - Met him in standard 2 if i'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2 - Met her through Fazlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;3. Your 5 impression towards him/her ?    [5?! wtf]&lt;br /&gt;1 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt; HUMONGOUS (but he was a tiny bit smaller back then)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;(1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt; funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt;rich (hahahahah) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt; (3)very "eccentric" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: 85%;"&gt; (4) kind (5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2 - Carried herself well(1), very BOOK SMART (2), Prefect (3), Nice (4), Friendly(5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;4. The most memorable thing that he/she has ever done for you ?&lt;br /&gt;1 - annoyed me till I smacked him with a broom (yes I still remember)&lt;br /&gt;2 - INTRODUCED ME TO GG :D hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;5. The most memorable words that he/she has say to you ?&lt;br /&gt;1 - "U R LAME"&lt;br /&gt;2 - "Lucas?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will...   [awkward question]&lt;br /&gt;1 - slap him till he turns back into a heterosexual&lt;br /&gt;2 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; SCREAM lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will...&lt;br /&gt;1 - talk about how fat he is :D HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2 - say shes a geek? DOI dunno la.... and no Alia you aren't a geek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;8. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on... [mean]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;1- his body O.o but Ariff (Zainal) likes it the way it is so what am I to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;2 - shes fine the way she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is...&lt;br /&gt;1 - he's a douche&lt;br /&gt;2 - she gets to publish a novel before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;10. The most desirable things to do for him/her is..  [what?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;1- pay for liposuction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2-&lt;/span&gt; bribe the kementrian to get her straight A's in both PMR and SPM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;11. Overall impression towards him/her is...&lt;br /&gt;1 &amp;amp; 2 - GREAT friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think the people around you will feel about you ?&lt;br /&gt;(agrees with anwar's answer) They think I'm an arsehole :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;13. The character for you for yourself is ?&lt;br /&gt;That Chinese/Malay mixed basketballer/author/musician *CHEH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is ?&lt;br /&gt;my sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is ?&lt;br /&gt;NBA PLAYER :D no la , caring,giving,nice,honest, responsible and high acheiver (now i've set my level too high DOH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them.&lt;br /&gt;I Love You&lt;a href="http://verbal-lsd.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;17. Who I Tag;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://notsoflawless.livejournal.com/" target="_new"&gt;Alia Astaman aka "Tutor Girl" (LJ)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://maeyin.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Chan Mae Yin aka "Mae Mae"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://red-circulation.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Daniel Syaukani aka 'Marvin "Mouth" McFadden'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://covered-drama.livejournal.com/" target="_new"&gt;Farah Amalina aka "Miss Insecure" (LJ)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://painteddead.livejournal.com/" target="_new"&gt;Hannah Azlan aka "Emo Rocker Chick" (LJ)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://dance-n-disco.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Harris Kamil aka "Kamilo"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://howiethemoose.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Lim U Howie aka "The MOOSE"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellomynameisathirah.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;Putri Zelia Athirah aka "Athimo"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;18. Who is number 2 having a relationship with ? (Mae Yin)&lt;br /&gt;Emir Farid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is 3 a male or a female ? [Daniel]&lt;br /&gt;I dunno he can be very gay sometimes (i think the red circle will agree with me here) quote daniel "WOO , showers") &lt; that was an inside joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If number 5 and 7 got together, would that be a good thing ? [Howie and Hannah]&lt;br /&gt;I DUNNO but I'd doubt a moose and a emo, rocker girl would go well together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How about 5 and 8 ? [Hannah &amp;amp; Athirah]&lt;br /&gt;Well the world does need more lesbians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is number 1 studying about ? [Alia]&lt;br /&gt;PMR syallbus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When was the last time you had a chat with them ?&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3 days back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;24. Is number 4 single ? [Farah Amalina]&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Say something about number 2. [Chan Mae Yin]&lt;br /&gt;She likes the same music I do (more or less) her "defense" in netball is supposed to be the BEST (her words but she hasn't played basketball with me sooo.... :D) She has an austrilian accent , she has 3 sisters and 2 brothers (one biological the other not = me) the outside of her house is HUGE enough for me to convert it to an indoor basketball court , oh yeah forgot.... shes my SISTER :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-8525181618957997452?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/8525181618957997452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=8525181618957997452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8525181618957997452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8525181618957997452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-6322420839644742215</id><published>2008-09-08T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:38:10.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO THE BARTMAN PEOPLE :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjnbQDFzQGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/LjnbQDFzQGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;this so beats soulja boy and the chicken dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-6322420839644742215?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/6322420839644742215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=6322420839644742215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6322420839644742215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6322420839644742215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-bartman-people-d.html' title='DO THE BARTMAN PEOPLE :D'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-984343805731311381</id><published>2008-09-08T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:56:29.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BE A MAN and go into the womens clothing section :P || HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASH LI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASH LI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the longest I've been at a shopping mall wandering aimlessly SERIOUSLY. We arrived at Mid Valley at 11.30 AM and left around 6 PM CRAZY MAN.Started off during the night before.Howie asked whether I got Ash anything I said nope and was thinking the same thing Howie was.WHY DON'T WE JOIN FORCES :D then we thought of who else to bring along.Swee, Hazim and Bryan came to mind, called each of them and only bryan answered his phone.He told us he'll tell us later (meaning during the morning lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our respective condos at different times (Bryan and Howie were there first.I was "kinda" late) Walked around without purpose , went into the "Machines" shop to see the GLORIOUS Macbook (black) checked the weight,whether it'll smudge and the "sharp" edges (which I heard from reviews) then if my memory serves me correctly Howie had to print something for Ash Li (YET to show us ==") continued by eating at MCD (yes I didn't fast yesterday and I won't blame it on me not sahur-ing unlike someone *rolls eyes* but yeah I didn't sahur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan dipped the nugget I gave him into his oreo mcflurry *puke* bloody idiot lol nvm he was kind enough to belanja for drinks and food (second round at the food court :P lalala) anyway MOOSE again had to do something (potong his hair at express cut via his FREE coupon :D) AND YES MOOSE is gonna uphold my request of making his hair like "Bart Simpson's" :D then we went to Topshop,Isetan,Vincci,F.O.S. , Robinsons, Banana Republic, Zara, Nike , Adidas , Metrojaya, Jusco and the rest I cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEEP IN MIND to get to those places we had to walk and seeing that Isetan,Robinsons and Banana Republic IS AT GARDENS ==" what guys will do for girls sometimes.Howie was on the verge of trying girl's clothes after I said I'll join too to reduce the embarrassment.Sadly we weren't allowed to bring girls clothes into the mens changing room at Robinsons :( or actually a godsent :P since Bryan wouldn't be allowed to LHAO. Howie will be the "model" during future escapades hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way (i can't remember in what order) we tried clothes at Robinsons :D , ate at the food court , drank fruit smoothies (resulting us to feel really cool at Metrojaya) , walked pass lingerie :D and chased each other around the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"BE A MAN, GO TRY GIRLS CLOTHES" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-984343805731311381?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/984343805731311381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=984343805731311381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/984343805731311381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/984343805731311381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/09/be-man-and-go-into-womens-clothing.html' title='BE A MAN and go into the womens clothing section :P || HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASH LI'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1119602453198540436</id><published>2008-09-06T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:18:38.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Up 2 Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.standup2cancer.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.standup2cancer.org/virtualstandup/downloads/signatures/signature1.jpg" alt="SU2C" align="top" border="0" width="139" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="content"&gt;      &lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 41px;" id="content_header" src="http://su2c.standup2cancer.org/images/content_header_mision.gif" alt="Mission Statement" /&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="content_img_box" src="http://su2c.standup2cancer.org/images/content_image_box.gif" alt="" width="261" height="202" /&gt;Here we stand, on the verge of unlocking the answers that will finally conquer the devastation that is cancer.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;We now understand the very biology that drives cancer. With knowledge gained from the mapping of the human genome, we can now target the genes and pathways that are involved in turning normal cells into cancerous ones. We are on the brink of possessing a toolbox full of new, advanced technologies just waiting to be adapted to benefit patients. Right before us, so close we can almost touch them, are scientific breakthroughs in the prevention, detection, treatment and even reversal of this disease.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;For the first time we can envision the possibility of stopping cancer in its tracks. But just when science is on the verge of giving us the breakthroughs that can end cancer, the will and the funding to do so are disappearing from the national agenda and from our collective consciousness.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Cancer takes one person every minute. One life in a moment. They are our brothers, our sisters, our fathers and mothers, our husbands and wives, our best friends, our children, ourselves. Every day 1500 people die and yet the means to save them are literally within our reach. To wait any longer for someone else to save our lives and the lives of those we love is unforgivable.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Inspired to act by our own personal experiences with cancer, we recognize that we can no longer rely on the current system alone to give us the breakthroughs we need. So, we are calling on the public to help take matters into our own hands, investing in a revolution that will change the way scientist and clinicians work to understand and treat these diseases. Stand Up To Cancer is more than a rallying cry. It is a galvanizing force created to urgently move cancer research forward.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;This is where the end of cancer begins: when we unite in one unstoppable movement and Stand Up To Cancer.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Working with the top experts in cancer research, Stand Up To Cancer is forging a new way to develop breakthroughs that will end cancer. We’re putting together the best and the brightest minds in cancer research – those on the edge of accomplishment – investing in their projects and taking the bureaucratic obstacles out of their way. We are building interdisciplinary “Dream Teams” of scientists, clinicians, technicians and other experts, who will focus on a specific cancer problem. We’ll track their progress in real time, so that everyone who invests can see how their participation is creating real change.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;Funds will be administered by the American Association for Cancer Research, the largest scientific organization in the world focusing on every aspect of high-quality, innovative cancer research. Together with their scientific Blue Ribbon Advisory Committee, comprised of world-class scientists across several disciplines and patient advocates, the most promising projects will be identified.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1119602453198540436?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1119602453198540436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1119602453198540436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1119602453198540436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1119602453198540436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/09/stand-up-2-cancer.html' title='Stand Up 2 Cancer'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-1462663074296802334</id><published>2008-09-03T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:53:34.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alia's tag</title><content type='html'>RULES&lt;br /&gt;- Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;- At the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;- No tags back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[clothing]&lt;br /&gt;1. I have an assorted collection of FIFA World Cup jerseys .Ex - Brazil,Argentina,Italy and Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[language]&lt;br /&gt;2. I will develop an &lt;i&gt;angmoh &lt;/i&gt;(angmoh refers to Caucasian people typically living in South East Asia.Correct me if I'm wrong Howie) accent while speaking with a foreigner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[body]&lt;br /&gt;3. I check my height (to see if playing in the NBA is a possibility) regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sleep]&lt;br /&gt;4. IRONICALLY I'm kinda like Alia... when I sleep in other peoples bed *wink wink* I'll wake up with the blanket covering me when I'm in my own its the opposite... i think its a syndrome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[problems]&lt;br /&gt;5. My knee IS REALLY ANNOYING ME =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[cartoon favourites]&lt;br /&gt;6. Gummy Bears and Hey Arnold :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[people]&lt;br /&gt;7. I love my friends.. but hate them as well... we only hurt the ones we love eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[reading]&lt;br /&gt;8. Haven't read in awhile... last book was "The Lure" by Bill Napier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[communication]&lt;br /&gt;9. Will only call people back/reply texts if it's important (peoples, and issues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[stress]&lt;br /&gt;10. PMR is the meaning of stress.... BLOODY HELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[cleanliness]&lt;br /&gt;11. I wash my hands everytime I feel they're oily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[looks]&lt;br /&gt;12. Has grown a feet and lost weight as I grew :D NO MORE BABY FAT BITCHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[appearance]&lt;br /&gt;13. Checks the car mirror constantly as I go to school..... VAIN MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[animals]&lt;br /&gt;14. Neglected my pets when I was young causing BOTH my rabbit and hamster dying. R.I.P. Pinocchio and Gepetto :( I haven't had any pets since them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[personal]&lt;br /&gt;15. I need to get my grades straighten out.Asians are suppose to be getting A which means Average, B = Bad , C means CRAP , D means DEAD, F means FUCKED ==" and needs an extra inch or FOUR to be happy but that doesn't matter since I'm fine the way I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like me as I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss My Memory Sucks aka Mae Yin&lt;br /&gt;Moose aka Howie&lt;br /&gt;Kamilo aka Harris Kamil&lt;br /&gt;Miss insecure aka Farah Amalina&lt;br /&gt;Mrs CR aka Annabelle Hon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-1462663074296802334?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/1462663074296802334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=1462663074296802334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1462663074296802334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/1462663074296802334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/09/alias-tag.html' title='Alia&apos;s tag'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-949586457251537076</id><published>2008-08-30T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:48:02.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Curi From Kenny Sia (don't tell him : P ) NATIONAL DAY WEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Firstly I shall put the link to his post (pictures included) http://kennysia.com/ (what makes a malaysian a malaysian) Secondly please don't take offense from any of these stereotypical statements :D just be proud to be MALAYSIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. You can name all the players from the the English Premier League, but ask you to name one football player from Malaysia, one name also cannot come out. (i knew a few *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;2. When StreamyX come, you complain StreamyX too slow. When Maxis Broadband come, you complain Maxis Broadband always disconnects. When WiMax come, you complain Wimax too expensive. In the end, you say StreamyX still the best lah. (thats coz it's monopolised,Kenny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. When toll price increase, you complain. When petrol price increase, you complain. When you go Starbucks buy RM10 coffee, NO COMPLAINTS. (True.... but Starbucks is ALREADY so expensive... you don't see them making it more expensive unlike our tolls :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. When you cannot find parking in a shopping mall and have to walk very far, you complain. When you go inside the shopping mall and there's SALE, run from one end of 1Utama to the other also NO COMPLAINTS. (WOMEN ONLY LAAAHHH, Kenny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;6. You are always late. And the excuse you give when you're late is always either: (a) traffic jam (b) no transport or (c) cannot find parking. (I blame my father always late... sometimes me as well but not until I come 30 minutes later la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7. You have a parent who force you to take science stream in high school, study engineering in Uni, then when you graduate, they ask you to forget everything you learnt in Uni and do commerce. (Hope this doesn't happen to me O.o )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;8. You know someone who can specially develop an &lt;i&gt;angmoh&lt;/i&gt; accent when speaking to a American / British / Australian. (I am one of them :P and i know many others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9. You complain against the government in kopitiam, you talk loud loud. Leave anonymous comments on blogs, you also talk loud loud. Attend ceremah by DAP, you shout loud loud. Then when Opposition organise a protest and ask you to go, you dun wan. Scared later &lt;i&gt;kena tangkap&lt;/i&gt; by ISA. (LOL this is my father la but I don't inttend to waste my life in prison even though if its for a cause....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;10. Every year on the 30th April, you are one of the people below queueing up last minute to submit your tax return at the IRB. (TAX FREE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;11. When you pay RM10 for something that costs RM1, you blame the Chinese. (what do Chinese people and purchase price have anything to do with each other ....) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. When a government service is too slow, you blame the Malays. (HAHAHA yes we do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;13. When a building is not good and collapsed, you blame the Indians. (I'd prefer to blame the indonesians...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;14. When a Chinese student won a scholarship, you say &lt;i&gt;"Wah! Very clever hor?"&lt;/i&gt; When a Malay student won a scholarship, you say &lt;i&gt;"Aiya! Of course lah! He Malay mah!" (YA LOH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;15. When an &lt;i&gt;angmoh&lt;/i&gt; stranger kiss you on the cheek to say hello, you very happy. When a Malaysian guy kiss you on the cheek to say hello, you slap him. (if the angmoh is a girl obviously lah... if guy also slap)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-949586457251537076?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/949586457251537076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=949586457251537076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/949586457251537076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/949586457251537076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-curi-from-kenny-sia-dont-tell-him-p.html' title='I Curi From Kenny Sia (don&apos;t tell him : P ) NATIONAL DAY WEEE'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-6945059125134852603</id><published>2008-08-23T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:57:59.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August term break (which will be over in 2 days) DOH!</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging about yesterday .... since its only 11.33 am ==" and I'm very bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7.30 am give or take but my bedside alarm clock showed 8 am so I was kinda in a hurry to go POO :D and shower but then I remembered I set it 30 minutes ahead of time ==" wasn't much in a rush after that.... lol. Ate french toast for breakfast courtesy of mom (she cooked fried rice and eggs only after i left, oh well) then showered. Called a cab to get to bangsar. Called everyone to see if they woke up.While waiting for the cab lady to call me back , Jerry kept calling and if I was on a call and the lady was calling I wouldn't answer and my cab would be gone... So I told him I'll call him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner cab lady called and asked me to go down to the lobby.Got in the cab greeted the cab driver and called Jerry back -_- he asked where was I then I "politely" told him I was leaving. Reached BSC (meeting point before going to the park next to SMKBB to play basketball) called Jerry to ask where he was.... I found him after one minute ... then he told me he wanted to PEE.... useless "kid" doesn't even know how to find a freaking toilet. Called Keefe after showing Jerry where the Toilet was.... he arrived a minute later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then called Swee to find out where he was.... Not suprising to find that "chicken" to be sleeping and my phone call woke him up.He overslept DUH.... he tried getting hold of one of his "drivers" (mommy and brothers :P) failed though... so Swee Han volunteered to fetch him from college.We weren't bothered and just continued to BB park.Ryan and some dude named Kelvin was already there.Adam and Pang Yoong followed suit. Played 3 on 3 while waiting for Lew Yum and Swee (who didn't turn up coz he was malas to wait for his brother so he went to tidur again ==") played 3 or 4 scrimmages our team won most of em' yes redemption for Hartamas U-15 basketball team :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished up around 11.50 . Keefe was kind enough to send us to BSC , so it would be easier to get back. Bought drinks downstairs then Jerry's dad volunteered to send me home :) instead of taking another cab lol. Got back at 12.30 pm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showered then went on the computer.Watched 100x4 mens relay and YES BOLT helped break a world record AGAIN, crazy ass Jamaican.Later, watched the US vs Argentina mens basketball semis.Manu got injured *sigh* Carmelo was a real dickhead on the court , getting into unnesessary scuffles with Argentinian players. Slept around 12 am +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to cut my hair later at Curlers &lt;&gt; and eating with Yudish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-6945059125134852603?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/6945059125134852603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=6945059125134852603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6945059125134852603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/6945059125134852603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-term-break-which-will-be-over-in.html' title='August term break (which will be over in 2 days) DOH!'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-8453907931498440250</id><published>2008-08-21T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:23:57.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting The Ground Running</title><content type='html'>Alot has been said and done recently...... we're already in the month of August so I've been reflecting on LIFE , yes LIFE our own BIG BANG , impacting the world in our own ways.Some have won sporting awards/accolades or even creating something to help human kind. We teenagers only wish to accomplish things like that.I just wanna run away from it all, PMR, school, life, everything. JUST RUN like Forest Gump (yes Faheem I'm agreeing with you).August has been especially exciting I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly:PMR trials.... not willing to talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly:The Olympics (like Howie mentioned) have been full of blood,sweat and tears. Liu Xiang's departure after he took off his number(s) I think all the Chinese people out there cried..... missing the chance seeing their great sportman participating in a host nation Olympics or the great Michael Phleps acheiving the feat of eight gold medals in a single olympics and even our very own Malaysian Lee Chong Wei being able to acheive a silver medal being the first singles badminton player to do so. Other great feats like Usain Bolt striking twice :D and bagging the gold medal both in the 100 meters sprint and 200 meters as well and even breaking the world record in those events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally: Keefe's birthday party HAHAHA yeah its worth mentioning. I arrived 1st (seeing birhtday boy needed to make his entrance) followed by Jerry and Howie. Ejay,Swee,Faheem arrived 10 minutes later. Played basketball for one hour (all of us were off form... like SERIOUSLY) then we went to the coffee house.... Farah arrived while we were eating. Nadhil,Eezzuan and Ariff followed suit after we finished dinner and started swimming.We had a swimming relay. Faheem,Keefe and Ejay were on one team and Howie aka Michael Phleps of the day Swee and Me (loser of the day hahah) Howie and Faheem started for their respective teams followed by Swee and Ejay and lastly Me and Keefe.Our team lost because of my horrible display of swimming (Keefe came from behind to beat me *sigh*) I'll need to start swimming again, haven't really did it daily since I went for swimming classes when I was in standard 6. We then showered and waited for our clothes to dry in the sauna ...... Most of us (Howie,Swee,Faheem,Ariff,Me and Eezzuan) then went to Keefe's condo. Keefe's condo is two units joined together O: yeah. He had several aquariums, a fusball table, a HUGE TV in his living room, three snakes and a "pond" inbetween his two units. We relaxed for awhile then some of us went on his laptop (to look at some pictures :P) while others played ps2. Ate pizza, sang happy birthday and ate cake (tiramisu i think) then played winning eleven.Mae Yin (the annoying sister of mine) then called after having an "interesting" conversation with Faheem while we were playing, Swee then said some disturbing things HAHA. It was Manchester United fans (Eezzuan and me) against Liverpool fans (Keefe and Swee) we played 3 games. Manchester won two of them. I scored most of the goals :P hahahaha. We shouted ALOT then Swee even broke Keefe's bed. Swee kept hitting me when i scored -_- my thigh was red like hell yesterday. Faheem and Swee went home so it was just Me and Eezzuan left. We went on the computer then went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-8453907931498440250?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/8453907931498440250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=8453907931498440250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8453907931498440250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/8453907931498440250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/08/hitting-ground-running.html' title='Hitting The Ground Running'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827430131497532988.post-3371761009175518337</id><published>2008-08-16T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:59:33.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.69 seconds</title><content type='html'>Think what can a human possibly do that in amount of time .Well currently only ONE human on earth do this = Sprint 100 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what us NORMAL people can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) pee&lt;br /&gt;2) greet a person&lt;br /&gt;3) drive till a distance of 100 + meters&lt;br /&gt;4) Eat 6-10 french fries&lt;br /&gt;5) blink 10 + times&lt;br /&gt;6) inhale and exhale 5-6 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed impossible for people to even achieve the feat of the OLD world record which belonged to the SECOND fastest man Asafa Powell which was 9.74 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speechless at the feat that was accomplish by a fellow human being... I say "Congratulations" to Usain Bolt from Jamaica and "Kudos" to the once great Asafa Powell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking forward to the 110 meters hurdles, 200 meter sprint and badminton as well :D MALAYSIA FINALLY BOLEH !! (dapat silver hahaha) big props to Lee Chong Wei *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Howie found out its illegal to feed alcoholic beverages to a moose (in Fairbanks, Alaska, USA) so when we're there I cannot yum seng with him :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7827430131497532988-3371761009175518337?l=myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/feeds/3371761009175518337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7827430131497532988&amp;postID=3371761009175518337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3371761009175518337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7827430131497532988/posts/default/3371761009175518337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myfavoriteincidents.blogspot.com/2008/08/969-seconds.html' title='9.69 seconds'/><author><name>Arif Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05497611039577571144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jL6HwDQv6mI/STjW_Z8oY_I/AAAAAAAAADk/QndeMeoN89s/S220/myart_illust11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
