<?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-7132794127885913784</id><updated>2011-08-13T20:14:13.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when silence are progressing.</title><subtitle type='html'>When Orion and Rigel speaks in a Language Only They Know, Language of Sleep and Insomnia.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-4936622928969613003</id><published>2010-11-16T14:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:05:33.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today my friend; is MY day, not yours.</title><content type='html'>Let go straight to the point, life is getting tougher from now on, getting an increment (booyah!), starting on new stuffs which I hope I could get my hands on really soon and, my God, I just have to say this again…I’m getting an increment! Loads of it! Ok part one; done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, this was supposed to be last week’s post, but time is not on my side, I met this senorita, she’s fine like a cheetah, and she’s cute yo! I was at a bar for an event with a couple of friends; some other friends came and brought a friend from a purple country along, lovely. So I stood there with my team mates all heated up for the event (it was a quiz thingy), played the game through the 3rd round, by the 4th and last round, this purple friend came and helped our team regardless of the points that will be taken out due to outsiders help she still stood next to me. Fine, game’s over, the party is still on, so I went to have a chat with some other team and the purple friend was there.  It shocked that she went right next to me and grab hold of my arms and start asking me questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously dude, it’s the first meeting and that happened, of course I almost fainted. Chatted for a while about this and that blah blah blah. At the end of the day, I never got to know her name. Bloody shit.  So with all that regret not being such a gentlemen and send her to her car, I went off to chill with my team mates at Hartamas. Crap here and there, got my dinner, had a laugh or two, then I went back to Damasara Heights for a midnight ride with the fixie’s for an hour. So that’s it? No name? No news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, there is news on it. To make the regret worst, I just found out that our purple friend (I got her name btw) got into an accident after she left the party. Bloody Mary-mother of all bitches, I felt really bad about it. So I planned a bit here and there. There is going to be another trivia on the 25th November, I was thinking of getting her to come. Of course with a little help from my friends. Oh I haven’t mentioned it yet; she’s 7 years older, and works with Yahoo! Now you know why she’s purple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a bloody good month for me. With all the things happening or about to happen, I have bigger responsibilities to manage, things to learn, experience to feel, and slaps to get. Seriously, I cannot wait for the day to come; I will rule this industry and make it bigger than ever. God willing, I will. YAHOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-4936622928969613003?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/4936622928969613003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-my-friend-is-my-day-not-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/4936622928969613003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/4936622928969613003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-my-friend-is-my-day-not-yours.html' title='Today my friend; is MY day, not yours.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-4026460911837240727</id><published>2010-11-01T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:03:04.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bada bing, bada bang!</title><content type='html'>It wasn't a good day, i basically had nothing to do in the office. But, i have movie tickets for takers, isn't that nice. Waiting for a few friends to come, should be here any minute. Meanwhile, lets start on what i have to do now. Basically save my money...eh, their here already. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-4026460911837240727?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/4026460911837240727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/11/bada-bing-bada-bang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/4026460911837240727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/4026460911837240727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/11/bada-bing-bada-bang.html' title='Bada bing, bada bang!'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-5182569341719761404</id><published>2010-10-28T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T09:48:11.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding monkeys and their possibilities.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I’m talking about mother fucking monkeys who can’t drive their “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt;” cars for nuts. Who the fuck would want to ramp their Volkswagen towards an old car like mine? Are you that stupid ah lady? Thank god I cursed you, if I didn’t, maybe you won’t realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another monkey bizz is about this month, I have a bad feel about it. I gave some money to my mum, brothers, bars, clubs, whatever, I think I might be broke in the middle of the month. Fuck. There is an album launching by Diandra @ Laundry Bar tonight, I am looking forward to that. That’s the only thing that drives me today, for now. Looking forward for Friday as well, a couple of friends invite me for a “couple” of beers, that’s gonna cost too. Sheesh. Depavali is next week, yes, and another drinking session. Oh my.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is coming quite well these days; I’m seeing new brands spending quite a figure on advertising, that’s good. But for me, really, I want to go up, start doing something else, online planning would be great. But I need to get my balls together, focus on NOW instead of focusing on some other stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again for the fifty –fucking-hundredth times, I want to see our new media making its way faster. We are ahead of Indonesia, but falling behind others, Indonesia is the last on the list.  All this making report on bloggers shit is just as shitty as the person who made the reports. What the fuck is wrong with you people. The one in charge of our countries &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;new media&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is too old I guess? Can’t keep up with the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“new”&lt;/span&gt; stuff eyh, gramps? I’m just saying; don’t file a report on me please. Cheers mafakas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-5182569341719761404?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/5182569341719761404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/10/understanding-monkeys-and-their.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/5182569341719761404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/5182569341719761404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/10/understanding-monkeys-and-their.html' title='Understanding monkeys and their possibilities.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-6018753426752407781</id><published>2010-10-25T14:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:09:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what people always do; fucking complaint. So what?</title><content type='html'>Past weeks was awesome indeed, a lot of work, drinking and what not. But there is this one issue that has been annoying me, and yes, it’s the retarded-racial issue &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;. What the fuck? Let Chinese be Chinese, Malays be Malays and so on, the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1Sekolah&lt;/span&gt; thingy is nothing to me, have it, not having it, be whatever it may be, and we’re still on the same ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a few stuff from Rocky’s Bru regarding the blog issue. Oh my fucking God, it is a retarded issue, ok it insults, so? Wait…do you even read what he’s actually trying to say? Or you just read the title? I’m here doing my work and laughing my ass off when I found out that Rais Yatim is handling the “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEW MEDIA&lt;/span&gt;”. Dude, what is new media? Do you know how it works, what it contains, what we can do with it? Oh yes, we can change minds, but that’s just the whole point of it; to create a new angle in looking at things, having so many ideas of how we could do it, not just having info’s from our local newspaper or TV. Chinese people would say this, “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sien&lt;/span&gt; la if you can’t tell what’s new and what’s old”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sien&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh  well, typical. So much for your “New Media” LOL! Moving on, and no, not any other political shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been going to events by media owners and stuff, its nice to meet people. Latest was the Screenings by Media Prima. I had a ball of time, drinking and laughing throughout the whole thing. My friend, “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;akua&lt;/span&gt;”, got himself wasted like…super wasted. Me on the other hand, almost “there”. While all that happened, our “bet master” accidently revealed he’s true feelings towards Pu Sy Lau. LOL. I might be drunk, but I catch every single sentence coming out from you, buddy. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s just it I guess, “aka” is coming back tomorrow, office is going to get retard as usual. Today was all plain and dull. *sigh* and OH! I have a student under me now! How honored I am!  It has been such a great month so far, so I’m gonna go do my stuff instead of making a report or blame other people on their mistakes. Oops, am I gonna get busted? LOL cheers mafakas, have a nice week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-6018753426752407781?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/6018753426752407781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-what-i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/6018753426752407781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/6018753426752407781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-what-i-think.html' title='This is what people always do; fucking complaint. So what?'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-2674543865422101072</id><published>2010-10-13T16:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:17:15.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I See Colours. Beautiful ones.</title><content type='html'>I went completely nuts today, work is so fun. Like any other days, it'll be laughter all the way. No matter how stress you are, laughter is the best medicine. Other then that, I'm worried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole Racial issues...its too retarded, man! 80% of my friends &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; non-Malays, and they are so nice! (I'm very sure they are) But look at what these Politicians, random bloggers are talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with you people? I am 21 this year, and it's a mess already. People are fighting for retarded issues, racial stuffs. like, what the fuck? don't you guys have anything better to do? Mind the socio-political bloggers (only some sane ones), its their job to influenced the people to a path where unity lives. But some just don't give a damn about it. Have you ever think of what &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt;, the younger generations have to fight for in another 10 years? What your grandchildren have to fight for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a chat with some colleagues an hour ago, we were talking about families, culture, and all that shit, but not once, never, I hear them talking shit about other races. If other people hear us talking, they might think of us as racists, but hey, its a healthy conversation. We're talking about how each and every of our culture works, how its like, what makes us special. Not to mock them, but to have a better understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be a "young punk", and this is what I think, and  I'm saying it. So, fuck you're thoughts, fuck you're racist shit and fuck the whole 1Malaysia thingy. it ain't gonna happen until we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UNDERSTAND&lt;/span&gt; what 1Malaysia actually means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to lose my friends, my Chinese family, the Indian part of me, and I just want this country to be free from racial issues. Oh well, thats gonna be another dream that never gonna happen. cheers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If they ask me what race am I, I'm Chi-nda-lay yo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-2674543865422101072?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/2674543865422101072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-see-colours-beautiful-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/2674543865422101072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/2674543865422101072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-see-colours-beautiful-ones.html' title='I See Colours. Beautiful ones.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-2659849143676793091</id><published>2010-10-08T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T11:07:51.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh.my.god.</title><content type='html'>it is too retard! work is like boring today. there's a few to be done, but so little energy and mood to move on. but tonight my friends, we PARTYYYHHHHH!! Catcha is having a party @ Milk Club, bangsar. meeting up some friends and drink all night. guess what, second round is at laundry, for Nuffnang's party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, this is going to be fun. 7 hours to go mafaka!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-2659849143676793091?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/2659849143676793091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/10/ohmygod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/2659849143676793091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/2659849143676793091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/10/ohmygod.html' title='oh.my.god.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-3316280134396866906</id><published>2010-10-05T10:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T10:09:16.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>re-incarnation of...entah la. whatever la.</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, really. Surprise me, for once. Surprise me, surprise me please mother fucker!it's so boring here, Commonwealth's data is only available in another two days for extraction. god damn it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am basically free. not for you, but for myself. i had a ball of time with some friends, killed a few Kennys of course. and oh, i trashed some retard pinoys on HoN. in yo' face mafaka!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now the skeleton king! hurah! hurah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a retard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-3316280134396866906?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/3316280134396866906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/10/re-incarnation-ofentah-la-whatever-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/3316280134396866906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/3316280134396866906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/10/re-incarnation-ofentah-la-whatever-la.html' title='re-incarnation of...entah la. whatever la.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-4275213218253393149</id><published>2010-10-04T14:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:16:13.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey says; hello.</title><content type='html'>Today i'm feeling a little bit retard. Don't know where to start. ok here goes, i just got back from Phuket a week ago, it was fuckin' awesome. came back to the office knowing that i have shit loads of work to do. not so awesome lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things happen within the month of September, made new friends, gone all alcoholic, its an insane world here. to top that up, i made friends with some cool media owners, fun people i must say. and oh, shit loads of work again. oh well, nak buat macam mana, hidup kena lah kerja kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oktengkiubye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-4275213218253393149?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/4275213218253393149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/10/monkey-says-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/4275213218253393149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/4275213218253393149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/10/monkey-says-hello.html' title='Monkey says; hello.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-7768604204911305505</id><published>2010-07-31T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:26:17.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey says; Fuck you!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm having a meeting at Hailam Kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored to death and I feel like saying something.&lt;br /&gt;First, I lost my fucking laptop, car got broke into, rear left window shattered, and bye bye laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you mother fucker!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I. AM. SUPPA MONKEY. I have the PAWWWWAAAHHHHH!!!!! Kapow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, fuck all you mo'fo, i'm, done with this shit. Time for some ice Cham. ahhhh lavleyh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-7768604204911305505?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/7768604204911305505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/7768604204911305505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/7768604204911305505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/07/after-life.html' title='Monkey says; Fuck you!'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-7037315665341021856</id><published>2010-07-04T03:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T03:17:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little come back from the long dead sleep</title><content type='html'>i guess writing isn't my thing...well, not here. but the hell with that. been away a for a looonnggg long time. here's a shortcut to all that, i've been busy with work, work, work...and more fucking work. not that i hate it, adding up to that,it is fun. i don't even have time for my self, what more my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh...wait....i can't remember what to write...the fuck. goodnight. thanks benadryl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-7037315665341021856?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/7037315665341021856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-come-back-from-long-dead-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/7037315665341021856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/7037315665341021856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-come-back-from-long-dead-sleep.html' title='a little come back from the long dead sleep'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-1491424439502764506</id><published>2009-10-02T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:55:08.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheit!</title><content type='html'>fuuuuuck, gila lama aku hilang dari blog ni. berhabuk lah jugak kan.&lt;br /&gt;the point is, aku dah tak tulis diary lagi. bukan tak nak, when it comes to something personal, i couldn't express it 'cause i don't want too. that spoils everything about a diary. well i'll be writing about "stuffs", maybe. tak tau bila, but ada lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far la, life treat aku agak...biasa. sakit-berjahit dan juga happy-jawa dapat duit. err lebih kurang la. kerja pulak macam sial, ada je jealous ngan duit bapak aku kan? memang masalah problem. basically, semuanya samaaaaaa macam dulu, rambut je dah panjang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-1491424439502764506?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/1491424439502764506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/1491424439502764506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/1491424439502764506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheit.html' title='cheit!'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-818293297061374138</id><published>2009-04-16T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:43:31.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the F?</title><content type='html'>Cool move :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought it would be THAT harsh, oh well; all of us have games to play, lets play shall we.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and enjoy it alright? sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-818293297061374138?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/818293297061374138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-f.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/818293297061374138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/818293297061374138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-f.html' title='What the F?'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-3871403520428161884</id><published>2009-04-12T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:09:04.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragedy.</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I’m still not posting anything for the past, few months…I do have time but I spend it on worthless things. Been hanging out with me buddies more often, to kill the wasted time thinking about again…worthless shits. Heh, life wasn’t this bad usually; not like where I am now. It is terrible man! God! I just wish none of this happened. Signing out. Ciao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-3871403520428161884?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/3871403520428161884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/04/tragedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/3871403520428161884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/3871403520428161884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/04/tragedy.html' title='Tragedy.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-4908347726341790814</id><published>2009-04-06T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T03:11:29.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come back.</title><content type='html'>look for "LOVEFIELD (Short Film by Mathieu Ratthe)"in youtube. an awesome short film.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being away for weeks, i was busy. and now i'm coming back with shit about gigs,fun, sunburst, and blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post it one by one, i need time to think and write yaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next blog, chaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-4908347726341790814?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/4908347726341790814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-for-lovefield-short-film-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/4908347726341790814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/4908347726341790814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-for-lovefield-short-film-by.html' title='come back.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-7059553315101675698</id><published>2009-03-12T11:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:16:19.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woopidoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="file:///C:/Users/User/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she just walked pass by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with her sweet little smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with her short hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; waving at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; saying its over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; where my heart breaks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; into million pieces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  why does it has to be like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but i cant do anything bout it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; coz thats just life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it will never be perfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  she just walked pass by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with her pink uniform,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with her cardigans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; suddenly the relationship that we had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just lost without signs or figure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  why does it has to be like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but i cant do anything bout it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; coz thats just life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it will never be perfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  she just walked pass by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with her sweet little smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; saying its over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by a friend for a girl to a friend and self note also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7132794127885913784-7059553315101675698?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/7059553315101675698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/03/woopidoo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/7059553315101675698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/7059553315101675698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/03/woopidoo.html' title='woopidoo!'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-8827219922129333020</id><published>2009-03-12T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:36:37.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Bored, Okay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Bit Different From The Norm =]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Basic Bullshit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What's your name?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;name gedik ke name cari makan..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your age would be nice to know.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;satu sembilan belas..i dont want to grow up..arghh..ohh godddd we already made a deall..u let everyone grow old xcept me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are you single or taken?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;welll... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Randomization.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What is your least favorite color?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;colour orang mati, black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What is the last thing on earth that you would like to do right now?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;poke bush's ass so hard dat he would tear zillions of almonds out of his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What clothes are you wearing?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;t-shirt..and u..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What color is your bedroom?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bedroom 1= white, dull. pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What is your least favorite food?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;d one dat i cant swallow..or so hard to eat..like crab..but i like crab..but it is so hard to eat..fak m hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What is your favorite food?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everything dat is edible xcept batu and kayu and lumut and kusyen and tiang lampu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And your least favorite drink would be...?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;air sedap, teh 'o' nipis tak mau buih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In all honesty does myspace take up a great deal of your life?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i tot no one ever ask..oh hell yeah..i spend most of my time myspacing..its not like i dnt haf a life..i do..but i just dont participate well enuff in my life..myspace rawks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you could be any age, what would it be?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wud like to be forever 18..please..ahhh fishh.. m getting oldd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are you satisfied with the way you look and act?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well not really..its alright i guess..? but i understand if u dont coz who can blame u..just look at urself..i cant even label u as a human there mister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is Bzoink a website that you visit often?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nope..this is the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you do drugs and/or alcohol on a regular basis?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nope..not on regular basics...occasionaly yes..but only on very2 important even tonly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you think you are capable of not eating for 5 days?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what do u think i am..? a camel..? are u a camel..? coz dat wud xplain d two humps at ur back..or are u just a plain hunchback..? kesian kat awak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What food and drink could you live off for the rest of your life?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mineral water and a sack full on unlimited food suply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boys and Girls Are Fun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do looks really matter?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at first, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Does size really matter?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ooghhhhh yeahshhjhakd...it doess...oh wait, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you ever had a boyfriend/girlfriend?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;girlfriend yes, boyfriend no, never, not gonna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If so, how long was that relationship?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;demnit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What is your longest?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3?4? effin years..i wish i cud turn back time..but then again who doesn't kan..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What quality do you find most attractive in a boy/girl?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;her adorableness and sweetness and kindness and also uniqueness..yerp..and don't forget her well-retardness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are you a virgin?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes..*lalalalala..do i sound convincing enuff* alrighttt alrightt, maybe?....happy now..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you are not, do you regret doing it with the person you lost "it" to?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you are a virgin, are you in a rush to not be one anymore?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is PDA disgusting?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is there anything that you would change about your significant other?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ntah...buat ape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you think you could marry a high school sweetheart?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well..i don't know..maybeee..well i hope not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="&amp;quot;right&amp;quot;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would you ever consider having a long distance relationship?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;screw tht...pfft! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Long or Short hair?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not too long not to short..moderate la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blue eyes or Brown eyes?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i prefer blue but kat sini sume makan belacan..mane ade mate biru2 nie..kalau ade pun yang sakit mate ade la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tan or light skin?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tan..pemuda berkulit putih freaks me out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Looks or Brains?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or..??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Words Associations Are The Best!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Orange.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;juice..nyum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cell phone.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;life!! but it also can leads to brain damage which means death..but oh well.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Break.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;beat..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Music.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;love love, hate hate, obsess obsess, awesome awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Samantha.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;brown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;complicated as usuall. nothing comes easy, dick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Time.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is priceless..but it cost me alot on this guess watch..fak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Crash.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eksidensi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Home.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kota damansara, kota damned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sleep.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nikmat yang tersangat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sex.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can i mentioned nikmat yang tersangat twice..? oh please..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Death.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;terrifying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Long Distance.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eiiiiii...pff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Winner.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chelsea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gold.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;digger... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hellogoodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Running.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;penat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lie.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;u feel bad for d first time but 2nd time comes easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This or That.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7up or Sprite?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;who care..both taste d same.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Coke or Pepsi?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then again..taste d same..my gustatory device couldn't detect any slight diff between both of them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boy or Girl?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Run or Swim?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;IMUN! (swim + run)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Drive or Fly?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fly..robin flyyy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ferrari or Corvet?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ferrari bole corvet pun bole...bukan kau pun yang nak bagi aku kete tu.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;VW or Ford?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;VW bebeh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cellular Device or Computer?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;errr..can u please stop asking question dat are so hard to decide../ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sex or Foreplay?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;both are too delicious? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;O.C.D or A.D.D?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ocd..add cam mengelupur lebeh je..cam chaom la..hahhaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boyfriend/Girlfriend or Friend?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i choose you..meh la..mari laa..come here darling..aww..uuuu..yeah..haaa tau takottt..tanye lagi soalan susah2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mom or Dad?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MOAD (mom + dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brother or Sister?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sister la..brothers are anoyying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Food or Drink?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;drink...and also food..m a human u bitch..not a camel...again, u ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends Aren't So Fun Sometimes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you have any friends that you cannot depend on?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha..tell me bout it.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you have a best friend whom you can depend on?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes....they are retards who i love most :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you have more male or female friends?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i haf more vagina's than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;penises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are they crazy or quiet, or both?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;most of them are crazyyyy..and i love them just the way they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is your best friend your boyfriend/girlfriend?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well ahah! i can't even answer that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you sometimes hate your friends?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it depends on how much does it hurts when she/he does it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How long is your longest friendship?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;since 1989....do ur own maths &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you and your friends take myspace pictures together?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeahhh..can u see..? oh wait..? are u like blind or something..? gi register o.k.u la weh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What do you and your friends normally do when you hang out?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;talk..do crazy stuffs..talk..do more crazy stuffs and snap pictures...wow weee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What is your best friend's name?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;too precious to be mentioned here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How old is he/she?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ooohhh..90 tahun dah...tuaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="4" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are You Afraid Of...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Death?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nope..not really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Flying?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;m afraid of height..so yeah..takot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Birds?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nehhh..tapi yang burung2 kat padang2 pasir yang makan bangkai tu takot la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dogs?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not d beautiful ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Light?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;u mean THE light..? wait wat light are we talking abt here..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Drowning?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes..but i can swim u know..haaaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Crossing bridges?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes,coz who knows it might collapse when m in d middle of it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Life?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;takot tak takot pun m still livin it kan..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PDA?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wat do u think m sumkind of electronics hater ke..? wtf yaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Crossing the street?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not anymore..thanks to panduan melintas jalan ABC!! yeahh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Walking around alone?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nope...enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The dark?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well sumtime yeah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cemetaries?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeahh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Physically fighting?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nope..m pretty tough myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Confrontation?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it depends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The opposite sex?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nehhhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-8827219922129333020?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/8827219922129333020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-bored-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/8827219922129333020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/8827219922129333020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-bored-okay.html' title='I Was Bored, Okay?'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-7915722460386991997</id><published>2009-03-12T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:07:37.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dead Sinking Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Play a song called Go Mad And Mark by Envy while reading this.&lt;br /&gt;These lines of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emotive&lt;/span&gt; story are translation of the original lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;you extend your heartbeat hoping to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;satisfactory circulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; forget the body you have entrusted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; smile at the corner of memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; even an accidental streaming voice wont touch tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; awkwardly pile up the isolation with anxiety one by one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; it keeps talking without ceasing before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; even i can do little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; there is nothing i want to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; what is that i can do for now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; the times i saw the place i ended up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; i grasp the vision i found in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; shut everything up from the world again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; for a tiny ray of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; set it free from this anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; raise it carefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; there is nothing here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; suffer for nothing as it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; walk around cause its entertaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;couldn't keep the promises to replace you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; i always carry it with me until the time comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; i know you wont wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; because you are farther away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; caught up only be earning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;don't even try to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; at the end of the world i found out i cant turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; staring with farewell. then comes the time the promise expects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; eyes that abandon individuality and hope you dislike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; exhausted moment melts into a given sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; this feeling goes on endlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; i obtained after a total transformation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; the map comes back into a faded color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; i tear it and stray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; the past, tomorrow, the future, its all fixed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; it goes on, intense, growl, it goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; stop, eternally, calm, stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; reach ahead, stir, reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt; mark today- go mad and mark&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/7132794127885913784-7915722460386991997?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-3781455016597872299</id><published>2009-03-12T00:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:32:03.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooooh, I Drank Milo Yaw!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soooo, the post title says it all. I drank Milo! woohoo! I mean, after years hating it, finally; a secret, awesome Milo recipe,in the middle of the night where my eyes are tired and my medulla oblongata is already in sleeping mood and I'm talking on the phone with Ash, she gave me a few tips on "how to make a good hot-kick ass Milo". This is how the conversation sounds like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Me : eh ash, what time you want to sleep la weyh? it's  oledi 3 yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash: what "eh eh" huh? suka hati la when i wanna tido! haiya, you ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : okaaaay, your call rite?..sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash: eh eh beb, you know what...uhmm wait...oh! i want to drink Milo panas laa weyhh, i need to                           sleep weyhh, how ah? should i make one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *wtf is wrong with her, pfff* eeee Milo? blerrgh! tak sedap dohhh! how can you?...erghh not                          another Milo fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash: hey! don't say that,ass! Milo is AWESOME i tell you. shesh, whats wrong with you ziq?                                   everyone enjoys Milo la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : ek? eeee no no no. na'uh'...say no to Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash: ok now, grab a glass, find a tea spoon, and the mamak milk tu, hoit! jangan gelak la! I tak              tau la nama susu tuuu. pastu you amik 4-6 tea spoon of Milo, add in 3-4 tea spoon of                       mamak milk tu, pastu baru add in hot water. stir it, drink up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : errrr...no thanks beb, say no to Milo remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash: suka hati you la, I want mine, wait ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*so she went away and make her self one hot Milo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*five minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash : yaw yaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : baaaaaaabe! AWESOME GILAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash : what the...? Jesus! dude! what...the...fuck...is...WRONG WITH YOUUUU!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : WOOOOHOOOO! best doh Milo panas! woot woot! hahaha, I took your recipe and,                          BE JESUS! it's a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash : *proudly* I told you so. it...is...freagin...AWESOME! why do you think we Milo fans love                             Milo? God, maybe theres more you need to know about normal humans. beb,                                                             seriously...are you excited or feeling happy and you cant stop moving around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : errr, not that I know. but I rasa happy semacam, haa excited la. kot? tah la? hahaha bodoh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash : ok I think you cannot drink Milo at night, you'll be hyper you retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : eh shush lah! people want to enjoy their Milo also cannot ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash : sah! hyper sial. dah la, i need to sleep la beb, work work work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bla bla bla, the convo ends*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo, yeah i like Ashley's Milo. don't like the mamak style or Milo 'o'. those are...eeeee. ahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow weeee! ok I'm high over the Milo actually, and i don't know why i am very excited to post this ( i know, stupid right?) hahaha whatever yaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-3781455016597872299?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/3781455016597872299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/03/oooooh-i-drank-milo-yaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/3781455016597872299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/3781455016597872299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/03/oooooh-i-drank-milo-yaw.html' title='Oooooh, I Drank Milo Yaw!'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-4975601560492523580</id><published>2009-03-03T03:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:25:40.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I-Don't-Know-What-To-Write About-Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hmmm lets see, I haven’t write for a few days… bored to death…feeling all EMO-ISH-CRANKY-CLUELESS-SAD. There, I don’t know what has got into me and it sucks! Why can’t I let go of it when I already did in mind? Truth sucks man. I accidently clicked my mouse on her picture; actually I was going for another file to edit the pictures from the Gaza gig. A huge picture of her came up on the screen, I was stoned for a while, all this deep concentration of feeling in the heart…grab my phone texted her good night. But…sigh…no reply. It’s so weird, I thought I’ve already let it go, geez. Adding up to that, one song I should never put in my playlist again played, Steal Me by Jupiter Sunrise…$^*%!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihhh. So anyway, I went to a gig last Saturday which is on the 28th of February. Its to help the people in Gaza by entering the gig and pay Rm25 for the tickets and its also a donation for Gaza. Line ups were fantastic… ok la I think, enjoyed most of it (well not the lame-I-don’t-know-who-band). Komplot definitely rocked the house after Bunk Face and a few others. &lt;strong&gt;DISKO&lt;/strong&gt; tanpa &lt;strong&gt;RISIKO&lt;/strong&gt; (disco without risk) was freaking awesome and yeah, they obviously played Konflik Metropolis (Metropolis conflict). The crowds went hectic! As Komplot starts to play and yeah at first there was no one in front of the stage till &lt;em&gt;Zac Patrician&lt;/em&gt; (Vocals for Komplot) said they’re not gonna start unless the crowd come nearer to the stage. People gathered, adrenaline pumping, impatiently waiting for Komplot to start… just as the first note of the guitar hits, the crowd is already screaming and dancing. Woahh, what a feeling…what a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Komplot’s disco-dancing and dazzling performance, it was Pesawat. Okay, maybe not many enjoys Pesawat…I guess? Reasons, one; the crowd sucks coz right after Komplot, everyone dismiss, two; during the first few minutes of the first song, no one really stand and jump around or sing along just like they did with Komplot. Why? Three; I notice that the crowd there are 30% zombies. It’s a gig people! You don’t run for shelter when it starts to rain! That’s when the fun starts! Geez, poor Pesawat. But there are a few Pesawat fans that are still moshing during the rain. Two thumbs up for you guys ;). After Pesawat’s session, it’s time to stop for prayers (for the Muslims). By that time I had to rush out to pick up my dad for a meeting and that was around 3 pm, half way there he called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: you kat mana ni?&lt;br /&gt;Me:oh I dah on the way to the factory dah, another 15 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: oh tak jadi la, later at 9 o’clock I’ll give you a call and u come to Ampang for the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Me: errr. Okaaayyy, Ok pa, ade polis. gtg! Gtg! *hitting the paddle to the metal* *puts down the phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-my-god, I went out for a “meeting” and it was cancelled by the client and missed one song played by one of my friends; &lt;em&gt;Haqeem Nordin&lt;/em&gt; and others, Ashes of Scarlet. What a turn off! They are one of the main reasons why I wanted to go! Arrrghh! But still I get to listen to them and it was &lt;strong&gt;FUCKING AWSOME!&lt;/strong&gt; and I manage to snap quite a lot of pictures of them. Phewh…later after Ashes of Scarlet, its time to stop for Maghrib prayer. So we decided to go out for dinner! Lapar gila ouhh! Imagine… eight people…in a…Toyota Harrier (betul ke spelling ni?) dah macam kereta sardine kot. Tak pasal-pasal nak pergi Bukit Bintang, nak makan kat Kitaro punya pasal. Berhimpit lah mereka. Pastu I had to attend the meeting at 9pm and the clock shows 8:50pm! So everyone rushed and I send them back to Museum Telekom (somewhere around Jalan Raja Chulan) and rushed to Ampang. But I did manage to get back to the gig for Zip Ziller and OAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s too many to write about the gig, to much fun, excitement and I hope these pictures will help you figure it out. I’m out of words to write actually, my medulla oblongata is getting dysfunctional already, my thoughts are not focusing on what I’m typing anymore, I’m hungry and I want to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308944461617148514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/Sa0o3B73smI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P8elXfhXEWA/s320/DSC_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308944471084117090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/Sa0o3lM-LGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xBebBuM6v_4/s320/DSC_0207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308944467488457634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/Sa0o3Xzsw6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/F9OeBq8j488/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308944475180804002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/Sa_R_sZx15I/AAAAAAAAAKI/etqeDV1-HH8/s320/DSC_0885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309693377874352018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/Sa_R_UrwU7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/O2I4ms2Nw1A/s1600-h/DSC_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/Sa_R_UrwU7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/O2I4ms2Nw1A/s320/DSC_0880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309693371507299250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-4975601560492523580?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/4975601560492523580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-what-to-write-about-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/4975601560492523580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/4975601560492523580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-know-what-to-write-about-post.html' title='I-Don&apos;t-Know-What-To-Write About-Post'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/Sa0o3B73smI/AAAAAAAAAEY/P8elXfhXEWA/s72-c/DSC_0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-8254982725731210664</id><published>2009-02-27T03:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:11:01.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Can I Find My Medulla Oblongata At?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's late and my medulla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oblongata&lt;/span&gt; is starting to worry me a little. It gets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reaaaaaally&lt;/span&gt;… dysfunctional, moody, retard and quiet at times when I need it to function properly. Let’s see, my responds to my lecturers are bad, unimpressive, but still… got an A+!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wooohoooo&lt;/span&gt;! And I failed to photocopy the notes that I supposedly photocopied just now. *sigh* what to do, what to do, what to do. I'm getting all this, ‘Am I dreaming?’ Situation every now and then, felt like as though I moved forward a bit like… you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;knooooow&lt;/span&gt;… OK I don’t know how to describe that feeling. It’s like you felt like your body moved forward a bit but in a fast movement. But the fact is, you’re just dizzy but you still want to write! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yeehaa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I do need to see someone and ask them, “am I okay?” because I don’t feel like I am, a little stressed over the breakup (still!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Arrghh&lt;/span&gt;! Missing my ex-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; dearly and I miss Starbucks, hanging out with my new, old, retarded, silly and crazy friends. I haven’t had mine since coke is one of a boycott item. Darn it! Oh, oh! I know. I’m planning to go for a gig tomorrow (Saturday, 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Feb. 2009) somewhere around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jalan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Raja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chulan&lt;/span&gt; if I’m not mistaken. Oh! It’s held at museum &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Telekom&lt;/span&gt;. God willing I’ll have some money to pay of the tickets and Wan’s car accident which I am the one who caused it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Arrghh&lt;/span&gt;! And I’m wondering if, I can use the car by this weekend. I really need a car so that it’s easy and I can go back whenever I want to and not rushing home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cerebrum is now at the verge of remembering old songs, lyrics and chords and I DON’T KNOW WHY THE HECK IT DOES THAT! Be Jesus! I just found out that I need to preoccupy my self with more entertainment instead of wondering around my medulla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;oblongata&lt;/span&gt; and flashing through my cerebrum! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Phewh&lt;/span&gt;… I spend half of my day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yester&lt;/span&gt;-today just reading blogs and editing a few lines for my ‘Informative’ speech next week in class. As I read through numerous blogs, I find that people; some people like to talk shit and crap around about their miserable headmaster and lecturer or maybe about their mums cooking sucks like shit (oh yes we do have a blogger who wrote stuff like that) instead of expressing their feelings emotionally rational that a even a stupid-ass maniac (why you sex maniac) who like to grab my manly boobs could understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK!? I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; just hear a few screaming coming from I don’t-know-and-I don’t-want-to-know-where it came from! God! It was just my illusions right? Oh wait, it was actually my stupid brother who is having nightmares and I thought it was some ghost mimicking like a troubled child asking for help (honestly, I was scared there for a moment)… why you moron. Okay anyway…wait there’s more… I now hear silent voices as if they come from televisions or radios…wait…I’m not kidding, it’s like whispering in my ears as thought its far away… okay, I think I better take a hot shower and sleep now. Things are getting weirder as I write this silly purposeless blog just like the “My-mums-cooking-sucks-like-shit!” dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I go yaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till another blog.&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/7132794127885913784-8254982725731210664?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/8254982725731210664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-can-i-find-my-medulla-oblongata.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/8254982725731210664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/8254982725731210664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-can-i-find-my-medulla-oblongata.html' title='Where Can I Find My Medulla Oblongata At?'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-2789696926380367273</id><published>2009-02-24T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:56:57.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terbaik lah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok, waiting for Coldplay was surely stupid I must say. Damn yo, you don’t put Erykah Badu or Naturally 7 in the line-ups. It’s like giving a seven years old kid listen to The Devil Wears Prada and 2 seconds after that they’ll cry because the music sucks. Fuck it, I’m not going to Sunburst this year; unless, Coldplay turns up as a surprise artist. Then I’ll rush to &lt;em&gt;Bukit Kiara Equestrian Club&lt;/em&gt; and get my tickets there or just get a media pass from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sad people, really sad. For fuck sakes! Coldplay is not coming? Hahaha! I can’t believe it, and I’m still not gonna believe it. Arrgh!  Fuuuhhhh, woosa, woosa… Its alright I guess, we still have the Singapore Mosaic don’t we? Well, okay la tu, nak ape lagi kan? Kata Malaysia, organisers pun macam haprak, tak payah nak mengharap sangat. From what I heard, one of the royal families makes this thing happen. If it is true of the news, looks like some people just have the money without the brain in their thick skull. Ahhaa! Man, I am mean… whoops, my bad. I said, IF IT IS TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m still hoping that Coldplay is coming, why? Because one, they don’t put up the schedule for when are they playing, two, Sam from Bunk face told a friend of mine that Coldplay is a surprise artist (I’m gonna try and take his word for this), and lastly, Celine said if I’m not going, she’s gonna slap me like she did last time (oh yeah, I still remember that dude. Sakit kot.) And lagi sakit dia akan buat.  Oh yeah, last weekend I went to Titiwangsa to get my photography assignment photos, snap quite a lot of shots (even during the rain). After the gig finishes, Azam said all of us (Chaom, me, Fiqa, Hazieq, Meor, Art, and Illy) should go to Flat Pekeliling (next to the Titiwangsa LRT) for a photo shoot. So dengan bersemangatnya, aku pun pergi ke tempat tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum sampai sana kitorang berjalan kaki dari Tasik Titiwangsa tu sampai ke flat tersebut, dalam berjalan tu ada la beberapa gamba yang aku nak snap. Alangkah malang nasib ku, memory card jam! Fuck gila ahh, tiba – tiba je tak boleh nak scan. Time tu habis segala sumpah seranah dan maki – memaki hamun keluar. All of my best shots (I’m serious, that’s what I thought) gone just like that. Fuuuuuuck! There goes my assignment, I thought my group will be the best, but sadly the freaking memory card screws it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man im far of the topic, woohh. Ok, this is where I should stop writing. Adios. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-2789696926380367273?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/2789696926380367273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/terbaik-lah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/2789696926380367273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/2789696926380367273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/terbaik-lah.html' title='Terbaik lah.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-1009331317779008866</id><published>2009-02-22T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:03:13.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Hilarious and Fun Day, but Still it Ended Up Awful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dayuuuumnn&lt;/span&gt; son, your memory card spoiled, she is pushing you to the cliff, and you are broke.” Fuck it, I had enough of everything and now I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to an answer; forgive and forget about it. Well not exactly a good choice but at least it’ll kill of the hurt and head ache. You’re already falling down the cliff, you miss tons of excitement, and you’re basically broke. (Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ade&lt;/span&gt; la RM200, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beli&lt;/span&gt; ape &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;siot&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;esok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; sunburst mini gig &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; pavilion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;duit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;guna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;untuk&lt;/span&gt; assignment. But assignment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pulak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sangkut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sebab&lt;/span&gt; memory card &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;DSLR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;rosak&lt;/span&gt; at the right time; just when I had the most (I think) beautiful shot I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever taken. Oh damn. Damn, damn, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried waiting for the card to rest, give it a try on a friends camera, knock it a little, shake the card, but it just won’t appear in the computer and so in the camera. MOTHER FUCKER. Crying just now, I had the shots, had the moments, but… sigh…lost it just like that. Fuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;gila&lt;/span&gt; babe! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Esok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; one more session &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; pavilion, how the heck am I suppose to snap pictures for assignment? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;gila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;amik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;gamba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; gig &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;tadi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;pulak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;buat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;perangai&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;lagi&lt;/span&gt;, time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;lepak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;pulak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Azam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; ‘&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;tayar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;rosak&lt;/span&gt;’ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;boleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;bagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;nama&lt;/span&gt; “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;maggi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;basi&lt;/span&gt;”. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Gampang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;punya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;budak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;semua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;nama&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;contoh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;nya&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;pondok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;telefon&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Hazieq&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;cawan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;sumbing&lt;/span&gt; (Art), and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;sawit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;tengit&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Chaom&lt;/span&gt;). Gila &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;hina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;sial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;dapat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;nama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;camtu&lt;/span&gt;. After all the ding - a – dongs, we head back to pavilion after hanging out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;kitaro&lt;/span&gt;. It was fun…met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Meor&lt;/span&gt;, one of the dudes I took their picture and the picture was awesome. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; it’s time to go back home and rest… she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt;… *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;muka&lt;/span&gt; sober*…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;daaaaamn&lt;/span&gt;. Fuck it, my line got barred, I’m not gonna reply, even if I had a phone I can use. There’s no point anymore, so I acted as if there’s nothing. Later, I reached home, grab a coffee, got myself in front of the PC and start surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her online but I’m not sure if I should talk to her, waited…and waited…then, I gave her a little “yo!”, and there, start another sad story and regret doing that. I should have never thought about her again. It gets really irritating when your ex is telling you to try and stop thinking about her every time you talk about what’s going on between you and her. BEJESUS! It gets even worst when she does that, it’s already fucking hard to accept, to let go, and to break up, and you’re giving me this? For crying out loud! Give me some space dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-1009331317779008866?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/1009331317779008866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-hilarious-and-awful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/1009331317779008866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/1009331317779008866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-hilarious-and-awful-day.html' title='The Most Hilarious and Fun Day, but Still it Ended Up Awful.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-2855097582298659164</id><published>2009-02-19T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:52:08.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost 3am and this is what I’m thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: times new roman; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; its time to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I think I should), maybe life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t really nice, it turns out to be a little… no fun now. Everybody’s chilling, taking a break from one hell of a 2008 parties and gigs. Some are taking a break from long relationships, friendships, and whatsoever. Let’s see, breakups do count as one, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then it means I’m taking a break for myself too. No matter how much I hate it, the clock is still ticking as days goes by and months are changing, but still a breakup is just hard to accept especially when the reasons are… somehow, bothering me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Amazing how life turns out the way it does, we end up hurting the worst, the only ones we really loved”…well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anberlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wrote that in their song called Inevitable and it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; true. How careful we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been just to take care of the other persons feelings, we end up hurting them also and worst, our own feelings at the same time. I can’t seem to let go of this what more when pictures that remind you of them and man, it really sucks. You don’t get to be like you used to and there’s a time when out of all the time you had with her, suddenly when you have nothing else with her, old memories and words both of you promised or talk about, maybe the future that you’ll have with them, come back to life and its just sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everything is missing in action, I became the old me, sad, wild, cranky, bullshit. Well, at the moment I’m preoccupying myself with gigs and assignments. But for how long I can last with that? I rejected the girl that I knew for only three weeks which I think have quite a crush on me just to wait and stay with the girl I knew for almost three years, have been in love since the second week we knew each other and used to be in a relationship with. Worth of the 1 an a half year of waiting, but it still ends up like… hell; I don’t know what to say there. Gosh, I am writing here and talking crap and there she is sleeping, acting as if she is happy but deep down she knows, she is sad and lately she’s not pouring her heart out like she used to just because she don’t want to make me sad thinking of her being sad. What the hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crap, crap, crap, and more crap coming everyday messing up my mind. Leaving the society for a moment, I think its best that I distant myself from people for a while, well not everyone, I’m only sticking to a few crowds that I feel that I won’t hurt them. By this, I will surely hurt her too because I’m distancing myself from her also. If there is a way or maybe even a slight chance, I am willing to wait and try to get back to her heart. If she is willing to open it up again. None of this was anyone’s fault. Like she said, situational separation, after a few days, separate for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sounds like no big deal at first, like I can handle it strong, but this little heart still says I really love her and the separation was sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh well, what can I say, deal with it or I’ll burn down and can never get back on my feet and stuck in a miserable life. But it still takes time. Shit, I hate it when I have to wait for time to pass as if nothing is going on at the same time thinking that things will change. Well apparently. Things don’t change unless I change and willingly want them to be change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; TEXT-ALIGN: leftfont-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apologies for this sad blog I wrote, I just need a place to lay a piece of my mind. *deep breath* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that took of a little bit of the anger. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-2855097582298659164?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/2855097582298659164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-almost-3am-and-this-is-what-im.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/2855097582298659164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/2855097582298659164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-almost-3am-and-this-is-what-im.html' title='It&apos;s almost 3am and this is what I’m thinking.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-23901669646451179</id><published>2009-02-11T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:00:25.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malam Ini by Bo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Malam ini&lt;br /&gt;Malam pertama kita ditemani kelembutan cahaya rembulan&lt;br /&gt;perasaan indah memanggil namaku untuk menyintai mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini&lt;br /&gt;kehadiranmu membawa seribu makna baru untuk hidupku&lt;br /&gt;dirimu memberi cinta yang selamanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suaramu&lt;br /&gt;bergema di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;mungkin untuk selamanya dan&lt;br /&gt;dirimu&lt;br /&gt;bertakhta di hatiku dari pandangan pertama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini&lt;br /&gt;puisi yang terindah terbaca setiap saat ku bersamamu dan&lt;br /&gt;kaulah puitis hatiku yang ukirkan senyuman di wajahku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini&lt;br /&gt;ku serahkan segalanya untuk wanita impianku dan&lt;br /&gt;bidadari dari syurga cintaku hanyalah untukmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suaramu&lt;br /&gt;bergema di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;mungkin untuk selamanya dan&lt;br /&gt;dirimu&lt;br /&gt;bertakhta di hatiku dari pandangan pertama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam ini&lt;br /&gt;malam pertama segala hasratku adalah untuk kebahagiaanmuperasaan dari syurga untuk sehidup semati denganmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a sweet song. I love it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-23901669646451179?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/23901669646451179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/malam-ini-by-bo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/23901669646451179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/23901669646451179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/malam-ini-by-bo.html' title='Malam Ini by Bo'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-5683686367879043644</id><published>2009-02-11T01:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:20:52.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Namun segala kisah berlaku.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha agak sedih la, but its worth of fighting for what I think is really worthy and priceless. As of where I stand, things are very good to me not forgetting the good times and also the bad ones. The bad ones make me this far, the good ones are just rewards to what I’ve change about my self in becoming a better person. Kadang – kadang kita kene belajar menerima keadaan seadanya, even when it sucks big time but for a fact, you know that you can’t run from what is really going on especially getting your self wounded. It’s never the other persons fault because you let your self in it honestly with a lot of trust to the other person. And note, they didn’t break the trust, you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For a reason I say that is because, you gave them trust and I suppose you really know them right? If the trust is break, it means you don’t know them yet. Never blame people for what you know what you did is wrong, that’s just wrong. I don’t blame that person or few other people, because I’m aware of it earlier on and should always be prepare for what’s coming up next. You’ll never know if it’s a hurricane. Like the Malay old folks used to say, “Sedia &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; payung sebelum hujan.” (Fuck, skema gila ayat. Ahh, wth) Just when thought I was prepared, the rain really drops and that’s when I say to my self, “Fuck, I was never ready all this while that I THOUGHT I WAS.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Masa tu baru nak sedar yang ready ni bukan takat ready macam tu je. Ready is when you have prepare your mind, body and soul. Mind, prepare for all sorts of emotions coming and leaving. Make sure that fikiran dah agak waras so you won’t make silly mistakes, like I did.*sigh* Memang la at times rasa macam orang lain yang buat salah, but have we ever come to think sanely about what we did? Learning to accept situations that involve your emotions is not easy. It gets really cranky at first, but I will try and deal the facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meet Uncle Hussain wrote a song called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Part of the lyrics goes like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Namun segala kisah berlaku&lt;br /&gt;Harus ku terima&lt;br /&gt;Hanya berserah pada yang Maha Esa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, lebih kurang macam tu lah plan nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok getting on to the next one which is body. Errr…*five minutes passing*… nothing much I guess, just keep on smoking that bong you have. Get really high and knock yourself out. And also, eat right! Ahhaa, agak bodoh la yang ni but takpe carry on to the next one. Soul, I guess I haven’t really found out what it really means to prepare your soul. I know but I haven’t practice it yet lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got the confession earlier on around 12:30am just now, and I was half shock. Part of me expected it already because I was aware of it five and a half months ago. But still, emotions are just hard to handle, rain drops and t-shirts are used as tissues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I’m relief to hear that because it was very honest of that person. It hurts and struck you right in your little heart, but it also give you the warmth that things are clear now and everyone is making up their mind. Ahh, finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Take a few steps back, look, and remember it. A glance is enough for me to know that it means a lot to me. And looking at where I’ve gotten my self to, I am really really sure its worth of fighting, sacrificing, crying, laughing, loving, caring and holding. It’s just priceless to me because it only happens once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Current Playing Track:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Adams - Hanya Kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mohd Jayzuan - When You're Around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Garasi - Hilang (solo version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Iron &amp;amp; wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-5683686367879043644?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/5683686367879043644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/namun-segala-kisah-berlaku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/5683686367879043644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/5683686367879043644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/namun-segala-kisah-berlaku.html' title='Namun segala kisah berlaku.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-4999257353893851934</id><published>2009-02-09T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:57:57.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste A Moment. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey it’s Monday again and AGAIN it’s shitty. Gahh! But its okay lets make today a good day. A little bit of Little Joy, The Wombats and Alanis Morissette will do! Hmm, let’s see… I got a psychologically disturbing drawing to be finish, spend time with my mom, have lunch with them later, and uhmm… Gee I don’t think I wanna know what’s going to happen or plan my day. Wanna relax for now. It’s too much man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to download and look for good music, good photographers, and good political reviews. That’s all for now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ask Me Again&lt;/em&gt; – Seven Jeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coldplay&lt;/em&gt; – Fix You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-4999257353893851934?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/4999257353893851934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/waste-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/4999257353893851934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/4999257353893851934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/waste-moment.html' title='Waste A Moment. =)'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-8850611578782991565</id><published>2009-02-02T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:38:55.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;“Hello, how are you?”, “what are you doing?”, “you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;keluar&lt;/span&gt; today?”… Honestly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; tired of these questions and it gets really normal when certain people ask me, even if they really mean it. It comes to a point when you are aware that people and you yourself are changing too, but you just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t wanna care about it. You’re seeing patterns and act of changes. But still, you push it away just like you push it last time. But this time, its serious and no turning back, not going back and pretend to be normal or happy, it’ll rip out the goodness you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been showing to people and bring up the hell out of you. That is something I don’t want to happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t written since January 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I have no mood to write. Music, something that I love most has become annoying to me. Good music is shitty as ever, lame ass music becoming good. What a big change for a start. Sigh. Till when is this going to last? How long shall I bleed for you again? How much pain must I take in? How long must I pretend that I am happy? And for once, can you make me happy as how I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been making you happy? These silly questions are quite… disturbing. Pointless, such great pain I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; taken in me has no results of goodness to other people or give me any good. Respect, it’s a big word for them. Patience is not in their interest. Sympathy was never thought to them. Rage, selfish, is the only thing they know and kept it inside them EVEN when people have warned them about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things are starting to move slowly, sneaking their way out with out hurting others is that’s what they think. The thing is, we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; already know what’s gonna happen. It’s predictable when you understand the other person more than they understand you. They would say, “I knew it! I know you’re gonna…” &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;… well if you KNEW it why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t you try and STOP IT FROM FUCKING HAPPEN? No you don’t know about it. You don’t know about me, you don’t know anything. All you know is you, you, you, and you again and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And you don’t know that things are moving silently without you noticing it happening to you and I am changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Current tracks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jean Elan - Where's Your Head At. ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Klass&lt;/span&gt; Remix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;B-Quartet - Shoebox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Wombats - Moving To New York.&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/7132794127885913784-8850611578782991565?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/8850611578782991565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/8850611578782991565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/8850611578782991565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-monday.html' title='It&apos;s Monday!'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-3018532857377138034</id><published>2009-01-18T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:32:17.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Damn It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, i haven't write for quite sometime, i have no mood to write and Jiar is already asking me to, listen to songs, or do anything. because of one simple thing, I DIDN'T FUCKING ATTEND LAP SAP'S CHINESE NEW YEAR PARTY AND JUNK YARD SALE! What a head start for 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, that's all for now. All i want right now is, all of my salary. sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;listening to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Silver Sparkler by The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mono by Fightstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-3018532857377138034?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/3018532857377138034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-damn-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/3018532857377138034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/3018532857377138034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-damn-it.html' title='Oh, Damn It!'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-5862723722713534273</id><published>2009-01-12T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:18:40.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rojak Buah Cina Session.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s a boring morning as usual, so I decided to go out and hit the cinema. Call up Izzat and met up in &lt;em&gt;Kopi ‘Oh&lt;/em&gt;, The Curve. As we’re talking and drinking, movie decisions are hard ‘cause we don’t know what to watch and I don’t have that “movie watching” feeling anyway. So change of plans went to &lt;em&gt;Wondermilk&lt;/em&gt; instead. I haven’t seen Suze for quite sometime, and there she was in Wondermilk. Big eyes, petite young lady, who wouldn’t like her. So I took vanilla ice as usual and Kak Na offered us some cupcakes. I can’t remember what flavour it was but it is absolutely delicious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290417076105798866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWtWTQbyZNI/AAAAAAAAABo/TlBb6a_5-Vw/s320/02+ori.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290417077248824146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWtWTUsTk1I/AAAAAAAAABw/HP763ve2ZEA/s320/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290417081176837026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWtWTjU0S6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/9kSKq8xj5Og/s320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290417087888162162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWtWT8U6_XI/AAAAAAAAACI/_226IOTxd-Y/s320/01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290417084291495442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWtWTu7aNhI/AAAAAAAAACA/TTsJ03USmkM/s320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After sitting around and answering a few phone calls, Jiar called Izzat and Izzat ajak Jiar pergi tengok wayang. Went to SS4 to pick up Jiar, and Jiar suggested that we should go and eat Rojak Buah Cina somewhere around Damansara Jaya. And so, no movies AGAIN! Hahaha! What a luck eyh? It was not her fault la; we didn’t have much time anyway. This is a must eat rojak! It won’t disappoint your expectations and you’ll love it with a little bit of soya from the stall next door. It is definitely better then the rojak buah from uptown, it’s not too sweet, not too salty and, for the Chinese people who can’t eat chillies or hot stuff, they can ask for the one with out chillies. I was darn happy that Jiar brought her DSLR along with her. (Because I don’t own one. Sigh.) Well, there goes the camwhoring session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290420229616184178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWtZK0LQK3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Hdp45hxRi1g/s320/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290420236417337730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWtZLNgxiYI/AAAAAAAAACY/qi49l2IcMiI/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290420244851865058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWtZLs7uNeI/AAAAAAAAACo/XPm6cK6TPVs/s320/18+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290420249869739330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWtZL_oE5UI/AAAAAAAAACw/qbRrny0xLeo/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWtZLH0xWYI/AAAAAAAAACg/e4KhlfWXrwQ/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290420234890598786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWtZLH0xWYI/AAAAAAAAACg/e4KhlfWXrwQ/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After makan semua, we wanted to go to a place where you have nice surroundings, lightings, view and its wide open. Well Jiar here knows a place like that, and it’s just behind Kelana Jaya’s LRT station. With green grass, electric cables on top of us, and those grass are freaking itchy! It was fun, the running, jumping, and flying kicks, and… oh yea, lame shots. Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290425729501118722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWteK82AQQI/AAAAAAAAADY/oRYcoLiJK5Y/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWteKqjtFPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cbPQmyiNDSs/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290425724592526578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWteKqjtFPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cbPQmyiNDSs/s320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWteKrWBSgI/AAAAAAAAADI/XWzra2E_eKY/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290425724803566082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWteKrWBSgI/AAAAAAAAADI/XWzra2E_eKY/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWteKb3vQZI/AAAAAAAAADA/CwybLy1BSNc/s1600-h/IMG_9581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290425720650023314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWteKb3vQZI/AAAAAAAAADA/CwybLy1BSNc/s320/IMG_9581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWteKFplmWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mgVQLLs6RoY/s1600-h/IMG_9593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290425714685090146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWteKFplmWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mgVQLLs6RoY/s320/IMG_9593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that ding-a-dongs, we head home and rest! I was to tired that I slept right after I reach home and lay down on my bed. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to, Priests And Paramedics by Pedro The Lion and Let’s Dance To Joy’s Division by The Wombats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132794127885913784-5862723722713534273?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/5862723722713534273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/01/rojak-buah-cina-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/5862723722713534273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/5862723722713534273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/01/rojak-buah-cina-session.html' title='Rojak Buah Cina Session.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWtWTQbyZNI/AAAAAAAAABo/TlBb6a_5-Vw/s72-c/02+ori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-6979346827240367757</id><published>2009-01-08T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:42:54.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Techno-fying laser beats and tasty "Buddha burger"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I miss “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abang&lt;/span&gt; Buddha’s” burger. Its located in front of Bee…(I can’t remember that restaurants name) or maybe its Bee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Huat&lt;/span&gt; (across Uptown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Damansara&lt;/span&gt;) or what ever la. Reasons why we call him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abang&lt;/span&gt; Buddha is simply because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jiar&lt;/span&gt; said so and his bald, “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;berkilat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hinga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;membuta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mata&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; that’s so evil of me, but its true thou. Its cheap and its magically-blessed-deliciousness. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;! There I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; said it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! anyway that's not what I'm here about, really. I'm feeling really sick and… shitty! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt; never thought I would be this sick now that my mum is back from her hajj and, KNOWING that I wont have a great time partying or gig-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Arrghh&lt;/span&gt; what I’m not happy with is if she’s not gonna let me go for Lap Sap’s Chinese new year party this 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trendy-disco-dancing shit? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to miss that! Miss them since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;uhmmm&lt;/span&gt;… &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Urbanscapes&lt;/span&gt;? Wow, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; just realize how long I haven’t party. Well since I knew who and what Lap Sap means, I really love their tunes. It’s that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt; when you got shot by The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Orgasmorator&lt;/span&gt; but with a music orgasm kinda feeling. Especially when it hits the high-progressing beats and techno-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;fying&lt;/span&gt; laser sound, people on the floor would definitely dance to that, unless you’re an alien or just not a fan of Lap Sap but you are trying to be one-which you don’t look like you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This people really piss me off! Why are you busy talking to your friend whiles the rest of us are actually trying to have a great time and you over there being “Mister-I don’t dance” moron. Actually I don’t hate these people, its when they start bugging you by being in your way while your dancing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Baru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;stim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;sikit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ade&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;dua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;tiga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;mamat&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;minah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;jahanam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Menyampah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;betul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;sepak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;sepak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;diorang&lt;/span&gt;. But its okay we’re just humans, living on trying to make people hate us right bitches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; that was a little bit to harsh for them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;… no apologies from me but I will try and tolerate with you people like that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Kau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;anak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Dato&lt;/span&gt;’ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;anak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Pak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Lah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;anak&lt;/span&gt; ape &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;lancau&lt;/span&gt; pun, if you’re bugging me again, wall of death will definitely be the last thing you’ll see, hear and touch; after that its good night for you and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;hellooo&lt;/span&gt; people for me.Pardon my antagonism on you guys but it is a big deal for me, I don’t like posers running around on the streets where I usually hang out, party, take photos or what ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I haven’t really got my Internet fixed yet. But I manage to get some goods from em’:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teenagers - homecoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Kaskade&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Steppin&lt;/span&gt; out (Late Night Alumni slow dance remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not so great, you gotta respect that they make good music too right? right?&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/7132794127885913784-6979346827240367757?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/6979346827240367757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/01/techno-fying-laser-beats-and-tasty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/6979346827240367757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/6979346827240367757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/01/techno-fying-laser-beats-and-tasty.html' title='Techno-fying laser beats and tasty &quot;Buddha burger&quot;'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-2288996114362008812</id><published>2009-01-07T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:15:00.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet, another boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is just another mother fucking shittiest day of my 2009. its late and I can't sleep thinking about stupid thoughts that have been running through my mind the whole day. I want to do a lot of things like, photography, go to gigs, hit the clubs and have a drink or two with my buddies. But i just can't because i haven't receive any money yet (for two months already) so i can't really go out, even for a photo-hunting session! Geez! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But later on the evening, Izzat said he’s bored. (Well duhhhh) So I said we should head over to &lt;em&gt;Wondermilk!&lt;/em&gt; They have pretty awesome cupcakes I love their butterscotch drink and definitely their vanilla ice. And so we did, spend a little time outside smoking and chatting and smoking again and then only we head to uptown. (Because he is ALWAYS hungry) so we lepak there and ordered our meals. He had &lt;em&gt;Nasi Goreng Cina&lt;/em&gt; from Bintang Henry and mine was chicken chop from “Yazid’s Western Food” I mean dude! Yours sucks bug time! Izzat didn’t even finished half of his food and so do I. And yet they can still have the cheesiest slogan, “The Best in Town”…what the fuck was that suppose to mean? Hahaha! No offence people, its vicious but it’s the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWRN_-k9paI/AAAAAAAAABg/47GNbQNKxuo/s1600-h/PC101156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288437623964935586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWRN_-k9paI/AAAAAAAAABg/47GNbQNKxuo/s320/PC101156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After everything is done, we head back home. Took a shower and blah blah blah, around 1 in the morning Izzat was talking to Kairee ( K ) on skype about I don’t know what, but I heard Izzat mentioning my name and I was about to shower (yes, again I went to shower) A few minutes later Izzat called me, K needs to tell me something. He gave me a piece of advise, calling me &lt;em&gt;mat bunga&lt;/em&gt; (babi kau) and yeah one piece of advise that I need to think about, and still thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now im sleepy. So I think I should go to my bed and dream… hmm nice dreams perhaps. (I mean nice as in nice dreams, not that “nice” kind of dreams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I’m listening to &lt;em&gt;Meet Uncle Hussain – Hilang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the intro and good lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/7132794127885913784-2288996114362008812?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/2288996114362008812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/01/yet-another-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/2288996114362008812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/2288996114362008812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/01/yet-another-boredom.html' title='yet, another boredom.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SWRN_-k9paI/AAAAAAAAABg/47GNbQNKxuo/s72-c/PC101156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-7547111039783419154</id><published>2009-01-07T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:27:12.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, the coffee and a box of cigarette… oh, the computer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can’t believe im at home and not doing anything! Geez, I wish I can have my money from the company. At least I don’t have to sit at home and write this blog. That’s all I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to &lt;em&gt;From Monument to Masses&lt;/em&gt; – &lt;em&gt;Deafening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One orgasm song. They are &lt;em&gt;political post-rock&lt;/em&gt; and way the song progress is awesome. =)&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/7132794127885913784-7547111039783419154?l=whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/feeds/7547111039783419154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-coffee-and-box-of-cigarette-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/7547111039783419154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132794127885913784/posts/default/7547111039783419154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whensilenceareprogressing.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-coffee-and-box-of-cigarette-oh.html' title='Me, the coffee and a box of cigarette… oh, the computer.'/><author><name>Hazed Quetto.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09866498533729894302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rOK3W0oIb8/SwGzh3Y4akI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZXKrgU0JZ2g/S220/10857_174722107021_547607021_2757650_38029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132794127885913784.post-1288687777085741067</id><published>2009-01-06T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:48:38.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone came and stole my tail light.</title><content type='html'>Woke up around 11:30am with a head ache, dry throat and wanting to go to the toilet; what a start. Went to shower after I went down and took my dads orange jus (cause I was too lazy to make my own drink and my maids tea sucks). The shower somehow didn’t help me with the migraine, I hate waking up with a migraine. Later on I went down looking for breakfast, how thoughtful of my maid not to MAKE ANYTHING!! I didn’t care cause it’s almost noon anyway so I just have to wait till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang buat lagi best tu, lauk still yang semalam and yang baru punya is just a freaking telur dadar. Like, “WTF is wrong with you!!” I’m already feeling all woozy and she didn’t tell my dad that there’s no more chicken to fry. I got fed up so I ate yesterdays spaghetti cooked by Izzat. Sedap, but I’m lack of parmesan cheese and I loooove cheese! But the spaghetti didn’t last long. Within three hours i'm already hungry again, macam orang kelaparan yang tak makan dua hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5pm my dad calls and asks me to go and by some chicken wings and get the cats food plus their littering sands. Hungry, out of cigarettes, still with the migraine, I’m not in the mood for anything at that time. As I waited for the driver to fetch me and Izzat, I went looking for food in the kitchen! And then I remembered I bought a pack of instant macaroni and cheese few days ago. (Thank God for that!) Finally, something I really need at the moment came. As I prepare the food I was bored and I wanted to watch some movies. What was it called again? Oh yeah some zombie movie called &lt;em&gt;28 weeks later&lt;/em&gt;. It’s an awesome show with loads of blood works and stuff. After 10 minutes of “microwaving” that cheesy stuff, baru la dapat makan and oh! Its heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak sempat nak habis movie je uncle sham dah sampai (potong stim gila weyh!). So we went to Giant and get the chicken wings. And then in the car, Izzat decided to fry the chicken in his own way instead of our maids. &lt;em&gt;Honey fried chicken&lt;/em&gt;, sedap weyh! Izzat is a… I must admit a good cook la. He knows his recipes and what not. If you’re hoping on me to cook, telur goreng je la. Blah blah blah, its already 7pm , I need a shower! My head is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shower Izzat ajak pergi shisha somewhere around Padang Kota, so I pun cakap okay. And my youngest and noisiest brother wanted to buy a drink and ask me to buy him one. For Gods sakes, you’re drinking &lt;em&gt;Teh Ais&lt;/em&gt; every single god damn night! Dah la asthmatic, nak minum cold drinks lagi. So I told dad im going out shisha-ing for a while. After diner I went off straight to padang kota and I couldn’t find a parking spot in front of that new building (I forgot the name of it). As usual, &lt;em&gt;Teh Tarik&lt;/em&gt; pekat and warm water. At first the lady said the shisha might take a while because it’s on the way, so we waited and talk. Talking about fucking issues that’s causing me migraines every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally shisha pun sampai, Izzat got it first because I'm still smoking cigarettes. I didn’t expect the shisha there would be good, but then its not just good, its excellent! Around 10:30pm we decided to go home. As I walk to my car, I told Izzat how dumb the contractors were because of the parking design. Macam bodoh gila korang ni. And then the pillars were all messed up, like they put it in a… stupid position. With the tension build up during the conversation tadi, tiba- tiba when im reversing the car… BAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzat: wtf was that man?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: fuck man! What the?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Izzat: shit! You langgar tiang tu doh!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ya Allah! Fuck gila! Mampos kita zat!&lt;br /&gt;Izzat: ya Allah, ya Allah! Mati kita ziq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…damn it, I hit the pillar. I didn’t panic but I was scared of what my dad would say. You never know when the angry tiger is hungry. At first Izzat gave an idea, tell my dad that someone came and robed one of the tail light.(BAHAHAHAHA!) Padahal, lampu tu tak la teruk mana pun, ada dua lubang pecah je and the a little mark on the bumper. Me on the other side thinking that, a car hit us from behind and broke our tail light. But Toyota Alphard’s tail light is way to high to be hit. Im scared like fuck angry because today… its just not my day. When I reached home, I don’t want to lie to my dad or hide the issue from him because IF HE KNOWS ABOUT IT THE NEXT DAY, you’ll see an angry tiger, starving, tired and… really angry. And so I trust my guts and told him the real deal. He wasn’t mad at all! I can’t believe that! All this while that I thought he was gonna be mad if I were to tell him the real thing was nothing actually. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weird day. Fucktup by some issues, but turn out to be okay in the end. Sometimes you just gotta be frank to yourselves and others. It won’t hurt to tell the truth. Why lie to them? They would find out about it sooner or later. Kan? I think I like to run when I have problems that I think I can’t solve which actually I could if I try. We run from people we don’t want to talk to, not knowing the fact that their actually trying to help. We shut the world as if there are no problems but there’s a whole bunch of it on our head! Sigh, some people are just… like that. 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