<?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-8941631500100613072</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:31:11.924-08:00</updated><category term='National Land Code'/><category term='Cotton On'/><category term='across the universe'/><category term='Topman'/><title type='text'>like a beach</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-4930798419319654403</id><published>2010-09-18T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T05:14:31.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Mr Amran</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Danial Nizam: "Yes, I am in a relationship with Alia Amran."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-4930798419319654403?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4930798419319654403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-mr-amran_18.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/4930798419319654403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/4930798419319654403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-mr-amran_18.html' title='I&apos;m Mr Amran'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-6049133363751344075</id><published>2010-06-28T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T18:58:52.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Reasons why I'm not available</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm a house driver. I can be sighted in Bangsar at 8 am and 5 pm everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm a barista in training. Starbucks isn't the right place for me though as I am     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;caffeine and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;lactose intolerant. I can only take tea. Bleargh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm preparing for Maritime Moots in Sydney. *gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;During my free time you can find me in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm busy collecting dust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ren't all these unnecessary pressure? I wish I have the power to stop time for 5 years. I need a break. My brain is so full of cases, roads, shortcuts, recipes, duties, worries and food. May I be excused from doing all these cos my brain is FULL. Out of memory. *jumps out of the window*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-6049133363751344075?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6049133363751344075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-reasons-why-im-not-available.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/6049133363751344075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/6049133363751344075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-reasons-why-im-not-available.html' title='5 Reasons why I&apos;m not available'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-5227653360335394411</id><published>2010-03-18T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T18:42:05.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am STILL single. I am STILL happy. I just want to highlight the peculiar way where homosapien society operates and how we have been conditioned to perceive that you are not in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;certain degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; of success and happiness unless you are paired up. I just cant stop questioning the worth of being in a relationship for the sake of being in. Do not think that when you scored a partner, (cheh. sounds like trophies) enquiries you get will stop. Enquiries will never cease. List of questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;First, are you still single? then you found a partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Second: Its when are you getting married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;After tied the knot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Third: When having kids? Does not end there until when you're dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What I enjoy the most about being single is that I can gain weight without worrying. I am 87 kg now. I received a lot of complaints and "constructive" criticisms. But guys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i've tried my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyhoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lets kill the major emphasis society has put towards finding a partner coz its not our only goal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Came across this quotation someone wrote on the whiteboard: The purpose of life is to end it. wth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;21 going on 22 still single danial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ps: Happy 22nd Birthday botak! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Find a gf ok.. ppfffttt. conformity sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-5227653360335394411?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5227653360335394411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/03/still.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/5227653360335394411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/5227653360335394411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/03/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-4531675650297288361</id><published>2010-03-15T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:03:37.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perception vs Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Perception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;: The process, act or faculty of perceiving. The effect or product&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;: The quality or state of being actual and true. One, such as a person, that is actual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Warning! In order for you to believe these evidence, 3D specs is required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Take a deep breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/S578aJGXUqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ABevbTvDVkU/s1600-h/DSC02125.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/S578aJGXUqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ABevbTvDVkU/s320/DSC02125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449070125214290594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/S578aJGXUqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ABevbTvDVkU/s1600-h/DSC02125.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;   Perception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;               (penang trip 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/S576Rec6ecI/AAAAAAAAAEw/I4MbXfJtr8s/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/S576Rec6ecI/AAAAAAAAAEw/I4MbXfJtr8s/s320/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449067777303935426" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/S576Rec6ecI/AAAAAAAAAEw/I4MbXfJtr8s/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;          REALITY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;                             (Penang trip. 3years ago?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Believe it or believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-4531675650297288361?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4531675650297288361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/03/perception-v-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/4531675650297288361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/4531675650297288361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/03/perception-v-reality.html' title='Perception vs Reality'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/S578aJGXUqI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ABevbTvDVkU/s72-c/DSC02125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-5125026603333981204</id><published>2010-03-12T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T05:56:36.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I beat you because I love you, because I want you to be the perfect girlfriend, I may have slapped, kicked and beat you occasionally, even strangled you, but that's because you deserve it. After years of relationship, you should know better, how can you be perfect when you don't know how to do things right? Sayang, if you put more efforts on what you do, we are not gonna be in this situation. I wouldn't have taught you a lesson, I wouldn't have beat you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I beat you because I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-woman beater-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not a woman beater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are one, you are an embarrassment towards mankind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no reason for a guy to beat a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open your eyes for goodness sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woman beater, I detest you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-5125026603333981204?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5125026603333981204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/03/bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/5125026603333981204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/5125026603333981204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/03/bullshit.html' title='Bullshit'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-5498167068545335398</id><published>2010-01-30T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:35:51.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meatball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/S2TnmhNuP2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/UZKTKerzh5w/s1600-h/3585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/S2TnmhNuP2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/UZKTKerzh5w/s320/3585.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432721699452632930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MEATBALL IS YOUR BEST FOOD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supreme in nutrition, it is lower in cost than the same amount of nourishment in any other form. It is your only economical food today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resolve to eat more meatballs, to give more of this magnifique healthbuilding musclemaking food to our friends and family and to make more visits to Ikea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/S2TgxF-b4MI/AAAAAAAAADY/k7QqONKGE2g/s1600-h/94879446_df591532bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/S2TgxF-b4MI/AAAAAAAAADY/k7QqONKGE2g/s320/94879446_df591532bb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432714184537923778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been craving for meatballs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and you love Ikea. Everyone does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dreamed bout meatballs for the past few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately my dream changed and I woke up before I could taste em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People often dream about food. All types of food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dream about food almost everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ordered 100 pieces of meatballs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hungry.pfft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-5498167068545335398?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5498167068545335398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/01/meatball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/5498167068545335398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/5498167068545335398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/01/meatball.html' title='Meatball'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/S2TnmhNuP2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/UZKTKerzh5w/s72-c/3585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-8765969284061645508</id><published>2010-01-12T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:54:36.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad start</title><content type='html'>Today is the 12th day of 2010. The 12 days have left evidence of a bad start of the year. A Bad start of the year? How bad is bad? How good is good? You decide.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Session with a gypsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teller: You are going to have a wonderful year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went: How do you explain the incident where giraffe and I got lost using the "shortcuts" (turned out to be the longest way ever) to Klang after a very bad movie choice (name of the movie shall remain unknown)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teller: Shortcuts can't guarantee you a destination and It is a good movie, you are wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danial: I want a refund.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teller: shhh woosh woosh. (hypnotizing pose)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danial (kena pukau): Okay, I trust you. Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Session with Time traveller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eton: Where got clashes? See. I can easily register you. Show me your time schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danial: Seriously puan. I can't register.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eton: All spaces are full. I can't do anything. This is an order. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danial: I'm confused. So that means I can skip classes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eton: No. Eh look. You can register this class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danial(kena pukau lagi): Okay. Let's change,everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eton: Good choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After effect: On Wednesdays, I have classes from 8am till 6pm! Wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to make a decision on the 11th day. Since I resolve to get GOOD results (please refer #7 below) I'm determined not to miss a single class for this semester in a dream to become a GOOD student. So it was time to go to land class. But I did'nt have a ride. There was a moral dilemma: go to class (good) and use nenek's car (good) and be on time (good) but the clock struck 6.00 pm or go back to sleep (bad) because its only the second week (bad). So since I'm a good boy anyways, I took my nenek's car (good) and off to my school (GOOD). Only when I was near toll, I realized that my pockets were empty. Thank god I managed to have enough toll fee (courtesy of nenek's car). &lt;b&gt;One&lt;/b&gt; obstacle pass!  I reached the front gate with the waterfall as a background. There was traffic! Wth! So I successfully parked my car at 6.50. be late for class (BAD) &lt;b&gt;Second&lt;/b&gt; obstacle pass! So I climbed those bloody stairs. And to my surprise: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;KELAS DITUNDA&lt;/span&gt;. Wth!! The notice slapped me on the face 7 times! Sheesh. Giraffe sponsored my journey back. Wonderful.... *he did'nt stop geleng kepala*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, baldy and giraffe met an accident. Our beloved TAK got smashed on it's face. tsk tsk tsk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first 12 days. Don't tell me God that thats just a start and I have not seen the worst out of this year? (paranoid. get away bad idea!) I'm scared. Maybe this is the curse of 40days!? Don't call me superstitious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-8765969284061645508?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8765969284061645508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/8765969284061645508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/8765969284061645508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-start.html' title='Bad start'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-9057490242997892887</id><published>2010-01-09T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:41:43.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutionzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>2009 has been a so-so year for most of us. Some were left with breaking their coin boxes(including yours truly) [damn you Recession]. Some achieved resolutions success. Congrats to them. To achieve a success is hard because resolutions are easy to make but difficult to keep. Duhh. Me? I did'nt really lay down my resolutions for 2009. So for 2010, my resolutions are: &lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting hitched.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read more books. [gonna attack warehouse book sales wherever you are]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend more time to jog, badminton, basically sports. SWEAT fatty! I will look for a suitable intensive workout program to lose weight! and a suitable trainer too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save some money. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do more charity. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Improve on my skills and talents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get GOOD results.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentioned are practical resolutions. Possible and safe. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new semester has started. I am back to school. Its gonna be tough. All the subjects are crazy. I'm gonna be crazy. I'm in my final year now. Can I request for adjournment of time? Because, I am feeling old already. I want more time to think. Lets hope that I can commit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My resolutions bid Happy 2010 to all and wish me luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-9057490242997892887?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/9057490242997892887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutionzzzzzz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/9057490242997892887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/9057490242997892887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutionzzzzzz.html' title='Resolutionzzzzzz'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-3773365185190267592</id><published>2009-12-29T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T09:30:39.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Stupid</title><content type='html'>There is something missing in my days. Somebody, please tell me what I have gone wrong. Mandi tak basah, makan tak kenyang. I know that I am blessed with amazing friends but I am at a major state of depression now. Oh wow, all my day I can't concentrate. What is happening to me? You used to be the sun of my day. But I can't explain it now. What happened? Give me something to break up this boredom. I tried to keep myself busy but I still can't stop thinking of you. I felt empty on the day I left you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Slb, I want you. I miss you. =p  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up so early on monday. Wanted to get dressed for work. This is critical. Call me over. Call me dramatic. Coz these are whats on my mind. Honestly. Am I crazy? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SILENCE&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/8941631500100613072-3773365185190267592?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3773365185190267592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/3773365185190267592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/3773365185190267592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-stupid.html' title='Something Stupid'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-3154010701191231366</id><published>2009-12-24T23:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:21:48.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment ends</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my last day with slb. I'm going to miss everyone there. Friggin nice people. I'm not going to stop saying this: Slb has the best and brightest chambering students in town. *hands down*. Goodbye wonders. The best one month i've ever had. I enjoyed my stint there, it was fun. I will definitely come back for my chambering. I'm going to continue the uitm boys's legacy there! haha. Let's hope so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SLB has the largest intake of chambees: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emma (Chief Executive Pupil)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pradeep &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charlene &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intan &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nini &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soo H'an&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jyy Huey &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chai Har&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wendy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Danny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desmond&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carissa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frances&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Petrina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eliv&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kathlyn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fuzzy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to 24 Nov 2009. Thank you all for everything. Special thanks to my master, Mr Ivan. I'm determined now. I want to do shipping! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye-bye slb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the official song of Chambers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qFjP-OJ7Bh4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qFjP-OJ7Bh4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is the official video of Chambers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rF-K5AP6V9w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rF-K5AP6V9w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy. HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-3154010701191231366?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3154010701191231366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/attachment-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/3154010701191231366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/3154010701191231366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/attachment-ends.html' title='Attachment ends'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-1808386834233687507</id><published>2009-12-24T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:12:49.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>I put on weight. I'm 78kg now. I was doing quite well maintaining my weight at 75kg. But the weighing machine said that I put on weight (maybe the machine conspires against me, i hate you machine). Danial Nizam is known for his habit of blaming others first in everything. So here goes. The reasons why I put on weight:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giraffe drove to work. My routine changed tremendously. I sat conveniently in the car. No sweat at all. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Chambers (my workstation in slb) is filled with food especially when nearing Christmas. I munch all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free food at level 16.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Princess frog likes to layan my cravings (or is it the other way around?). So we went out to eat all the time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TWO days of "Nasi Lemak Day" last week. (Nasi lemak day means nasi lemak for breakfast, lunch and dinner). So I blame the cooks (siapa suruh masak sedap-sedap).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My best friends don't do the sunday jogging session anymore at TTDI Park. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have trouble to put on weight. That's not as nice as it sounds. I put on weight easily. So I blame my gene.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;See. I'm not at fault and it's beyond all reasonable doubts that i'm not guilty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-1808386834233687507?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1808386834233687507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/conspiracy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/1808386834233687507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/1808386834233687507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/conspiracy.html' title='Conspiracy'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-3897615040771264056</id><published>2009-12-19T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:07:13.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm currently researching on climate change. Mr Nagarajah wants us (giraffe and i) to further research in the scope of Malaysia. We have to look on whether there are sufficient legislations with regards to climate change. The last time I heard of the word 'climate change' was during my high school era. I'm sorry planet for being an ignorant citizen. Anyways, I want to assert first Malaysia's stand in this issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has ratified and signed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kyoto Protocol and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; UN Framework Convention on Climate Change&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and has become prominent figure in climate change conferences around the globe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Efforts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, what is Climate Change? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look around you; can you feel the temperature rising? At times, suddenly the weather changes so rapidly- it gets so hot for half of the day and then it rains in the evening. The weather is weird nowadays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;climate change&lt;/b&gt;. In simpler terms coz i'm not a scientist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the Kyoto Protocol is the god of all protocols in controlling climate change, most developed countries don't want the protocol to become legally binding. Looks like these giants are running away from their environment debts which they owe to our planet. From my observation, Malaysia is doing well in pledging the protocol's principles but results were not significant. This is not a job for a developing country but all nations should join forces to curb climate change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most funny article that I came across is this one article which blames fat people as one of the factors of climate change. HAHA. The authors claimed that: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When it comes to food consumption, moving about in a heavy body is like driving around in a gas guzzler."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fat people were likely to be more responsible for carbon emissions because they consume more fuel and food. The author also said that they have higher dependency on cars (to get more food i assume). How true is this? I don't know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Uh huh.. I'm going to take the stairs up to 19th floor this Monday! Sweat fatty bom bom! For the planet, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These gas emissions should be cut! Giraffe, stop emitting your silent killer gas too! It's bad for environment. Whatever it is, the climate change resulted from humans activities and lifestyle. If nothing is being improved within 10years, we're gonna experience the worst of climate change, the global temperature will increase. We have been warned. (cuak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Therefore, blame yourself and it is now time to change! Use public transport, R.E.C.Y.C.L.E, and reduce our carbon emissions ( this includes your deodorant, so use roll-ons) to guarantee a more sustainable future. If not we can't dive and surf our proud beaches anymore. (one of the examples lah). To be honest, this whole climate change thing is making me cuak. Bertaubatlah danial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The outcome of this research will be discussed on this monday. Let's pledge to save our planet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post is dedicated to Mother Nature *cue song: Earth Song by MJ...aahhh ahhhaaahh ooohh oohhh hooooo*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/Sy22F88dh0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/bKmEkkuqHA4/s320/Fight_the_Climate_Change_Cntst_by_donchuckcarvalho.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417186140171896642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Al Gore in the making.. puked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-3897615040771264056?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3897615040771264056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-currently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/3897615040771264056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/3897615040771264056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-currently.html' title='Climate Change'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/Sy22F88dh0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/bKmEkkuqHA4/s72-c/Fight_the_Climate_Change_Cntst_by_donchuckcarvalho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-6790517899626883039</id><published>2009-12-12T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:35:10.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently attached with SLB</title><content type='html'>During this time of the year, the just completed second year student of my school will have to undergo a "practical training".(except for geek and baldy).Training. One month? Wth. So short. Anyhow, i decided to do mine at a firm. In a not so ordinary firm. Yeah. The firm: not your typical firm: a big huge one: top 3 in msia: the bomb: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SHOOK LIN &amp;amp; BOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;aka &lt;a href="http://www.shooklin.com.my/"&gt;SLB&lt;/a&gt;!#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;# For all of you who don't know what SLB is click the link above and be amazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be frank, i'm kinda surprised to get offered a place in SLB. I'm sure it was not based on looks coz i did'nt attach a passport-sized photo of myself. Maybe i'm destined to be with slb. Only god knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the firm so much. Mainly because of the people there. Really nice people. And also because of the dedicated tea lady! (She'll drop by twice daily)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why did i choose SLB in the first place? SLB has a powerful shipping department! That's why! *Lighting strikes!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not alone there. Giraffe is there too (I submitted his resume. haha) And also a few bunch of uitm munchkins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO here is my routine everyday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.45am&lt;/b&gt; Chickens wake me up. I get up. Shower and get dressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.25am&lt;/b&gt; My mum send me to Kl Sentral monorail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.40am&lt;/b&gt; Take the train to Raja Chulan. (This stage is quite crucial. If I arrive in Kl Sentral after 8.10am, I'll be late for work) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.10am&lt;/b&gt; Reach Raja Chulan. Walk to Menara Ambank (where SLB is situated) Get a bun at The Weld.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.15am&lt;/b&gt; Get a temperature check at the lobby( HINI alert!) and take the lift to level 19.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.20am&lt;/b&gt; Arrive at work early(I'm punctual! I'm one of the early birds) Get another temperature check from our receptionist at level 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.30am&lt;/b&gt; Lepak in Chambers(this is our workstation) Start working. I work on usually research for all the lawyers. My favourite work is definitely from Mr Nagarajah. The shipping god. When lucky, i'll go to courts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.45pm&lt;/b&gt; Lunch at The Weld (muak dah). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.00pm&lt;/b&gt; Get back to the Chambers. Work. Sometimes, take short nap: recharge. Socialize with lawyers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.30pm&lt;/b&gt; It's time to go home! Walk with &lt;i&gt;giraffe&lt;/i&gt; to klcc. Why? Ok. Here's the thing. KL is so overpopulated now. This is our way to avoid the crowd. Go to kino!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.00pm&lt;/b&gt; Hop on lrt from Klcc(duhh). Say bye-bye to giraffe at Kl Sentral. Stop at Taman Paramount. My mum fetch me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.30pm&lt;/b&gt; Dinner and get home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.00pm&lt;/b&gt; Shower. Attachment in a place so far is sweaty! Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.00pm&lt;/b&gt; Call friends. Lepak if not tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.00pm&lt;/b&gt; If no one's interested, switch off the lights. Sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday: OFF. * Hangs 'Do not disturb' sign on the door knob* Eldest son is kitchen helper, toilet cleaner, driver, socialite, rubbish thrower, baby sitter, errand runner, expectations carrier. Pffft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone is busy. And geek once told me that: "This whole practical thing is a preview of our working life." I looked at giraffe, he looked back at me and we started laughing. We're stuck. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-6790517899626883039?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6790517899626883039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/currently-attached-with-slb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/6790517899626883039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/6790517899626883039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/currently-attached-with-slb.html' title='Currently attached with SLB'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-4964332371723844639</id><published>2009-12-10T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:47:49.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfect day in a shopping mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The following tips are exclusive only to people who aspire to taste a day of perfection in a shopping mall. Diri ini begitu bertuah dapat melalui satu hari bersama &lt;i&gt;Mr Perfect aka Geek&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teruja yang tidak terkata pabila diajak batting one fine day yang lalu. Tidak keseorangan pada hari tersebut tetapi ditemani baldy. Batting is my new found talent. I didnt know that i can bat fairly good for an amateur. Jadi berikut adalah tips yang dapat dikongsi hasil outing with the most perfect friend i've ever had (sediakan pen dan pensil if you did'nt bring em just imagine you have em):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mulakan perjalanan anda di mall dengan strepsils.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kemudian, senyum dan melambailah rambut gemalai anda (if your hair is not long just try to pretend it's long so that it will not fail your attempt to perfection) ketika berjalan di mall. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When eating praise every food served and eat em with pleasure. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then make sure you find a NIKE store then just browse around tak kisah lah beli ke tak. This is just to make sure you update yourself on sports attire and what not. Penting!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retro is back aint it? As a fashion forward guy, find anything retro and show it praise it infront of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was astonished to find out that his size is so perfect that hampir kesemua clothing bagaikan made customized for him. This is just not your luck people. Mungkin badannya adalah acuan mannequin-mannequin being displayed in every store. Who knows. Tips ke-enam: don't try clothes infront of your friends instead ask them to try and comment it with fashionable words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sebelum berakhirnya hari di mall, pastikan anda mengakhirinya dengan sebotol Tinge berperisa peach. You can feel some force inside you. Seriously. Baldy and i were fortunate to have tasted the drink. Tibe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND the most important thing is take the right door before you exit. (baldy, you failed this part. So close!) The ending of the trip was so irony. On our way to get into the car, the background song was a so dramatic song which impliedly meant to acknowledge our perfect day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dikesempatan ini, saya berasa sangat terharu dengan peluang merasai a perfect day in a shopping mall with the perfect person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, when a perfect being ask you out answer YES. Kesempurnaan (perfection) itu &lt;b&gt;bukan&lt;/b&gt; hak milik setiap insan. Note this &lt;i&gt;giraffe&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SyHDzyLKIBI/AAAAAAAAADA/j5hx9eJK8BE/s320/batting.jpg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413823521485365266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is me. I can bat at any speed. Puked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-4964332371723844639?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/4964332371723844639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfect-day-in-shopping-mall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/4964332371723844639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/4964332371723844639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfect-day-in-shopping-mall.html' title='A perfect day in a shopping mall'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SyHDzyLKIBI/AAAAAAAAADA/j5hx9eJK8BE/s72-c/batting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-8654559413237896446</id><published>2009-12-05T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:09:57.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotton On'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topman'/><title type='text'>Compare please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Buying things is important. It's like an obligation. That's why we were put on earth. I barely make it through the month without having to scrape off my coin box just to have the last of murni's banana special. Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;During recession and economic crisis, people are advised to save up but who does that? We are the sheeps of capitalism (&lt;i&gt;geek&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;div&gt;My weekly allowance is drying and my pockets are straining. Doughs flying out of all sides of my pockets just to meet my basic needs mainly FOOD. I eat a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being single makes you a lot richer so blame it on the girls. haha. But still it seems that we consume money like we consume water. Experience in working field made me realize that "betapa susahnya mencari duit". But my dad always tell me that "duit boleh dicari". I love you papito.&lt;div&gt;Having said that, during this whole bad economic scenario, i managed to buy a checkered shirt . (i used the money which came from green packets i saved since raya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two words of advice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When you shop, dont rush. Browse first.compare prices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ALWAYS make sure your wardrobe can fit your stuff. Mine is gonna roboh anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there was the checkered season * for guys* last year, me being pressured by the trend wanted a checkered so badly. but the checkered shirts available were just ridiculously overpriced. So i waited and watched the season went by.... bye bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one fine day i went to Topman and sangat tertarik with this checkered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;TADAAA&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SxtM0ri23BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lVnm98XMZbc/s320/Tonalchecked.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412003845141617682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Price: RM 166&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;but another one fine day came and i saw this at Cotton On:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;TADAA TADAA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SxtJRKHPk8I/AAAAAAAAACo/LtYLy19KKig/s320/medium.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411999936337122242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price: RM99&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Both look identical right! So i grabbed the latter checkered shirt like nobody's business. That's the greatness of comparing prices. I saved (RM166-RM99=&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RM67&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I have a checkered now. I'm setting the trend back!.puked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'm tasteful and genius. *Clap clap*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-8654559413237896446?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8654559413237896446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/compare-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/8654559413237896446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/8654559413237896446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/12/compare-please.html' title='Compare please'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SxtM0ri23BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lVnm98XMZbc/s72-c/Tonalchecked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-1371381084381568696</id><published>2009-11-14T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:30:48.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish</title><content type='html'>12th November: Fuckiest day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last paper but i did not study for it.&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i lost my phone. I left it in the exam hall, being a forgetful bitch i forgot to take it. I smartly left it on the floor. Shite.&lt;br /&gt;Was it my fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have'nt told my parents yet. hell NO.&lt;br /&gt;Although my school is the best place for every future lawyers to be in but one of you is just plain pathetic. Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i made a new sim card. And i lost it after one day. Fuck. I should qualify for Guinness Book of Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my mind? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SILENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-1371381084381568696?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1371381084381568696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/11/fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/1371381084381568696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/1371381084381568696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/11/fish.html' title='Fish'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-5476577433978184180</id><published>2009-11-08T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:28:53.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeover</title><content type='html'>As you can see. This blog is under renovation. Based on few complaints from some of the readers, i did few makeovers especially on the template which does suit with the title now. Giraffe said 'nyal, choose something beach-y'. So i did after few bad choices. hahaha. Im not so urban and tehnology savvy but im not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad. So snuggies, does my new blog look better now? hahaha. She hated my previous template so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that not only my blog needs a makeover, the author also needs emotionally makeovers all round! pfffftt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-5476577433978184180?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5476577433978184180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/11/makeover.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/5476577433978184180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/5476577433978184180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/11/makeover.html' title='Makeover'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-7119842196508824959</id><published>2009-11-08T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:59:15.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Land Code'/><title type='text'>LAND</title><content type='html'>It's quite disheartening to watch your batchmates in the exam hall without you. and this loser is stuck with the prerequisite paper because he was unlucky to fail a paper which he has to pass in order to be admitted to the next paper. ive tried to apply to do it in this semester but the letter was rejected due to the "prerequisite" reason. pfft. and i was told by a coach "you want to do Land 2? Do you know what is RIN?" I kept quiet. ouch!#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#my priciple in studies is that whatever i read for finals, i'll forget once the finals is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know what's RIN because ive studied it twice for goodness sake! To repeat a paper is no fun at all. It some sort of demoralised you and you'll be so pissed like me. Especially when you are a hardworking student and you studied like crazy but you still failed. That is just sad. More disappointing is when people have high expectations of you. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I blame myself maybe the study i did was'nt enough. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Law everyone is not safe. Failure is open to everyone. Although failure is not an option but it's a great teacher because its lessons burned into your system and made you want to be better. So it did to me, it has made me realize not to be in the comfort zone. Get out danial. Don't become like the cooked frog#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;# i'll blog bout this some other time. It's a story which my dad had told me when i was younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was the day where my batchmates fought with land. I was'nt there. But im happy to see giraffe# walked towards me with a confident smile after the fight. He made me proud because i tutored him based on my knowledge bout the freaking land in one night! im amazing! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;he said " why did you fail land again?" I answered, " I don't know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;# you owe me shisha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 13.5 marks for my final assessment, i hope i don't fail the friggin paper for the second time. Fingers crossed. Help me god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, don't let yourself become failure's target because it is so depressing. &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/mnizamz/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Trust me. &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/mnizamz/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-7119842196508824959?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/7119842196508824959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/11/land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/7119842196508824959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/7119842196508824959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/11/land.html' title='LAND'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-6144205923042393642</id><published>2009-11-07T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:39:32.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;31st october: Halloween and my birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Halloween was fun for me. Not much of a celebration because of the finals but it was a memorable one. I was in the war room with the other 2 stooges, they sang to me birthday song and we imagined a bun as a cake. hahaha. The birthday wishes were so overwhelming and it's nice to see wishes coming into your &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1038051298&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;fb wall&lt;/a&gt; and mobile. once a year experience. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My university loves me so much sampai for 2 successive years they gave me the best present ever: a final law paper#. Imagine youself straining your brain in the exam hall on your birthday! pffft. They never forget. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;#criminal law paper was easy though. thank you god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to all my friends who've wished me and who're always there for me. I know you guys love me so much! Too many names to be mentioned here. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to my machas: for the present and cake and bash# especially the tempoyak(holy cow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;# the bash was organized by bunch of people who love me so much and it was done after a nice dinner at fatty crab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im 21 now and i promise to change. puked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401632454864452338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SvZ0GT9quvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UCnHBympuz0/s320/7529_165012323307_760678307_2769806_1369082_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; a bucket of rotten tempoyak on my head. nice smell. thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-6144205923042393642?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6144205923042393642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/6144205923042393642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/6144205923042393642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-halloween.html' title='Thank you halloween'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SvZ0GT9quvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UCnHBympuz0/s72-c/7529_165012323307_760678307_2769806_1369082_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-2842023069256210203</id><published>2009-11-04T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:30:28.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unhappiness</title><content type='html'>I should be happy. Im young, alive and healthy. I eat well and i dont smoke. I have good friends. I have two perfectly intact parents-viz, dad a manager working in ipoh and mum with ambitions of being a painter. I am a solid member of the mid-mid class. My cgpa is two numbers higher than most people even realize it is possible for a cgpa to be in bachelor of laws. puked.&lt;br /&gt;So why am i not happy? i have'nt been seeing someone? What is wrong with me? This confusion had shocked my system. This had the effect of bringing forward the unhappy me in due time! So the best chance for me is stop studying. Im not happy. I need fun! I need doraemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to us when we strategized a new study plan which has more allocations for FUN:&lt;br /&gt;shisha-risk-monopoly-foodhunting-hijack school's library and kindie-punching bag-karaoke-batting-yada yada&lt;br /&gt;*kudos wingmen: giraffe and botak, we are fighters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;This new plan would somehow make me happier but im still not happy. pfft. i detest finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make my dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst, i have watched 500days of summer. cool. the soundtracks are awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-2842023069256210203?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/2842023069256210203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/11/unhappiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/2842023069256210203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/2842023069256210203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/11/unhappiness.html' title='unhappiness'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-1823325457638718674</id><published>2009-10-25T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:22:43.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>annoyingiam</title><content type='html'>As I have mentioned in the previous post, i have never failed to annoy a friend in a day. That is one of my abilities. Apart from mesmerizing ladies and men with my singing ability i annoy people like a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the most-watched faces in my school. I have a weird face and a muscular build. My expression is always smiling friendly, it does'nt matter whether i'm happy, upset, merajuk, tired or whatever mood i'll still don that famous smile. Puked. But for those who are into the art of face-reading, they will say that my onion nose denotes wealth. Bullshit. So where on earth did this annoying behaviour come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ko annoying no 1,' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Can you not become annoying for once in your life?' ( i annoyed&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; giraffe&lt;/span&gt; during one of mummy's classes). He is my hardcore victim and he had confessed once that; 'nyal, you are really annoying sometimes'&lt;br /&gt;'Ei annoyingnye,' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are so annoying,' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;princess&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mamaya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myr&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snuggies&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mak fa&lt;/span&gt; and everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Annoying&lt;/span&gt;. Why did everything have to be annoying? I did'nt want to be annoying. I had never dreamt to become annoying. I've always wanted to look interesting, funny, humorous and talkative. I have a weakness which is i could'nt shut my mouth except when im asleep and amazingly i managed to kept quiet the other day for 20minutes without my consent * my gang invented this game to make me quiet* that bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did'nt and don't understand. Who do they think they're calling me annoying? There is not an annoying bone in my body or something. Maybe it is because of my laugh? nahh. people like my laugh#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#danial nizam has the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEST LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;* in the friggin nation and it's worth &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RM100&lt;/span&gt;! Please ask me to laugh next time you see me. it's brutally expensive. Plus my laugh travels through brick walls too. cool. miahahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Based on Flyfm's best laugh contest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better apologise or i'll show you what annoying really is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait danial, calm down *moved a little closer to my mirror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just an expression. Maybe all of them wanted to say 'like handsome'. puked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Imagining myself in an award ceremony*&lt;br /&gt;The award for most annoying person goes to *drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Danial Nizam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you *grabs the mic* I would like to thank as many people i could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danial, please stop being annoying. *Slapping my face 3 times*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih. That is me. It's my nature whether you like it or not. I like to talk. LOA at times. But that does'nt make me a bad person. Maybe i might change into a less annoying boy when im in a relationship with someone. Who knows. but can that someone bare with me? Kesian.. People, please pray for my change or else more innocent blood will be annoyed. hahaha. I did'nt sound desperate right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a wait so long, never wait so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-1823325457638718674?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1823325457638718674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-i-have-mentioned-in-previous-post-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/1823325457638718674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/1823325457638718674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-i-have-mentioned-in-previous-post-i.html' title='annoyingiam'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-1913916075504759730</id><published>2009-10-20T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T08:21:02.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10days of danial</title><content type='html'>*Pressed the ON button on an imaginary wooden box that is filled with all the law books and my excellent notes that should be read for the purpose of my finals which whatever i read i'll forget once im done with the last paper scheduled on 12th of november, and the box is opened.now i am officially in study mode. i will only turn it off after the last paper* and i continued by *staring at my study plan which is unforgivably amazing if i really really can focus and go with the plan, ill wallop the finals like a hero*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final exam is in &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pressure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im done with criminal tho. bagus danial anak siapa ni..mummy, ill kick criminal's arse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my target for this semester is just to friggin maintain my cgpa. please god dont fail me anymore. im meant for better things. dont fail your forever hardworking student. puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the problem with me. tak boleh terima apa yang saya tidak mahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up till now, im still hoping that this whole semester was a dream and i did'nt actually fail my bloody land. shite. and why bias was being bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;readers, im not egoistic, im just being danial *cue song &lt;em&gt;here comes your man&lt;/em&gt;.i actually listened to this song more than 20 times while studying my mission to kill people. i love pixies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i wish someone can accompany me to KLCC. i wanna watch 500 days of summer. &lt;strong&gt;buah&lt;/strong&gt; is so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? &lt;em&gt;halloween&lt;/em&gt; is coming in 10 days too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive texted my 'halloween' wish to &lt;strong&gt;giraffe&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;buah&lt;/strong&gt;. goodluck guys. tak tahu malu? who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week turned out to be better than weeks before and the only horrid event i witnessed is to watch some doughs flying and being handed over to an inconsiderate jakun toyota guy. haih. i wish my dad is rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im heading to &lt;a href="http://food.malaysiamostwanted.com/venues/fatty-crab-restaurant-seafood-taman-megah-pj#"&gt;fatty crab&lt;/a&gt; this thursday! grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;danial nizam has an excellent knowledge in where to eat for every meal and also eateries around pj, kl, shah alam and proudly to be mentioned: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PENANG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;any enquiries please contact me and be amazed. hahaha. puked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-1913916075504759730?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1913916075504759730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/10/10days-of-danial.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/1913916075504759730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/1913916075504759730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/10/10days-of-danial.html' title='10days of danial'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-1280902441871743389</id><published>2009-10-18T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:11:17.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't date me</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;im not ready&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hate texting my daily reports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im bad in proposing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no official relationships yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im always right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;im blur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i dont know what i want: typical just-dont-know-what-he-wants-guy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;annoying (the author has never failed to annoy a friend in a day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jealous type&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;indefinite*a round of applause*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;daredevils, try me* as if ada orang nak* hahaha. puked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-1280902441871743389?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1280902441871743389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-date-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/1280902441871743389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/1280902441871743389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-date-me.html' title='Don&apos;t date me'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-6304199070239091779</id><published>2009-10-17T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T08:28:31.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad luck</title><content type='html'>A series of unfortunate events has been haunting me since my last post. The bad luck does'nt peel off yet. Who to be blamed? puked. However, i shall not pull myself lower with a sad entry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things did compensate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listed in random:&lt;br /&gt;nothing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;danial nizam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. what really happened: tests like everyday(did bad for my fav subject.pffft.)-worst presentation in history-didnt make it into ihl moot team thank you &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bias"&gt;bias&lt;/a&gt;( baru nak try using link)-had diarrhea to the extent of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bombing&lt;/span&gt; ladies' toilet(which &lt;a href="http://www.kfc.com.my/"&gt;kfc&lt;/a&gt; will not be mentioned)-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leopard&lt;/span&gt; bombed me for the first time-annoyed few friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt end there. finals is approaching.&lt;br /&gt;my first paper will be on the day that celebrates  my 21 years of existence on earth! pfffftt&lt;br /&gt;Hint hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you. i wish myself all the best for the coming future unfortunate events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-6304199070239091779?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/6304199070239091779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/10/series-of-unfortunate-events-have-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/6304199070239091779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/6304199070239091779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/10/series-of-unfortunate-events-have-been.html' title='bad luck'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-9026613047081062426</id><published>2009-09-26T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:03:26.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>learned driver</title><content type='html'>swing time is the reason why i enjoy driving. that is the only reason. ive never enjoyed driving except on sunday nights.&lt;br /&gt;traffic. malaysian. rude drivers. accidents. death.&lt;br /&gt;riding a motorcycle? not in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more praises from friends:&lt;br /&gt;'you ni unique la' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puteri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'please la drive'... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;devoted husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ok lah ill drive&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;mengada' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'guys should like driving' cliche&lt;br /&gt;'let's swing time!' *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giraffe&lt;/span&gt; trying to motivate*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im forced to drive. i wish there's an efficient public transportation. pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im a bloody good driver. pro lah konon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non-stop praises:&lt;br /&gt;'danial, ko tau x ko drive laju?' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'you drive sgt lmbt boleh x i rasa mcm nak tolak' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puteri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'danial, ko ni annoying lah when you're driving. do you know that?'  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'iiiibbbbbuuuuu!' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;devoted husband &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'aku x pernah pegang kerusi lama macam tu' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nyal, this is not kampung' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;workaholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conflicting comments. we can't please everyone. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accident record: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once&lt;/span&gt; *was'nt my fault*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being punctual is my reason. the one and only reason why i sped. i hate to come late. i dont like people to wait for me and i hate waiting for anyone. i get agitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a post about my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; driving skill. don't be judgmental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-9026613047081062426?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/9026613047081062426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/09/learned-driver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/9026613047081062426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/9026613047081062426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/09/learned-driver.html' title='learned driver'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-5492172172705242887</id><published>2009-09-26T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T03:29:21.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='across the universe'/><title type='text'>hey jude</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;this song is playing in my mind&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbEIyKhi6_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZbEIyKhi6_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-5492172172705242887?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5492172172705242887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-jude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/5492172172705242887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/5492172172705242887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-jude.html' title='hey jude'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8941631500100613072.post-5549311743643071235</id><published>2009-09-24T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:01:27.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead single</title><content type='html'>Even though danial is 20 going on twenty-one-year-old single shot, there is no shortage of women in his life.&lt;br /&gt;There's my lovely mum, my super grandma, my aunties, my bouncing-bomb energetic high maintenance cousins, my close  girlfriends, lecturers, favourite teachers and sheila majid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when people start asking questions about my absent girlfriend. my answer has always been: im single. i like it but i dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people around me keep bugging, yapping on why im not in a relationship? what the heck. because i dont feel like it but i do sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praises from people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'dont you have sexual desires?' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jo bukan nama sebenar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ko kena try dulu baru tahu'.. unpredictable eji&lt;br /&gt;'bila lagi nyal?' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giraffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'one day you'll have one' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ko ni choosy la' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;devoted husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redundant all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hate to tell myself, that im a boy. Whether the idea appeals to us or not you have to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive never had a serious one. old saying: you'll find one. i nearly puked i dont know why..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the post:&lt;br /&gt;when i found the right one, ill get closer, ill look and wait and so that she'll be dear to my heart. i was about to puke again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but among other things, i know that im not the first person who was ever confused, bothered, sickened or maybe frightened in this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit of introduction&lt;br /&gt;story of my life shall be told. no kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8941631500100613072-5549311743643071235?l=sonuvabeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/feeds/5549311743643071235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/09/dead-single.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/5549311743643071235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8941631500100613072/posts/default/5549311743643071235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonuvabeach.blogspot.com/2009/09/dead-single.html' title='dead single'/><author><name>danial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02645712558247209324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r-tySikbZ34/SwgkYbmwAYI/AAAAAAAAACA/Lraapp2ZMtU/S220/P1010041.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
