<?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-4782788882760274218</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:04:30.372-08:00</updated><category term='Cars'/><category term='Boredom'/><category term='Greetings.'/><category term='Buddies'/><category term='Friends.'/><category term='Stories of the Past'/><title type='text'>Up Up To The Sky High.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-6776172491694618418</id><published>2011-05-18T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T08:41:42.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LULUS !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;안녕하세요!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waktu, kalo dibiarin aja, rasanya cepet banget berlalu kan ? Sekarang aja, udah ngga kerasa, gw dan temen-temen seperjuangan gw udah LULUS ! Ya, kita sudah tamat dari kehidupan SMA kita, dan sekarang lagi &lt;i&gt;on the way&lt;/i&gt; ke tahap selanjutnya: Kuliah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gw masih inget waktu gw masih di Mutiara Int'l School, gw masih bocah baru yang masuk pas kelas 2 SMP, terus pas awal kelas 2 SMA, gw pindah ke Sekolah Indonesia KL. Waktu itu, gw masih berpikiran agak negatif gara-gara pindah ke SIK, tapi yang namanya orang tua kan, ya.. Instingnya kuat kan, jadi gw pindah aja ke SIK pas kelas 1 SMA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pas di kelas 1 SMA, banyak temen yang, ya.. Lumayan deket deh waktu baru pindah, walaupun banyak yang pindah juga waktu gw baru masuk ke SIK. Waktu berlalu, gw dan temen-temen gw naik kelas, dan cuma gw dan beberapa orang dari kelas X SMA A yang masuk ke XI IPS. Memang, gw waktu pertama-tama masih agak ngga enak, soalnya yang lain pada masuk ke XI IPA. Tapi, demi menggapai mimpi gw, gw masuk ke XI IPS, dan ketemu lah temen-temen baru lagi. Setahun berlalu, akhirnya kita naik kelas ke XII IPS. Ya, kelas terakhir dari kehidupan SMA gw dan temen-temen gw. Waktu di kelas XII IPS, kita masih ada sekitar 12/11 orang, sampai teman kita, Ajeng, pindah ke Jakarta. Dan sekarang, kelas XII IPS cuma ada 10 orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tidak terasa, hampir 10 bulan berlalu, dan akhirnya kita bertemu dengan ujian terakhir dari kehidupan SMA: Ujian Nasional. Dengan semua ilmu yang sudah kita dapati, pelajari dari guru serta doa kita kepada Tuhan, akhirnya kita lewati waktu tersebut. Dan sekarang, sebulan setelah Ujian Nasional tersebut, kita mendapati hasil jerih payah kami selama (hampir) 3 tahun tersebut. Dan alhamdulillah, 10 siswa/siswi XII IPS Angkatan 2008/2011 lulus semua. Termasuk juga 24 siswa/siswi XII IPA Angkatan 2008/2011 yang alhamdulillah, lulus semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waktu gw ngeliat kata "LULUS", rasanya tuh seperti.. Udah tamat-in game Megaman yang susahnya Naudjubillah, atau ngga seperti udah bisa maen gitar kayak si Joe Satriani deh.. Ajib pokoknya !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekarang, gw cuma nunggu ijazah dari sekolah, dan akhirnya gw dan temen-temen gw akan bebas dari kehidupan SMA. Dan kehidupan kuliah di University of Malaya pun sedang menunggu gw. See you soon !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;안녕히 계세요!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6-kxmZ74rU/TdPoKyKitKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BQzARgT-cJg/s320/LULUS%2B%2521%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608081232968725666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KITA LULUS, KAWAN !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-6776172491694618418?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6776172491694618418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2011/05/lulus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/6776172491694618418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/6776172491694618418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2011/05/lulus.html' title='LULUS !'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6-kxmZ74rU/TdPoKyKitKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BQzARgT-cJg/s72-c/LULUS%2B%2521%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-4333872346960200144</id><published>2011-04-02T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:55:30.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una lettera a mia madre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever write a letter to your mother ? Not like those ordinary letter, but a special one. Really special, until it makes you burst into tears. 100% from the bottom of your heart. Have you ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've written one. But actually it was because I was in having a motivation camp, and they told me to write one. So I did. When they gave it to me (because they took it then they came back to my school), and they told me to read it, I found out it was quite.. Funny, weird, and yet, a bit touching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dear my lovely mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;God, I miss you. So much. I know I have been away from you and dad for only 3 days and 2 nights. But to be honest, it felt like I have been away from you two for centuries. Here (at the motivation camp), they taught me about how to face the verisimilitude and the stiffness of how life could be. But, they also taught me one thing that could change our life (or so): Commitment. So I will tell you, &lt;i&gt;la mia bella madre&lt;/i&gt;, what are my commitments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;First of all, I promise you that I will do my best to get an excellent result for my national exams. Second, I promise I will be a useful person for everyone, especially for my society. The last one-which is frankly, I was crying when I wrote the last one-, is that I promise I will be a good child who always obey and listen to what you say or tell me. I promise that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Loads of love from your son, M. Megasuryo F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yes, I wrote that. Can't believe it ? Don't worry, that's (not) a normal thing, because I'm awesome. Hahaha. Thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and I have last words for this blog entry: &lt;i&gt;Ti amo, la mia bella madre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-4333872346960200144?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4333872346960200144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2011/04/una-lettera-mia-madre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/4333872346960200144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/4333872346960200144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2011/04/una-lettera-mia-madre.html' title='Una lettera a mia madre.'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-2346806239343032176</id><published>2011-02-05T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T15:23:44.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidupkan Mimpi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jangan pernah untuk berpikir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semua ini kan jadi yang terakhir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kuingin kau tetap tertawa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walaupun sakit dan terasa perih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semoga hari ini kan lebih baik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hadapilah harimu gapailah mimpimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disini ku hidup dan bertahan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tersiksa dan kucoba tuk melawan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pikirkan apa yang kan terjadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buktikan semua akan ku lalui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kubangunkan kau dari lelap tidurmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hilangkan mimpi dan jadikan nyata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lihat Mentari didepan mata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dengan senyuman dan canda tawamu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semoga hari esok kan lebih baik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hadapilah hidupmu gapailah mimpimu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disini ku hidup dan bertahan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tersiksa dan kucoba tuk melawan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singkirkan segala yang menghalangi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yakinkan bahwa ku mampu tuk berlari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Percayalah kau mampu meraihnya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Percayalah kau mampu menggapainya&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;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/QOOtZY3uV7c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/QOOtZY3uV7c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Lagu buat yang lagi 'patah hati'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-2346806239343032176?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2346806239343032176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2011/02/hidupkan-mimpi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/2346806239343032176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/2346806239343032176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2011/02/hidupkan-mimpi.html' title='Hidupkan Mimpi.'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-3711596677599552962</id><published>2010-12-24T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:47:50.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/TRUu6lQT0fI/AAAAAAAAAJA/foHB0Ud6Usk/s1600/CIMG9117.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey bloggers, long time no see/read, huh ? Yeah I know, I've been busy lately, so you know. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, a lot of things happened since the last time I wrote something on my blog. But, I'll write the one that is much more important to me than others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, it started on Thursday, 23rd December. It was the last day of school, and the day where I had to take my report card. Since I woke up that day, I've been trying to be cool but damn, I was nervous, to be honest. I tried to calm myself down, and I made it to the class. And in the end, God, it feels good. You know how it feels when one of your 1000 dreams come true ? It's good, right ? No, it's AWESOME. Yeap, I'm the &lt;i&gt;numero uno&lt;/i&gt; in my class. Finally ! Pure awesomeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, from the school, I went to my sister's so-called crib in Sunway to pick her Fujifilm Instax camera that I'm going to use for the next day. Anyway, when I reached her so-called crib, I knocked on the door, and her friend came up, and she gave me a bag. With the Fujifilm Instax camera, of course. But I was surprised when I looked at the bag. I mean, inside it. It was a Lomo camera ! But when I looked at it, you know what went across my mind ? It's this: &lt;b&gt;"Umm.. Who's camera is this ?"&lt;/b&gt;. Yeah, I know, sounds stupid. Until 5 minutes later, I realized that the camera is for me ! My early birthday present from my sister ! And her boyfriend. Thanks a lot sister ! And her boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shinyshiny.tv/lomooktomat.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So this is the camera, Oktomat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.hubimg.com/u/2265345_f520.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I can do something like this with the camera. Awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;So that's for the 23rd of December. For the 24th ? Hmmm, it was a good day, actually. But there were somethings that made the day turned 180 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a good day at first, like my close friends came to my house, we were eating my mother's cooking, just us, me and my close friends. It feels nice. What a day. Until..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know when you made this kind of so-called party, then you asked your crush to come, and they said yes, i will ? It feels good, right ? It moves you to clean your room so that when your crush come to your house, they can see how clean our room is. But when you already did those things, you got a message saying, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hey, I'm so sorry. I can't make it. Need to go somewhere. Have a great party !"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It just turned you down. Even worse, you found your crush that they actually went to airport just to meet the national football team. And they only met them for 5 minutes only. Suck that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or another one, you asked one of your close friend to come, but they said almost the same thing like the one above, except they said they wanted to go somewhere important with their parents. But the truth is just the same like the one above. Sucks. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last one, after I made it through those hard times by being awesome (That's what Barney Stinson told me: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;), you found out that your crush, is looking for someone else. Looking. For. Someone. Else. It's fucked up, to be honest. I just hate that. When you're trying to get this girl, there's always this guy who is much better than me. Life sucks when you add spices like "love".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyway, stop being emo and all this shit. Oh and here are some of the pictures that I took with my sister's (awesome) Fujifilm Instax camera (Or the common name: &lt;b&gt;Polaroid&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/TRUuOu-Jj2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/n0n4hAOYAvY/s320/CIMG9111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554396546093125474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's me with one of my close friend, Dhini Duta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/TRUugeVU5CI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5Fq6lSLSdeY/s1600/CIMG9121.JPG" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/TRUugeVU5CI/AAAAAAAAAI4/5Fq6lSLSdeY/s320/CIMG9121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554396850864579618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my close friends. (Thanks for coming, guys.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Someone is missing though. Yeah, &lt;i&gt;that girl&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/TRUu6lQT0fI/AAAAAAAAAJA/foHB0Ud6Usk/s1600/CIMG9117.JPG" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/TRUu6lQT0fI/AAAAAAAAAJA/foHB0Ud6Usk/s320/CIMG9117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554397299399184882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my close friends from my old school. Amalina and Qhalis.&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/4782788882760274218-3711596677599552962?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3711596677599552962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/12/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/3711596677599552962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/3711596677599552962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/TRUuOu-Jj2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/n0n4hAOYAvY/s72-c/CIMG9111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-4895733501386330763</id><published>2010-11-24T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T07:27:16.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logic. No feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you know how does it feel when you've been keep trying over and over again ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you still getting the same thing ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts, you know. It sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially when you've been trying to do it with different beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ended up with the same ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks. Very sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's life of teenagers, you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time where it's filled with schools, subjects, assignments, homework, doing some naughty things, and the last one: &lt;b&gt;Relationship&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, everytime I see a couple walking together at a mall or having lunch together at a food court, it makes me wonder, "&lt;i&gt;How did they meet each other ?&lt;/i&gt;" or maybe, "&lt;i&gt;How come they could become a couple ?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, it kept me thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the other hand, you'll get tired because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll sick of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why, I decided to try to use my &lt;b&gt;Logic&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to feel about things around me with my minds. With my thinking ability. Try to put it together in reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's gonna be hard and weird, but &lt;b&gt;what's wrong with trying ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oyasumi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-4895733501386330763?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4895733501386330763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/11/logic-no-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/4895733501386330763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/4895733501386330763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/11/logic-no-feeling.html' title='Logic. No feeling.'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-7893774910327434519</id><published>2010-08-21T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T19:56:01.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sono Stato Tradito Dal Mio Amico.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, if you understand Italian, you'll know what it means. It's something that.. Our friends would do. Unexpectedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You see, you can't just trust all of your friends. Or even your best friend. Just like people said, your best friend, is a friend that always be there for you. Even though when you're having good times, or bad times. Not only for good times. If they're always be there for you when you're having good times, they're not your best friends. They're just.. A fucking evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just imagine, your friend, who you've been trust for quite sometimes, suddenly.. Stab your back. Hardly. Like seriously fucking hard. Imagine that. How hurt is that ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, that, is what came to my mind this morning. When I woke up. And opened facebook. And twitter. Life is fucking hard, ain't it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last word for the betrayal: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fottiti, miserabili pezzi di merda ! Vai a farti fottere, stronzo. Vai a farti fottere !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IAklUagV28Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IAklUagV28Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-7893774910327434519?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7893774910327434519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/08/sono-stato-tradito-dal-mio-amico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/7893774910327434519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/7893774910327434519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/08/sono-stato-tradito-dal-mio-amico.html' title='Sono Stato Tradito Dal Mio Amico.'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-1881501341478317</id><published>2010-07-16T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:32:36.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing On The Rooftop, Everybody Screaming Your Heart Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my, it's the first weekend of the new "educational" year for me, which it should be my last year of high school: Senior Year. Anyway, since I got nothing to do during this weekend, I decided to write something on my blog. Or update it. Whatever you want to say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, for the first 3 days, my friends and I didn't go to our classes because we had to do this orientation to our "lovely" juniors and new students. Of course we loved to do that. Most of the time, I almost didn't ask them to do stupid things, because the only thing that I had to do was.. Took photos of them while we asked them to do things. That's all. Easy and simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, on Thursday, we came to the reality. New class, new teacher, new subjects, new things, but no new friends in my class. How sad. But actually, I didn't come to school on Thursday. No, not because I suddenly had a massive headache or so, but it was because.. I overslept. Yeah, I overslept. The night before, I decided to turn on my alarm from my phone at around 5.30 AM, and I didn't hear a thing. So in the end, I woke up at 10 o'clock. How great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rather than doing nothing at home, I went out with my friends till night. Thank God I was home alone for this week. Hahaha. But I had to go to school on the next day, since I got this art gallery opening thing at night. So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe that should be all. I seriously and to be frankly, got nothing else in my mind for this blog. Might write again sooner. Or later. &lt;i&gt;Ciao&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yeah, by the way, I got this flamboyant quote from somewhere in the world of internet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Richard Bach.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvyA6Ju-fH8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvyA6Ju-fH8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-1881501341478317?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1881501341478317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/07/standing-on-rooftop-everybody-screaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1881501341478317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1881501341478317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/07/standing-on-rooftop-everybody-screaming.html' title='Standing On The Rooftop, Everybody Screaming Your Heart Out.'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-9010947705150675239</id><published>2010-07-08T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:21:26.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are You So Far Away ? You Know It's Very Hard For Me To Get Myself Close To You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Selamat malam, para pembaca. Hahaha ga usah pake formal gitu aja kali ya, dan sori nih, blog kali ini dalam edisi khusus, dalam versi Bahasa Indonesia. Mungkin karena gw pikir-pikir, kalian-kalian yang bakal ngebaca blog gw ini, lebih enak dalam Bahasa Indonesia daripada dalam Bahasa Inggris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eniwei, let's get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, gw sekarang udah di hari ke-20 atau udah di akhir-akhir liburan kenaikan kelas. Dan udah 2 minggu gw di Jakarta, kota kelahiran gw yang rasanya.. Ga akan pernah mati. Gw ke Jakarta tanggal 26 Juni, setelah satu minggu hibernasi dan kejadian "shit-happens". Dan beruntung, abang gw juga ke Jakarta pas tanggal 26 Juni dari Balikpapan, jadi gw bisa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt; pake MacBook dia. Tapi sayang, hari seninnya dia balik ke Balikpapan lagi, jadi gw ga ada alat satupun untuk online, semenjak iTouch gw ilang dan laptop gw rusak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untung, temen-temen gw yang dulu di SIK banyak yang liburan ke Jakarta, jadi gw memutuskan untuk bertemu dengan mereka lagi. Akhirnya, hari Selasa, 29 Juni, gw ketemu sama temen lama gw dan temen gw yang masih di SIK, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dhini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kita udah janjian untuk ketemu di PIM jam 2.30 (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SETENGAH TIGA&lt;/span&gt;), tapi karena kita orang Indonesia, kita malah ketemu jam 6.30 (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SETENGAH TUJUH&lt;/span&gt;). Memang, kita sebagai orang Indonesia sangatlah "menepati waktu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besoknya, tanggal 30 Juni, temen gw yang tinggal di Bandung, tiba-tiba nongol di rumah gw pagi-pagi pas gw baru bangun. Dan hari itu juga, temen gw, tiga sekawan, akan datang ke Jakarta untuk &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pertama kalinya dalam hidup mereka&lt;/span&gt;. Jadi, gw ama temen gw yang dari Bandung bakal menjemput mereka di bandara. Dan semenjak tanggal 30 itu, mereka nginep di rumah gw yang kata mereka, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cozy&lt;/span&gt; banget. Aneh bin nyata. Tapi sekarang mereka udah di rumah temen gw yang bertempat tinggal di Bintaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya, lupa ngasih tau. Waktu gw nunggu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhini&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; di PIM, si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhini&lt;/span&gt; kasih tau gw, ternyata di PIM ada si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhanti&lt;/span&gt;, temen gw yang gw kenal lewat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pesbuk&lt;/span&gt;, tapi belom ketemu. Yowes, gw sms aja si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhanti&lt;/span&gt;. Ternyata, pas gw sms-an ama dia, dia udah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cabcus&lt;/span&gt; dari PIM, jadi gw nge-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deal&lt;/span&gt; ama dia buat ketemuan di &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Senayan City&lt;/span&gt; atau lebih gaulnya: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sency&lt;/span&gt; hari Jum'at nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, gw ama temen-temen gw jadi ketemuan ama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhanti&lt;/span&gt; di &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sency&lt;/span&gt; pas hari Jum'at. Ternyata &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhanti&lt;/span&gt; ngebawa temennya yang dulunya dia juga pernah satu geng dan satu sekolah di SIK, yaitu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andhini&lt;/span&gt;. Dan sejak itulah gw tiba-tiba ngerasa ada yang aneh di hati gw. Jujur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sewaktu gw ama temen-temen gw nongkrong sekalian &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt; di J.Co &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sency&lt;/span&gt;, gw nanya si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhanti&lt;/span&gt; tentang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIA&lt;/span&gt;. Dan ga tau kenapa, tiba-tiba si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dhanti&lt;/span&gt; malah ngasih nomer hp-nya. Tapi kata diri gw satu lagi (sejak kapan gw ada dua personaliti ?), malah bilang, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa engga di coba aja, ga ? Lagipula kayaknya dia cocok ama lw.&lt;/span&gt;". Kampret. Gw juga bisa bilang semua cewek yang gw pernah ketemu cocok ama gw. Tapi, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be honest&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; she's a normal girl, but she has this different thing that I don't know that makes her different than other girls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betewe, itu aja dulu deh yak. Cape juga gw nih nulis terus dari tadi. Mana gw lagi pilek lagi. Ancol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayonara, guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-vT1xhrmtg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-vT1xhrmtg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's an old song, but almost everyone loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-9010947705150675239?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/9010947705150675239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-are-you-so-far-away-you-know-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/9010947705150675239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/9010947705150675239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-are-you-so-far-away-you-know-its.html' title='Why Are You So Far Away ? You Know It&apos;s Very Hard For Me To Get Myself Close To You.'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-7057754976544485877</id><published>2010-03-06T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:34:23.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't Go Away Cause I'm Making You All Mine."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hardcloud.com/uploads/products/mf20006bkcm_a_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello bloggers. Sorry I haven't updated anything on my blog lately. And I just realized there wasn't any updates for the last 5 weeks ! Good God ! So anyway, things that happened (That I remember) over 5 weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My band, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Amateurs&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;won the second &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Battle Of The Band&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; at our school, for 2 consecutive years ! Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;2. I think, I bought another pair of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Macbeth Footwear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; about 2 weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;3. Now I'm having a whole week of holidays (or "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;studying at home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;"), because my seniors are having their final exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;4. My grandma is here in KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;5. Since my grandma is here, and I got plenty of free times, I can't play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;GTA IV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; on PS 3. Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;6. I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pavilion&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;today with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Galih&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thevetia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fira&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedev&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, and we watched the latest 3D movie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;How To Train Your Dragon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. (I don't know why it sounds like those books for idiots thing. Ya know what I mean ?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. Finally I ate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carl's Jr &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;agaaaaiinnn !!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;8. Suddenly, I kept thinking about &lt;/span&gt;HER&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; these days. (Is that supposed to be a good thing or the other way around ?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;9. Got myself a new game for my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;10. But I had to borrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Galih&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'s money to get the game. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And 11 ? The eleventh would be those things that I wrote. What else do you want ? Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, enjoy reading my blog and.. Take care, guys. &lt;i&gt;Sayonara.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hardcloud.com/uploads/products/mf20006bkcm_a_300.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Yeap, this is the one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Macbeth Manchester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OOXLzzI6B6I&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/OOXLzzI6B6I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-7057754976544485877?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7057754976544485877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-go-away-cause-im-making-you-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/7057754976544485877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/7057754976544485877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-go-away-cause-im-making-you-all.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t Go Away Cause I&apos;m Making You All Mine.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-3151852539594135582</id><published>2010-02-10T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T07:04:10.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'll Never Talk To You Again."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evening, bloggers. I will write few things that I've been wanted to say these days. So I'll write it in the fastest and simplest way as I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever feel like.. You're disappointed after you did a few things that you would never do to your friends, but you did it to someone.. Well, you like, or maybe you LOVE ? Have you ? Because that's the feeling that I've been having these days. See it like this, okay, you bought a book for someone, because you care, but when you gave it to them, they don't appreciate it. They don't even fu*king say "&lt;b&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/b&gt;", or maybe in the shorter way: "&lt;b&gt;THANKS&lt;/b&gt;". I just hate those kind of people. I mean, why can't you say the word "&lt;b&gt;thank you&lt;/b&gt;" ? Geez, people, go civilized yourself !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, these days, I've been.. Emotionally annoyed because of my class. Especially the boys. I know, they're nice to hang out with, nice to talk about how shit life can be, or maybe nice to talk about some adult videos. But not with works or assignments. They're just can't be bothered to the assignments or even homeworks by themselves. And that really, really makes me annoyed. After that, there is some negative things about the boys in my class. They're like.. They still have the primitive's brains. Like, for example, just because I love to hang out with my old friends, which are separated from my class, it doesn't mean that they have to isolate me or something. They can just talk with me about it. Rather than hide it from me, and show it by their emotions. It's useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, maybe that would be all for today. The things that have been stuck or maybe running around in my mind. Finally I can type it here, rather than say it. Hahaha. Enjoy the blog people, goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-N-BDswO58&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-N-BDswO58&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-3151852539594135582?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3151852539594135582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-never-talk-to-you-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/3151852539594135582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/3151852539594135582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-never-talk-to-you-again.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll Never Talk To You Again.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-3341677572773454964</id><published>2010-02-06T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:35:18.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If I Had A Chance For Another Try, I Wouldn't Change A Thing, It's Made Me All Of Who I Am Inside."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good to be back here again, people. Sorry I haven't updated my blog since the 17th of January which is like.. 3 or 4 weeks ago. So anyway, I'll write things that happened between the 17th of January until today, 7th of February 2010, as short as possible. So I'm going to list them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are the things that happened, as I remembered:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Sunday, 24th January 2010, I got my very first tennis bag, and my third racket ! All for RM 200 only. Thanks to the flea market that was held at my apartment. Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. On 28th January 2010, my beloved uncle (from my mother's side) passed away during a volleyball game. God bless him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. The next day, Friday, 29th January, my family and I straight away went back to Jakarta in the morning, to attend my uncle's funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. My dad and I went back to KL first on 1st February, since in KL, there was a day off because it was the Federation State's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. The next day, from school, I straight away went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sungei Wang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, and got my first pair of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Macbeth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; shoes !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6. On Thursday, because I still had few bucks left, I went back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sungei Wang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; with my friends and bought a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Macbeth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; shirt ! Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/S25qorCLnSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EvF84id2Yl4/s320/MMS10065-BLK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435399047261953314" 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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*The Macbeth T-Shirt that I bought on Thursday*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/S25qhy8AvFI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bFmdNBMSCGw/s320/MMF20004-BRNBK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435398929124473938" 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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*The Macbeth Eliot F.P. Mascho (Seal Brown/Black)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. Friday, 5th February, I played basketball for my class, and we won. And when I was trying to go back home, which was exactly at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Masjid Jamek&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;LRT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; station, I realized that my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Touch N' Go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; was out of credit. That means, I had to walk to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;KLCC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, and call my dad to picked me up. It was quite such a shit day, but at least I got some experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Yesterday, 6th February, I met up with &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Raisa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Izzat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kelly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michelle Teh&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;and her boyfriend, and this girl who is leaving me behind here in KL alone, named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mei Tze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. Or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. Or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michelle Pun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. Or anything else you want to call her. But anyway, thanks for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carl's Jr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; !! Even though I didn't finish it because I ate the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carl's Jr&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; hot dog at the first place. Hehehe. But I still going to (and have to) buy you a lunch when I visit you and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ms. Ernie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; soon in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melbourne&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;So there we are, the things that I remembered happened around me. Enjoy reading it, guys. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoaeKIl1-ZM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoaeKIl1-ZM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-3341677572773454964?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3341677572773454964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-had-chance-for-another-try-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/3341677572773454964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/3341677572773454964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-had-chance-for-another-try-i.html' title='&quot;If I Had A Chance For Another Try, I Wouldn&apos;t Change A Thing, It&apos;s Made Me All Of Who I Am Inside.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/S25qorCLnSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/EvF84id2Yl4/s72-c/MMS10065-BLK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-7587464667452874619</id><published>2010-01-17T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:33:30.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Just Scared Of What You'll Think, You Make Me Nervous Until I Don't Know How To Eat."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hello bloggers. Sorry I haven't write anything on my blog since.. Uhh, Friday ? Or Saturday ? Anywhere in between. Anyway, to the point, I'm gonna write the things happened from last Saturday until today, Friday, 22nd January 2010. Right then, here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On Saturday, as usual, I went to my English tuition from 9 until 11, but on that day, I arrived there around 10 and still finished at 11, since my family and I got to pick up my sister's friend from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. But, sadly, though, from the tuition place, I had to walk to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ampang Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, and get a cab there to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Which was.. A bit fed up. Well, cause I was not in the mood to walk that far, and.. I can't be bothered to. After my family picked me up at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;LCCT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; to pick up my sister's friend, and then went for lunch. At first, we decided to pull over to the food store at the highway, but we ended up at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;of having lunch at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Not bad. And from lunch, my parents and I went back home, while my sister and her friend took a walk around the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;KLCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The next day, we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; to get ourselves the famous and delicious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Swedish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; meatballs. Not to be odd, but on that day, I ordered the 10 meatballs, rather than the 15 meatballs. Anyway, after the lunch, we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;IKANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and ended up waiting for my sister, her friend and my mom from buying stuff from.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vincci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;B.U.M. Equipment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Or something like that. I don't know what the hell is the name of the store. Finally, after 1 hour (Around that long), they finished buying their stuff and we took off from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;IKANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. And from there, my parents dropped us (My sister, her friend and I) off at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pavilion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, because my sister told her friend that there is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cotton On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; shop at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pavilion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. The shops that boys will never go in to. Well, not every boys. So while I was waiting for them, I decided to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;epiCenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, the shop that sells everything from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;iMac, MacBook, iPods, iPhone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; etc), and went to look for some covers for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;iTouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and finally I got it ! Hehehe. It's in white though. And it's a hard case, rather than some silicon thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;From the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;epiCenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, I met up with my sister and her company and we all went to the food court to get something to eat before we continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;the journey. Before we went home, we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sungei Wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; to get something for my sister's friend. As usual, in the end, we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vincci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; again to get the stuff. Damn. In the end of the day, we got back home around 7-ish, and we had dinner and that's what happened on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And.. On Monday.. I don't think if there were anything happened on that day. Uhh, wait, I think that day, I cut my hair. That's all. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday ? Don't think there were anything interesting happened on those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Except on Thursday, where my friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dhini Duta Lestari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, almost went blackout because all of sudden, she got asthma. So I got to carried her to the sick bay, and called her mom. Quite a weird day. Oh, and my pants got a hole because I jumped too high on that day. Cock. But nicely, no one saw it. Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today ? Today.. My sister's friend went back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; this afternoon, and.. I think that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So, goodbye and take care. Enjoy reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vVy9Lgpg1m8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vVy9Lgpg1m8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-7587464667452874619?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7587464667452874619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-just-scared-of-what-youll-think-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/7587464667452874619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/7587464667452874619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-just-scared-of-what-youll-think-you.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Just Scared Of What You&apos;ll Think, You Make Me Nervous Until I Don&apos;t Know How To Eat.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-1587533810594954378</id><published>2010-01-14T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:52:12.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Late Night, Come Home. Work Sucks ? I Know !!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/S08yKH5nYQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/llqK-hOYHlQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Evening, ladies and gentlemen ! It's 14th January 2010, the (as you can see) 14th day of the new year of 2010. Anyway, straight to the point. I'm gonna write things that happened around me since the last time I updated my blog, which was on Friday (I think) till today, which is Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So, first of all, I've been addicted to a rare sport in this tropical country called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ice Hockey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. I absolutely don't know how and don't know why, but it's just addictive ! Maybe because I watched the famous ice hockey movie called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Mighty Ducks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, which right now, in this day, it is a name of a team called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Anaheim Mighty Ducks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, the team that I've been supporting since December. Or so. And, there's another ice hockey team that I support. It's called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Vancouver Canucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mmhmm. As you can see, they're from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vancouver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, a city in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;which two of my friends are living and studying there. Or three of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyway, since I'm addicted to it, I've been following the progress of the teams. And, because I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;TOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; addicted to it, I even almost bought the jersey of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Anaheim Ducks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; that has my last name written on it ! I'll put some of the pics here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/S08xabUnAUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dim4k21YU5s/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426610406085296450" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;*This is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; jersey*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/S08yKH5nYQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/llqK-hOYHlQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/S08yKH5nYQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/llqK-hOYHlQ/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426611225505521922" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;*This is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; jersey*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;See ? How cool is that ? You have the jersey of your favorite team and your name is written at the back ! Damn ! Oh and for your information, the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" letter stands for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alternative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it's for the sub-captain when they change up. You know what I mean, don't you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyway, moving on. You know I felt something.. Umm.. Weird, or.. Good feeling came to my mind these days ? You see, because a few days after my birthday, I read this magazine of my sister, and then I read about the horoscope, and they said that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Capricorn-ers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, have such a creative mind for the beginning of the year. So I was like, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hhmm.. Okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;", and you know what happened after I read that ? I made my very first own lyrics ! Oh yeahh. Since then, I created about.. 5 or 4 lyrics already. Phew. So the horoscope was (kinda) right. And you know what happened to my brother too ? He's getting good in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh, and to be honest with you, I'll tell you about the behind-the-scene of my lyrics. Like for example, the first lyric, which is called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I Miss You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;", was inspired by and created for a friend of mine which just moved to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ms. Ernie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Then, the second lyric,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eleve Elf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;", it was inspired by the life of year 10 in my current high school. Then, a friend of mine from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Melbourne, Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jessica Oakley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; inspired me for the third lyric, titled "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh, no !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;". The fourth lyric, titled "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Moments Of Our Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;", was inspired by and specially created for my high school friends from my old school, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;MIGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. And the last one, which is called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Overloaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;", was inspired by another friend of mine (or still a crush) from my current school named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Annaba Bianda Ghassani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a girl which is umm.. Quite annoying to wait for "something" (I'm being honest right here !).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So there you go, the things that happened to me during these moments in this little cruel world. Anyway, enjoy my blog, take care, and goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ht5RZpzPqw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Ht5RZpzPqw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-1587533810594954378?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1587533810594954378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-night-come-home-work-sucks-i-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1587533810594954378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1587533810594954378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-night-come-home-work-sucks-i-know.html' title='&quot;Late Night, Come Home. Work Sucks ? I Know !!&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/S08xabUnAUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dim4k21YU5s/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-8527939970439315432</id><published>2010-01-08T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:32:50.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do You Ever Feel Like You're Alone ? And Do You Ever Wish You'd Be Unknown ?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evening bloggers ! So in today's blog, I'm gonna continue about what happened during my holidays, when my brother and his veyonce came to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;KL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. So where were we ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right. On the next day after the 3-days-2-nights trip (in the morning, to be exact), my brother and his veyonce went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;KLCC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Park to get some pictures. And sadly, at 9 in the morning, I got a wake up call from my brother told me to go the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;LRT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; station to bring the thingy at the tripod for the camera. Such annoying thing to do. Really. So anyway, I went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;LRT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; station and met them there, and I got myself a delicious chicken sandwich from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;RotiBoy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; that they bought. Oh, and they told me what happened when they were on the trip to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Setiawangsa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before they went back to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Setiawangsa&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;they bought some sandwiches for breakfast. Then, on the train, they ate those sandwiches (since they were hungry), and they were wondering why (almost) everyone was looking at them. Then, my brother realised about the warning sign on the wall, and his veyonce went panic. But my brother was laughing. Weird, I know. Luckily, though, there were no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;KL Rapid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; officers. If there were, they'll get fined for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;RM 500&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. Geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But hey, we went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Genting Highlands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; around 11-ish. Instead of driving till the top, we parked the car at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Genting Skyway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and decided to take the cable car to go to the top. And the skyway station was packed with tons of people who were having vacations too. Finally we got a cable car for ourselves and went there. But on the way to the top, which was exactly in the middle (well, not really in the middle) the cable car stopped. Holy shizznit. I was okay with it, since I've been there for few times already. But, every time I go there, the cable car(s) stopped for only.. Let's say.. 1 or 2 minutes. That time, the cable car(s) stopped for more than 5 minutes ! And you know that it is frightening when you're inside of a cable car that's suddenly stopped (around) in the middle of the trip, and it was hanging about 40 meters from the ground. Or about that height. Or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But phew, thank goodness we finally arrived at &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Genting Highlands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and straight away to get ourselves lunch ! Yummy. Straight away after we had lunch, we went to the famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flying Coaster&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and.. Yeah, luckily, I didn't puke because, first, we just had lunch, second, I ate (a little bit) too much, and third, you know what they do when you're riding a roller coaster, right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to that, I had stomach-ache (only) rather than puke somewhere. Coincidently. Oh well, I'm still alive. Still, could be worse. Anyway, my brother, my sister and my brother's veyonce, went inside to the outdoor theme park. And I couldn't be bothered to do same thing as they did, I went inside to get ourselves some hot coffee (which I ended up buying a milk shake) at &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coffee Bean Shop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. I bought myself a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vanilla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.. Something. I forgot the name of the drink. But still, delicious ! Or 'yummy' for drinks ? Or tasty ? Whatever you wanna call or say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After 3 hours (or 2) of waiting, they were finally finished playing around. Phew. I was bored to hell waiting for them. Then we straight away headed to home, then bed, at 10 pm. Next day, my family and I (excluding my sister and my dad), went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Masjid India&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; area to get souvenirs for everyone in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jakarta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. And I got myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jelly Belly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, delicious and amazing jelly beans from somewhere in this planet Earth. At night, my brother went back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jakarta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; by himself, because he got some work on the next day. Bloody hell. Still, could be worse, I met my friend who was going to move to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bandung&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; for goods. Ah damn. Too many of my friends moved back to&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;motherland already. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, uhh.. Me kinda forgot about what happened on 30th December, so I'm just gonna skip it to 31st December, the day that reminded me what happened 16 years ago. 31st December 1993. The day when I showed up to this small and cruel world that we're living in right now. And I got myself no present from the person that I was hoping to get a birthday present from. Oh well, how hard can it be ? Besides that, I got myself an &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;iTouch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. So yeah. Worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy reading it. Goodnight and goodbye. The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oM3ykGr6Nj4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oM3ykGr6Nj4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-8527939970439315432?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8527939970439315432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-ever-feel-like-youre-alone-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/8527939970439315432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/8527939970439315432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-you-ever-feel-like-youre-alone-and.html' title='&quot;Do You Ever Feel Like You&apos;re Alone ? And Do You Ever Wish You&apos;d Be Unknown ?&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-7680688500104175936</id><published>2010-01-01T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:23:47.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Here I Am, And Here We Go, Life's Waiting To Begin."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Evening, bloggers. Sorry I haven't update my blog for the last.. 9 or 8 days i think. Or maybe more. Cause I've been busy since my brother and his veyonce came here for about 9 days. So yeah, I'm just gonna write the things happened to me in a "simple-and-easy" way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So on last Thursday, after I got my report, I went to the airport at night to pick up my brother and his veyonce. We went&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;straight away to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lotus Restaurant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to get ourselves dinner. Then we went home, got some rest for the next day, because we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Singapore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; on the next day, which is&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Friday, we left home to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Singapore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; around 9 in the morning, and met up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'s family in front of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jelatek&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LRT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Station and went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Singapore&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;together. It was supposed to be a single trip, but it turned out to be a road trip. Then we went to this place to do the Friday Prayers. When we arrived in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Johor Bahru&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, we didn't go to our hotel straight away because we ended up at the immigration place in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malaysia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'s side. Thanks to the bloody &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;GPS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Proton&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; gave us. Geez. So we turned around on the bridge right between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malaysia&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Singapore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, and went to the hotel straight away. But when we arrived there, there was this massive motorcycle convoy, and they were staying at the same place, at the same time. How annoying is that ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next day, Saturday, which was the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;D-Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, we left from the hotel around 9 o'clock to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Singapore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, our destination for this so-called road trip. Before we left off, though, we used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;GPS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (because it was precisely correct) and decided to go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harbour Front&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and go to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentosa Island&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. But when we just left the immigration on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Singapore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'s side, my mom told us that we should go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; then take train to go the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentosa Island&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Oh my. So I gave my best shot trying to find the mall that's located around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. And thanks to my dad's 'easy-to-get-panic' moment, I almost throw the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;GPS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; out of the window. But thankfully, I didn't. Since the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;GPS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Garmin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (one of the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;GPS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; ever) and it wasn't mine. So in the end, we finally arrived at this mall where they have the most expensive parking place ever ! D'you know how much ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;S$ 3.50&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; for the first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;30 minutes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; ! How cool was that ? Bloody hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After we parked the car,  we went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orchard Road &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;took a look around, went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tangs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, because the ladies wanted to go there, then we went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lucky Plaza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to got ourself lunch and around 1 or 2 pm, it was raining, so we decided to go to the mosque, which is located not too far from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. From the mosque we went to this shopping mall (which I can't remember the name) and I saw this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;iStudio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; shop and since I was looking around to buy the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;iPod Nano&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, I went to the shop with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; while the ladies went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tangs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (Again). I found what I was looking for, the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;iPod Nano&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;S$ 288&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, for the 16 GB version. I went to my dad, and told him about it, then he decided to go to the store and ended up not buying an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;iPod Nano&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, but he bought me this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;iPod Touch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;iTouch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, just in short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.apple.com/au/ipodtouch/gallery/images/image4_20090909.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I didn't get the one like in the picture, the 64 GB version, because it was too expensive and it was out of stock, so I got the smallest version, the 8 GB version for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;S$ 308&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Anyway, I'll tell you the conversation that happened between my dad and I when he saw the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;iPod.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me: It's this one, dad, the iPod Nano. *Pointing at and showed him the iPod.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dad: Oh, right. Oh my, why is it so small ? You can't watch movies with that small screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me: Ermm, yeah I know, but I just wanted this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dad: Then, how about this one ? *Pointed at the iTouch.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me: That's the.. Errmm.. iPod Touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dad: See ? It's huge, you can watch movies nicely there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me: And it has wi-fi, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dad: Really ? That's cool. Why don't you just get that one ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me: Errmm.. You sure ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dad: Yeah, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me: Oh, ermm, okay then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Dad: Hey (called the worker), can you get the new one for this ? Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And there you go. It all happened in about 5 or 4 minutes only. Miracle. Thank you God ! From there, we head up to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tangs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and met up with the ladies, and straight away we headed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentosa Island&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, by taking the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;MRT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, or the subway of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Singapore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We arrived at &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harbour Front&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(the monorail and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;MRT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; station to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sentosa Island&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;) and went up to the monorail station and went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sentosa Island&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;When I saw the stations, I saw the first station as "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Under Construction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;" station. But when the train stopped there for a while (but they didn't open the doors), I saw this huge billboard that says, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;HOLLYWOOD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;", so I just remembered that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sentosa Island&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; is building their own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Universal Studios&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; ! God damn, how cool is that ? And I heard it'll be finished around the mid of 2010. Owh, can't wait to go there. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then we finished walking around &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentosa Island&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; at 8 PM, and we went back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;again. But when we were at &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harbour Front&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;MRT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; interchange station), we got something that held us back to go back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, because since the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;MRT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Singapore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; always use the automatic ticket machine thingy, and we can't buy the tickets at the booth, we've gotta wait to get our tickets from the machine. And the reason why we were there for about 30 minutes or so, is because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;4 out of 6&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; machines were out of order. Damn it, how annoying was that ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, we arrived at &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orchard Road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; at around 9.30 PM, where the stores were closing, while the night just begun in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Singapore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. And sadly, though, we were exhausted and starving. So we went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lucky Plaza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, and luckily, we got something to eat there. Hehehe. And arrived at the hotel in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Johor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; around 11 PM-ish. Then I took my shower, prayed, and checked out the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;iTouch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The next day, my family and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'s went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melacca&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;as our last destination for the "road trip". I'm just gonna write it as short as I can, okay. We arrived there around 12 PM, then we went to the boring yet rainy river cruise for only 30 minutes. Or so. From the river cruise, we went to get ourselves lunch, which was not bad, to be honest. Hehehe. So from the lunch place, we went to this park and got ourselves the tricycle ride, and at night, or end of the day, we finally got our tickets to the round-and-up thingy. I'd like to say this, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Melacca&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; is awesome at night. From there, we decided to ciao to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;KL&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(finally). Then we arrived at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;KL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; around 1 AM. Or 2. Somewhere around there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So there you go. The "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;3d2n&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;" trip between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;KL - Singapore - Sentosa - Melacca - KL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Hope you enjoy reading it. Hehehe. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JMl8cQjBfqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JMl8cQjBfqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-7680688500104175936?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7680688500104175936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-i-am-and-here-we-go-lifes-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/7680688500104175936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/7680688500104175936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-i-am-and-here-we-go-lifes-waiting.html' title='&quot;Here I Am, And Here We Go, Life&apos;s Waiting To Begin.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-1972932042708323277</id><published>2009-12-23T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:25:33.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"When All You Got To Keep Is Strong, Move Along, Like I Know You Do."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;keep moving forward, not backward&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. That's what the old people always say. Like the feeling that I've been having these days about that girl. I felt like it's useless just to wait for her. Not to give up easily, I decided to move along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just go with the flow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, they say. I tried to do that, and it works. Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, on Saturday, I had the "another-chance-exams" for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;German&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, which I thought it was the only exam that I had to do that day, but sadly, though, it wasn't. Because right after I finished the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;German&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; exam, I decide to go home straight away. But then, when I just went out from the class, the teacher of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Social Studies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; called (she was shouting my name, actually) my name and asked (or forced) me to go upstairs and do the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Social Studies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; exam, when I (almost) didn't learn or read anything about the subject yet. So I was praying to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to make things easier for me, which thank goodness, it was ! Even though I was cheating for sometimes. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 days after that, which is Monday, I did another "another-chance-exams". And the subjects were &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Business Studies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (I actually didn't have to do it, but I wasn't satisfied with the marks) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Citizenship&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. During the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Citizenship&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;exam, I was answering the questions randomly. For some of them. Since the night before, I was TOTALLY concentrating on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Business Studies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; rather than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Citizenship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. But it was quite fine for me though. I mean like, you know, not that easy, but a little bit hard. Hehehe. Then, after the exams, I should have had some tuitions with my Math teacher, but no, I didn't. Because he was busy with putting the marks of students to their report. So I decided to watch some futsal for a while then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then on Tuesday, the last day of the "another-chance-exams" and the most frustrating day for me. You know why ? Because the subject that I had to do was.. MATH. Yeap, the famous, ridiculous, and annoying subject of all time, Mathematic. But thank goodness, because my sister helped me on revising and doing some questions the night before the exam. So I think, I did quite well on Tuesday. Phew. And I should do &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Geography&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; on that day, too. But sadly, I had to wait for like.. 3 hours, since I finished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Math&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; at.. 10 o'clock, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Geography&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; is at.. 13.30 PM, but in the end, it started at 12.30 PM. Bugger. So after the exams, I didn't go home right after that, because I just can't be bothered to go home early and there was no one at home, so yeah. I decided to watch the ladies at school playing futsal then I went home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Wednesday, I didn't go to school, because (almost) no one did, and I can't go to school yesterday, since my mom asked me to come with her to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;KL Sentral&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to get my brother's ticket in the morning. Right after we came, we had to wait for like.. An hour, maybe ? So we decided to get some breakfast, first. Well, we wanted to eat something nice like.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nasi Lemak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roti Canai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, but in the end, we ended up at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Subway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. First time I had subway for breakfast ! Hahahaha. Then, we went home around 10 or 11 o'clock. We didn't really went home, actually. I did. Just to get my laptop then went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;AEON Jusco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to get my laptop fixed. And they told me it'll be fixed by maximum, (yes, &lt;/span&gt;maximum&lt;/b&gt;) &lt;b&gt;14 DAYS&lt;/b&gt; !! Damn, man. I can't survive my own life without my laptop for 14 days ! Nah, not really, since I got "backup plans", such as, the family computer, or my sister's laptop. Hehehe. How hard can it be ? So after &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jusco&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sg. Wang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to check this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roller Skate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; store (which I've been addicted about it for a few weeks already) and found my "trusted" roller skate, which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;California Pro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; ! I still remember I used that roller skate when I was still in my roller skate's team when I was in Year 4 or 5. Or 6. Somewhere around that. Oh, and it costs around RM 200 ! Oh yes ! I am gonna buy that thing ! Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, which is Thursday, one of the frustrating day ! Why ? Because it was the day when I had to get a book containing the marks from my hard works (Well, not really hard works, some of them are) ! And the result.. I failed for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Math&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, which, I absolutely do not know why, then, I failed &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Art&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, which, I didn't (not really) care about it. And, the last one, I failed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;German&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Bloody hell, I know. Oh well, at least I got 84 for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;English&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, and 70 for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Business Studies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Hehehehe. From school, I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pavilion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to watch one of the best movie for the year, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, and if you read the novels from the famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, who made the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; novels, you can say, that the movie was superb, astonishing, and.. two-thumbs up ! All I can say about the movie is.. The story started when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holmes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; just knew about the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hitler&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;" of the world of criminal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Professor Moriarty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. But still, it's one of the best movie for 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/sherlock%20holmes%202009/caz87/Movie%20Posters/sherlock_holmes_ver5.jpg?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v685/caz87/Movie%20Posters/sherlock_holmes_ver5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"As you can see, the left one is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dr. John H. Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a very close friend of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;, which he was the one who "wrote" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Holmes' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;cases."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right after I watched the movie, I met up with my parents at KLCC to get ourselves lunch. After we had lunch, we went straight home to get some rest because at night, my brother and his veyonce came here to KL for a visit to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Singapore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;KL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there we are, the blog just finished and I gotta write some more. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XleOkGsYgO8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XleOkGsYgO8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-1972932042708323277?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1972932042708323277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-all-you-got-to-keep-is-strong-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1972932042708323277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1972932042708323277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-all-you-got-to-keep-is-strong-move.html' title='&quot;When All You Got To Keep Is Strong, Move Along, Like I Know You Do.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-5188924175147641360</id><published>2009-12-18T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T07:40:59.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Whatever Tomorrow Brings, I'll Be There, With Open Arms and Open Eyes."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good evening, bloggers. It's erm.. 23.04 PM, and I just finished doing some &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indonesian&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; assignments, and now I'm gonna update my blog about what happened from last Saturday until tonight, Friday, while listening to great songs from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Owl City&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (since it's booming right here, right now).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, last Saturday, I went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ms. Ernie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'s 17th Birthday and Farewell party, which was superb, and the food was extraordinarily great ! I enjoyed it, even though I only for 2 rounds, when I wanted to get more, but I had to control my emotional for eating too much foods. Hehehe. Then, I met &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ms. Ernie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, and she looked fabulous, then met her sister (which she looked astonishingly beautiful), and her brothers. And her parents. Oh yeah, and for your information, I went there with my brother from another mother, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;David&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, by taking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;LRT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Anyway, during the party, she was surprised by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elmo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; cake that her mom bought for her, since she wasn't allowed to order that cake by her mom, but, surprise ! It was there ! Besides the cake, she got this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bling Bling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; from her parents, which was a bracelet with "diamonds" on it. After those surprises, we got ourselves weird games, yet confusing, yet were fun. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Izzat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; got this awesome tie from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Giorgio Armani&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and good God, I fell in love with the tie ! Hahahaha. Anyway, the party was officially over around.. 11 PM-ish. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;David&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sern&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Izzat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and I head back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;KLCC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to catch the last train for the night, which it came around 11.50-ish. So after all, the party was astonishing, and there were some cute girls there. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;On Monday, I did two exams, and my God, it was such a breathtaking exams ! Then on Tuesday, I did another two exams, and there were nothing interesting happened that day. But, on Wednesday, bad news. I got the result for my Math, and.. I failed. Sadly. And I got the result for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Business Studies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, too. It was alright, just a few marks above the requirement. But I, honestly, was not pleased with the marks. And I decided not to give up easily. That's why, and thankfully, the school gave me another chance to do the exams again on Monday and Tuesday. Wish me luck, guys. Because I need at least &lt;/span&gt;7&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt; to get new guitar for myself ! Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next day, which was yesterday, Thursday, I went to school, did nothing, and found out that my friends weren't there. You know why ? Because they all went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Genting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to get their brains chilled. But it was okay for me, since our class is different now, so we have our own plans. So in the end, I went out from school at 11.30 PM with my seniors and headed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bestari Condominium&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to get ourselves lunch. From there, I ended up at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pavilion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; with my mom. Cause she really, really wanted to eat the porridge at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pavilion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. She told me it was delicious, but I didn't give a try, since I was full, that time. Then, at night, while I was chatting with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ms. Ernie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, we had a little bit of fight because I was &lt;/span&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/b&gt; forgot that she had conference that day. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gomenasai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, on next day after yesterday, which is today, Friday, I went out with my "sister", &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nur Amalina "Shawty" Anuar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to watch the new movie in the cinema, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Avatar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, but we decided not to watch it, since the cinemas were so full ! And the tickets went out too quickly ! Decided to gave up by not watching the movie, we met up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qhalis "Qal" Najmi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and straight away went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pavilion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to get ourselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Starbucks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, then went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;KLCC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, and ended up sitting and talking about our good, yet idiotically idiot times during high school at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Starbucks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Again. In the end, we went home around 7.10 PM and I, happily and weirdly, didn't get blamed on. Since I actually have to get home like 5 or 6 PM, not 7 PM. Hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Syuia4ss2SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TESscApuzPU/s320/ega.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416601559623325986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and at about 10 PM tonight, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ms. Ernie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; just left to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; "The House Of The Greatest Super Cars In The World"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Italy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, for christmas vacation with her family. I wish you a great, yet astonishing trip, a safe journey, and come back here in one piece with some gifts for me ! Hehehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, there we are. The (not really) great things that happened around me this week. Enjoy reading it, goodnight and goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RpwsuhOUAkk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RpwsuhOUAkk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-5188924175147641360?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5188924175147641360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/whatever-tomorrow-brings-ill-be-there_18.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/5188924175147641360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/5188924175147641360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/whatever-tomorrow-brings-ill-be-there_18.html' title='&quot;Whatever Tomorrow Brings, I&apos;ll Be There, With Open Arms and Open Eyes.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Syuia4ss2SI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TESscApuzPU/s72-c/ega.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-9204498380483675798</id><published>2009-12-11T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:15:02.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Someone Like You, And All You Know, And How You Speak."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good morning, bloggers ! Such an astonishing morning today. Woke up and saw such a wonderful sight from the window in my room. A green hill with houses on it, with a blue plus yellow-orange sky as the background. What a great sight to make my mood really good for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I've been having exams for two days, from Thursday and Friday, and I'm gonna have another 3 days of exams from Monday until Wednesday. And, since my school have this "&lt;i&gt;another chance&lt;/i&gt;" exams, and I'm gonna have it on (next) Saturday, Monday and Tuesday. How nice is that ? Hehehe. The last exams that I just did from two days ago were: &lt;b&gt;Islamiyat&lt;/b&gt; (Which was not bad), &lt;b&gt;Indonesian&lt;/b&gt; (Which was superb, because I wrote like two pages of drama) and &lt;b&gt;German&lt;/b&gt; (It was.. Quite okay for me). On Friday, I had: &lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt; (Not that hard, not that easy either) and &lt;b&gt;Social Studies&lt;/b&gt; (It gave me a head-ache). Well, I hope I'll get good marks for those subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And today, there's something happening today. Well, not today, actually, it's tonight, to be exact. You know what it is ? It's the 17th Birthday and Farewell Party of&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Ms. Ernie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, who will leave to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Australia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; by 30th December (which is &lt;/span&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/b&gt; a day before my birthday) for goods. She'll go to college and university there for about 4 or 5 years. Maybe I'll go to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Australia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; too for university. Hehehehe. Wish you all the best in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aussie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, ern !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, here we are. In the end of today's blog. And I gotta go study for the last 3 days exams, and prepared for the party tonight. Hehehe. Goodbye ! Wish me luck for exams !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXk_KVNfInU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXk_KVNfInU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-9204498380483675798?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/9204498380483675798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-like-you-and-all-you-know-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/9204498380483675798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/9204498380483675798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/someone-like-you-and-all-you-know-and.html' title='&quot;Someone Like You, And All You Know, And How You Speak.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-6483930258277381639</id><published>2009-12-08T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:15:50.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"These Streets Will Make You Feel Brand New."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afternoon, bloggers. How y'all doing ? Good, yeah ? Well not me. Cause I've been having this lonely-kind of feeling these days. I don't know why, but yeah. Oh yeah, I wanted to wish happy birthday to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maya Pramudita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, cause today is her 20th birthday. Wish you a great life ! Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So today, quite a lot of things happened. There's nothing happened in the morning, until during break, I went to the library to have this meeting between the 'president(s)' of every class in the school, from year 7 until year 12.  So that means, right after break, I didn't go to any class. Well, not every class, because when I wanted to take my friend's laptop, suddenly this &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;German&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'s teacher came up and called me to go to the class and do some tests. Arse. Then I decided to 'steal' (or maybe 'copy and paste') some answers from my chair-mate, and I also answered some of the questions in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;English&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, rather than in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;German&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Aha, how great is that ? Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finished that test in about.. 30 minutes, and straight away went to the library to do this name tag for the people who'll do something tomorrow. I forgot what was it. At 2.30-ish, we went downstairs to get ourself lunch. And we went home at 3.10. Well, not me, since I gotta wait for my mom to arrive at school. Oh, and finally I got the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;GPS &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Global Positioning System&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, if you don't know what does it mean) for my parent's new car, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Proton Exora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. It was.. Hmm, quite cool, a little bit annoying, and a little bit more confusing than the normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;GPS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; from supercars, like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mercedes-Benz CLS 55&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. But still, it's better than the normal map (I think), and that thing could save my life if we're lost somewhere during a trip because of me. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, it has come to the end. Gotta sleep now, because I gotta go to school a little bit early tomorrow. Aiyayay. Right then, enjoy my blog, enjoy the video and goodbye !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Nur Amalina Anuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;: Don't forget about the shirt ! Hahahaha and have a safe journey in L.A. !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UjsXo9l6I8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UjsXo9l6I8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-6483930258277381639?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6483930258277381639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/these-streets-will-make-you-feel-brand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/6483930258277381639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/6483930258277381639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/these-streets-will-make-you-feel-brand.html' title='&quot;These Streets Will Make You Feel Brand New.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-327794011040202468</id><published>2009-12-06T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:54:18.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can You Tell Me Exactly How I Should Have Done ?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Morning bloggers. Just updated my blog this morning. And for your information, I'm not updating my blog at home right now, because I'm at school, using my chairmate's notebook. And using the school's wi-fi. Right now, I'm having Indonesian Language class. Since we're not doing anything, I decided to update my blog right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have been annoyed since last night because somethings, such as, my laptop doesn't work, then my phone went berserk, then I can't reload my credit last night, ended up by getting about RM 11 from Celcom. Right before I go to sleep last night, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pei Ern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; and I were fighting for a little bit. Well, it was because of me, actually, cause of those things happened to me, especially because that girl that.. Errmm, I've been falling in love with, didn't reply my message. I mean, why ? I just wanna know if you got the laptop or not. That's all. So my point is, I want to apologize to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pei Ern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if the way I talked last night was a bit weird. Gomenasai !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Then, this morning, I was in a bad mood, too. Thanks to that girl who looked at me like some evil witch. My God ! Did I do something wrong to you ? Thanks to you, I was in the bad mood during the flag ceremony this morning, until the teacher didn't realize that I didn't wear my hat. And they didn't care about it. Geez. I don't know what am I gonna do today, since all of us have to concentrate to study for the upcoming exams this thursday. Aiyayay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Right then, I gotta go off now, and the lesson is coming to the end. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-S0qJS9mG4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L-S0qJS9mG4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-327794011040202468?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/327794011040202468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-tell-me-exactly-how-i-should.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/327794011040202468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/327794011040202468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-tell-me-exactly-how-i-should.html' title='&quot;Can You Tell Me Exactly How I Should Have Done ?&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-2072276148132960163</id><published>2009-12-05T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:29:36.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fireflies."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good morning, bloggers. It has been about.. 2 days (or 3) since the last time I updated my blog. So, I actually don't know what to write, because I've been trying to study for the upcoming exams next week. Oh yeah, and my dad left to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Africa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; last night. For some business thing. Geez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And yesterday, I met my long-time-no-see friend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carissa Lydia Watt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; !! It's been such a long time since I met her at prom, which was like.. June ? July ? Around there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;And another thing happened yesterday, which, I believe is quite a disappointing news for me, but I don't know if it's a good news for my readers. Hahahaha. And the thing was: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My parents got their new car, which is, a.. PROTON EXORA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. And my dad was proud that my family have been using and buying proton since the first time we came here. I was hoping a different thing. Since we have been living in such a (quite) peaceful country for cars, I was expecting that my family could buy some European cars, like, BMW or maybe Mercedes-Benz, rather than those useless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;PROTON. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Gaahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So today, I woke up around 8, thanks to my annoying alarm clock from my phone, and I've been planning to go to the &lt;/span&gt;gym&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to do.. Hmmm, something. Hehehe. Cause you know, last night, I watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;High School Musical 3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; with my sister on tv (since I got nothing to do last night), and you know that guy who always wear hats and the cardigans ? Yeah, I like his style. It's not like, he's gay or too metro-sexual, but for me, that's like, the gentlemen style. I want to do his kind of style, but there's a problem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;My body&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. I'm not shy to write that I'm fat, cause I am. And I want those flat tummy. I don't want those six-pack, cause it's okay. I just want the flat tummy ! Damn it. Wish me luck to get that huge tummy flat, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Wait, there's another annoying thing around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;MY LAPTOP IS FROZEN AND I CAN'T REBOOT IT !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Cock ! And I couldn't find the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Recovery Disk"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, which it will make my laptop go back to the normal setting. Then I went to the website to check if I can order the disk or not, and sadly, I couldn't. They told me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;MAKE MY OWN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. And the things I need is just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 DVD-R&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. And I don't have it, which means, I &lt;/span&gt;HAVE TO&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; buy it tomorrow, and spend a little bit of my money. Aiyayay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Right then, I'm gonna go to the gym now, and I might update my blog sooner or later. Bye guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMr52bCXNdU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CMr52bCXNdU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-2072276148132960163?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2072276148132960163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/fireflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/2072276148132960163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/2072276148132960163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/fireflies.html' title='&quot;Fireflies.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-1560270630080172429</id><published>2009-12-02T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T06:59:20.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'll Never Let You Go, If You Promise Not To Fade Away, Never Fade Away."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good Evening, bloggers. Sorry I just updated my blog since.. I was sick yesterday, then I can't be bothered to update it on Monday, because I had to packed my things up for KL. And, during the short trip to the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;J-Town&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, there was a bad news. Or there were, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Firstly, my left ear can't hear anything until now. So I'm like half deaf now. And it's a bit annoying. But it has a upside, too. It gives me.. Peace, because I couldn't really hear stupid noises of people who talks too much or too loud around me. And the downside, I can't hear someone's voices from, lets say, 3 meters ? And I can't control the volume of my voice, so I'll never know if I'm talking with a loud voice or small voice. But thank God, I went to the doctor last night, and the doctor gave me antibiotics and this pain-killer (which it doesn't really work on me) and this liquid kind-of-thing for my ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Secondly, during the night flight back to KL, my mom, just went blackout all of sudden. She was sitting in the middle, between me and my sister. And I was watching &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;24 Hours Le Mans&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; race from the on-board tv, till I realized that my mom wanted to puke, but she couldn't. So I checked her forehead and it was really, really cold. Then the stewardess came to my mom and gave her a hot tea. When things got worse, the stewardess asked me to move back, so that my mom can sleep. So I went back, brought the foods that the stewardess gave us, and I didn't eat anything. Well, almost, actually. Since I was a bit hungry and the food was actually pretty nice. Not too spicy, not too sweet. Just nice. So yeah, after I ate, I went to sleep. Because I need some peace in my mind. And about 30 minutes after I slept, we landed in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;KLIA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. We're back ! And we went to the parking slot straight away to get our car and we arrived at home around.. 1 in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Thanks to that, I didn't go to school yesterday. And my dad didn't go to work too. But around 3 in the afternoon, the pain from my left ear went painfully painful. Until I got a massive headache because of that. So around 8 at night, my dad and I went to the doctor and got the medicines. Next day, which is today, was my dad's turn. He went ill, so he didn't go to work today. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh at school, I did this drama with my classmates and it was fun. Because the audiences were students from year 1-6. Hehehe. And after we finished the drama, I straight away went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;KLCC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to buy a present for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ms. Ernie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, since the seller of the present that I wanted to buy in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;J-Town&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; told me that the thing that I wanted to buy, is out of stock. Cock. That's why I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;KLCC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and got the present in just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;8 MINUTES !!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(I actually switched on my stopwatch, cause I was bored). So I went home right after that, because I gotta take care my mom who has been sick since the night flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there you are. Finally I updated my blog. Oh, and I wanna put my own 'quote' for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (if you know who you are, good then):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Leaving you it's a mistake that I have to live with."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qwkbxh-0k0w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qwkbxh-0k0w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Starlight - MUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-1560270630080172429?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1560270630080172429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-never-let-you-go-if-you-promise-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1560270630080172429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1560270630080172429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-never-let-you-go-if-you-promise-not.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll Never Let You Go, If You Promise Not To Fade Away, Never Fade Away.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-786342143745929581</id><published>2009-11-28T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T06:34:37.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cause I Got All The Answers, Right Here, In My Hand."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afternoon people. Sorry I just updated the blog today, since I cant be bothered to update last night, and I went to Jakarta on Thursday, and I'm still here. Oh, btw, I'm coming back to KL on monday, 30th November, which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ms. Ernie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday ! And I gotta get something for her, since she's leaving us for Aussie by the end of December, which, she'll go there by 30th December, right &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A DAY BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;. How cool is that ? Gaaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo annyywwaayy, before I left for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J-Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at night on thursday, I went to school till 2 pm. And that day, was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annaba Ghassani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday. And I was fasting on that day, so right after I woke up around 5 in the morning, I sent her a text and wished her a blessed&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sweet 17. So yeah, at school, I met her, talked talked talked. And I was acting like I didn't bring anything for her birthday present until then, right after the second break just started, they (my friends, including her) went down for lunch.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So I went to her class, and put the present inside her bag with a note saying: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Happy Sweet 17 !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, as a surprise present, including a small note which I wrote something, and I can't be bothered (and don't want to) write it here. So after I put the present, I went to the surau to do prayer with my friends. And right after I finished praying, my dad picked me up at school and went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;i was hoping that she'll send me a message, which she didn't, and I was asleep cause I was too tired. And when we arrived at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KLIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Block A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the car-park for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long-Term Parking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and sadly, though, there was something wrong with the gate, so we went to the normal car-park, and I asked this security guy about where can I go to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long-Term Parking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; area, and he answered me like some bugger who just got punched by someone, then he got drunk. So my point is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you're going to ask a (I'm not being racist here, cause it's based on fact) security guard who is Malay and he looks like he's drunk for a direction, don't ask. Cause he'll get you somewhere you don't know&lt;/span&gt;. And in the end, we ended up nowhere but in the normal car-park, and we parked our car there for 4 days. So from the car-park, we went to the check-in counter, and straight away went inside, waiting for the plane. We went in at around.. 17.10 PM, I guess. Oh yeah, while I was waiting to go in, I just realized that I had to be the first one who sent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a text. But sadly, I went in, which means that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE TO&lt;/span&gt; turn off my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, I forgot to tell you what happened during the flight. Since I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J-Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KLM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a Dutch airline, that means I'll see Dutch pilots, Dutch stewardess (and they look old, even though there is one which isn't) and spicy foods (like really spicy). But there's a good thing too, cause finally they have TV on board ! Even for the economy class ! Yay ! They even have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24 Hours Le Mans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! Which means, I won't get bored easily, since I was fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3337/3410094104_cdd2c1d9fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3337/3410094104_cdd2c1d9fc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeap, that's the plane. KLM, Boeing 777-300.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 1 and a half hours of flight, I finally met my brother, which still looks the same (except his new hair), and we went to this cafe in the car park to meet my mom and my sister. Ah, it felt good to be back. Even though just for about 4 days. So after we had dinner, we left the airport and straight away went back to home. On the way back, we met something that is.. Usual and iconic to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J-Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRAFFIC JAM&lt;/span&gt;. There was a super massive jam ! And thanks to that, I got home at 10PM, and if you calculate it, I just spent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 HOURS&lt;/span&gt; stuck in the middle of the town with tons of trucks and useless cars around me. Finally got home, and I went straight to the comfy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, 27th November, was one of the most holy day for the moslems. It's called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idul Adha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So in the morning, we prayed and then cut some goats or cows, then we give the meats for the poor people. As usual, us, Indonesian, always have some gathering after this kind of event every year, and we also do a thing that, i believe, every person in the world loves to do: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mmhmm. Who doesn't love to eat ? Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next day, again, which is today, 28th November, is such a historical day for my family. And my brother. Why ? Because he just engaged a girl that he has been falling in love with since both of them were still in high school. So you know how he feels like. He'll be the happiest man in the world today. Just imagine, when you're still young and dumb (that's what people always say) in high school, you fell in love with someone. Someone that you think they're the one for you, even though they might not be the hottest girl in the school, or maybe the most gorgeous. Then, there's a time when both of you realized that you think it is the time to "move on". Oh and I almost forgot to write this quote from someone I forgot their name is, and they said this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you like someone, it is easy to get over them. But when you are in LOVE with someone, it is so hard to get over them until sometimes it makes you want to go suicide."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2gNuQ8RGEU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2gNuQ8RGEU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-786342143745929581?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/786342143745929581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/cause-i-got-all-answers-right-here-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/786342143745929581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/786342143745929581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/cause-i-got-all-answers-right-here-in.html' title='&quot;Cause I Got All The Answers, Right Here, In My Hand.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3337/3410094104_cdd2c1d9fc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-5010623574169466840</id><published>2009-11-16T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:53:03.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stockholm Syndrome."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afternoon, bloggers. While I'm waiting for the dinner to be ready, I'm just gonna write something on my blog. Since I can't study cause the table is being used. So anyway, here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, yesterday or maybe last night, there were about 2 things happened around me. First thing, I bought the new &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Star Trek&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;DVD (Well, I wasn't the one who bought it, my sis bought it) and as usual, i only have a word for this new DVD: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Astonishing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. But sorry, bloggers, I just can't be bothered to tell you guys about the movie. Hehehe. Oh, and then, the second thing was, a new series of the most flamboyant tv show of all time, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Top Gear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, just started last night. Around 9 PM in &lt;i&gt;United Kingdom&lt;/i&gt; time. So that means, I have to wait until the end or middle of December to get the whole season downloaded by my sister in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;HD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; format. Which it will be such a cool thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3608/3531487174_7efcf29ef1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;And, oh my God, I wish I can build a time machine and I will not trying to forget her. Yes, &lt;b&gt;HER&lt;/b&gt;. That girl that I've been falling in love with for almost &lt;b&gt;A YEAR&lt;/b&gt; !! And yeah, do you remember about what happened in the same month, last year, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;G &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;? Yeah, I was really trying hard to get you, even though I can't. Oh God, but I just can't forget her just like that. That's why some people always say, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I wish the 'Backspace' button is such a real thing in life."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. Yes, I was hoping the same thing. But oh well, I won't say anything about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;destiny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, but it's because of time. We can't stop the time. If we can't stop the time, how the hell are we gonna rewind it, even though you wanted to ? Sigh, I just hate this kind of thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKMeDpVdGko&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKMeDpVdGko&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;PS: あなたがいなくて寂しいです。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-5010623574169466840?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5010623574169466840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/stockholm-syndrome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/5010623574169466840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/5010623574169466840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/stockholm-syndrome.html' title='&quot;Stockholm Syndrome.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3608/3531487174_7efcf29ef1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-8723720672392202796</id><published>2009-11-14T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T05:51:57.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Want To Satisfy The Undisclosed Desires In Your Heart."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Morning, bloggers. Sorry I didn't update my blog last night. Well, I wanted to, though. But I was too tired to update it. So yeah. I'm gonna update it now. Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, lots of things happened yesterday. Like, firstly, after I finished my English tuition, I was planning to go to Times Square to watch the new movie about "Apocalypse" which is called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2012&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. It was such an astonishing movie. The team did well for the graphics or the CGI and the animations and all. But for the storyline, though, my God, it was so weird. It's like, just think of it like this, okay, you drive, lets say, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gallardo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; from KL to Singapore, and it should take around, 3 or 4 hours in normal speed. But all of sudden, you arrived there in just 2 hours. And it's weird. But yeah, I just love the animation. Cause they have this kind of simulator-look-alike scene, and massive blowing things, like this super volcano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yellowstone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, which is located in the middle of the US of A, blew up in all of sudden. Wow. Epic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3749997268_d437ec3609.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And, of course, I hate some parts of the movie. The first one, during the beginning of the movie, when those guys are still in LA, there was a massive earthquake hitting LA, and all of them were trying to go to the airport from the city by using, not a normal car, but a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LIMOUSINE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. What the heck, I know. Just imagine, you drive a long, slow, quite expensive limousine as fast as you can (even though you can't), and all of sudden, when you see at the side-mirror or the rear-view mirror, the buildings and the houses behind you are being 'eaten' by the earth, and you're trying to go as fast as you can, but you're being distracted cause you're looking at the mirrors while saying, "Oh my God, we're going to die ! We're going to die !". Then, cause you REALLY were concentrating at the mirror, and you didn't see what's coming in front of you, you'll hit a tree, and you'll die. It's just the same thing. Either you keep driving, but the earthquake is faster than you, and you know you will die, OR, you keep driving, but while you're driving, you keep looking at the rear-view mirror while shouting that you're gonna die, and you'll hit something and you'll die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there was this part of the movie when the main actors were inside of a huge, and Russian plane, called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Antonov 500&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, and the inside of the plane, there were some of the best machines in the world, such as, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ferrari F430&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lamborghini Gallardo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bentley Continental GT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, (a useless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; Lotus something-something&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, and.. I forgot about the others. And the bloody, stupefied thing was that, that they HAVE TO get out from the plane by using one of the car, which was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bentley Continental GT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, and the rest of the cars were broken into pieces ! Oh my God. I hate the producer, the maker and the animator. They don't have love about cars ! Bloody Americans. Geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, right after we watched the movie, we went straight to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pavilion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bukit Bintang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, which was full of: Gays, gay-asses, idiots who thinks they're cool, and useless people. Right before we came inside of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pavilion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, we met some people from our school, like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dinda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Siti&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;and I forgot the others. So right after we came in, we straight away went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Surau&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; to pray, of course. After we prayed, I went downstairs first, cause I wanna meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ms. Ernie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; to take my invitation card. And, my God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; ! Who cut the cards ? I won't say it looks weird, but it's just.. Not that neat. But still, it looks astonishing. Oh yeah, I also met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kelly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. And err, I forgot the other two. Hehehehe. After I got the invitation card, both of us went to the &lt;/span&gt;Food Court&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. But I was using the escalator while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; used the elevator. Then, when I just arrived at the &lt;/span&gt;Food Court&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, I saw &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Annaba Ghassani&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and the others are leaving for home. I wonder why they wanted to go home so early. Everyone is different. Yeah. So after they left, we were looking for some seats for us to sit and eat. Yeah, we got some seats. And, still, I met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ernie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and her friends at the &lt;i&gt;Food Court&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the &lt;i&gt;Food Court&lt;/i&gt;, we went to &lt;i&gt;Forever 21&lt;/i&gt; to get this present for the future-girlfriend of my friend, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Galih Satria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. He told me he was looking for a necklace, but he ended up by not buying anything, while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dhini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; bought this weird thing for her hair. My God. Girls are weird sometimes. No wait, all the time. So we met up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bintang &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;and others. And.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dhini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and I went to &lt;i&gt;Old Town Cafe&lt;/i&gt; to get us some toasts, since we were still a little bit hungry. Right from &lt;i&gt;Old Town.. &lt;/i&gt;We went to.. Erm well, actually they went home, except me. Cause I wanna go to &lt;i&gt;KLCC&lt;/i&gt; right away, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; called me and he's gonna pick me up, so I went somewhere with him and got home around 8, then got scolded by my mom. Right. Tiring day, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there you go, I finally finished writing something. Hahaha. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Undisclosed Desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;MUSE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vhHhKIa8jbo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vhHhKIa8jbo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-8723720672392202796?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8723720672392202796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-to-satisfy-undisclosed-desires.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/8723720672392202796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/8723720672392202796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-to-satisfy-undisclosed-desires.html' title='&quot;I Want To Satisfy The Undisclosed Desires In Your Heart.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3457/3749997268_d437ec3609_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-2201080845872445342</id><published>2009-11-13T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:25:40.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Give Me The Bliss."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ohaio Gonzaimasu. So today, well, there was nothing happened, actually. Cause most of the teachers at school went back to &lt;i&gt;The Motherland&lt;/i&gt; for something. I forgot what was it. Anyway, at school, during the &lt;i&gt;Citizenship&lt;/i&gt; subject, we were told about the '&lt;b&gt;prototype&lt;/b&gt;' of the new school rules. It was quite good. Except for a few things, like: &lt;b&gt;We can't bring any mobile phones with camera or memory card&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;we have to &lt;/b&gt;(Yeah, we&lt;b&gt; HAVE TO&lt;/b&gt;) &lt;b&gt;wear shoes that has PLAIN BLACK color&lt;/b&gt;. I'm quite okay with the mobile phone rule, but I &lt;b&gt;SERIOUSLY DO NOT AGREE&lt;/b&gt; with the bloody, stupid and useless rule about the shoes ! I mean, why ? I can't wear those converse-type of shoes, since I got some stupid things on my feet because of that shoes. That's why I bought &lt;b&gt;Nike&lt;/b&gt; shoes. And it's comfy. And I cannot wear them again by January ! For God's sake ! It's just stupid like a clown ! Oh, maybe I know who made these rules. A stupid, useless wanker that has code as &lt;b&gt;ONE DAY&lt;/b&gt;. Aha. Cool name, huh ? Yeah, I know. An &lt;b&gt;idiotic&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;useless&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;bald&lt;/b&gt; guy who thinks he can rule the school just because of his.. status now. God, I hope he can die by the end of the year. Please, God ! Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, right after school, my friends and I went to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Mall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to get something for lunch. And we decided to get the delicious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roti Canai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, which I ended up ordering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maggie Goreng&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kampung Fried Rice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teh Tarik&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; for the drink. Yummy. But sadly, though, during the Friday's Prayers, I got a stupefied stomach-ache, and it feels like there was a plane crash inside my stomach. Hahahaha. So I gotta held it till I get home. Which, I didn't go home straight away cause my sister and my mom was really hungry, we went to the famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Padang Restaurant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chow Kit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Still, I was trying to lose my stomach-ache. By drinking an Ice Tea (Of course not by eating, cause it's just gonna make my stomach-ache worse.). Right after that, where do you think did I go ? Home ? Nah, you got it wrong. We went to a pointless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;PROTON&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; showroom near my house (Not really that near, by the way.) to order a new irrelevant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Proton Exora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. My God. But I don't really care, though, since the stomach-ache was still inside my stomach ! And, thank God, finally I went home, while my mom sent my sister to her Piano lesson at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yamaha &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ampang Point&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Right after I came out from the car, I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tim Sim&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nadin Norzuhdy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. Oh my, I haven't seen them for long time ! Then I gave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; a brother-hug, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nadin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; gave me a hug. So we talked how was school today, and yada-yada-yada for about 3 minutes until we split up cause they went to other side of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seri Maya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, while I went straight. I was running to the lift till I finally arrived at home and straight away went to the most suitable place whenever you have a problem with your stomach ! Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And.. The last thing before I go: &lt;i&gt;Song for The Day&lt;/i&gt;, which is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bliss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;MUSE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. So there we are. 3 minutes, bish-bash-bosh, big smile on my or your face, the end. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmIxk-5KdjM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmIxk-5KdjM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Oh yeah, since (I think) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; deleted the original video, I put the live version instead.*&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/4782788882760274218-2201080845872445342?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2201080845872445342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-me-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/2201080845872445342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/2201080845872445342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-me-bliss.html' title='&quot;Give Me The Bliss.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-1247951362697015926</id><published>2009-11-11T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:48:59.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"New Born."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afternoon, people. How are you today ? Good, yeah ? Well, I'm not. Not really. Since there was something bothering me today. Like for example, (not as example, actually, but it's a fact.) there's this guy at school who keeps bothering me when I wanted to get closer to her. And that was annoying. And I hate it. So it's like, just think of it like this, okay, between me and.. Her, there's a door, and it's locked. The only thing I need to do is just to find the key and unlock it. Sounds easy, eh ? Even though it isn't. Then, while I'm trying to find the key to unlock the door, there's a stupid, useless, idiotic, imbecile, pillock "&lt;b&gt;DOG&lt;/b&gt;" who's trying to 'take care' of the door from me. It's bloody annoying ! And that means, that useless "&lt;b&gt;DOG&lt;/b&gt;" is asking me to 'kill' him by: 1&lt;b&gt;. Break his neck&lt;/b&gt;, or 2&lt;b&gt;. By break his legs one by one&lt;/b&gt;, or 3&lt;b&gt;. Throw him from 32nd floor&lt;/b&gt;. Or maybe I'll do those thing one by one. Simple and easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the point is, &lt;b&gt;WHY DON'T YOU JUST BLOODY PISS OFF &lt;/b&gt;?? Go get someone for your own, man. For God's sake. Annyyywwaayyy, the last thing before I get off from the laptop: &lt;i&gt;Song of The Day&lt;/i&gt;. Right. It's called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Born&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;MUSE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; (The greatest British band I've ever known).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, there you go, you got the video. And I got nothing more to write. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1BBiWfmql0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1BBiWfmql0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*Since there isn't an official video of the song, I'm just gonna put the Live version.*&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/4782788882760274218-1247951362697015926?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1247951362697015926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-born.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1247951362697015926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1247951362697015926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-born.html' title='&quot;New Born.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-7326039602065265639</id><published>2009-11-10T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T06:48:26.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Here We Go Again."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guten Nacht, everyone. As you can see, now I am writing my blog at 22.25 PM at night. Since I just finished doing some report and playing guitar. And now my fingers feel weird. Anyway, gotta tell you some story (or stories) in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, I've been thinking about someone today. Like the whole day. And all of sudden, I remembered about what happened in the same month, a year ago. Well, it's a long story though. A month that.. I won't forget. A month of hard works, saving money, and bla bla bla. Oh yeah, in about.. 16 days time, I will go back to the J-Town to attend my.. Brother's engagement around 26th of November. Or 27th. I kinda forgot. And.. So that means.. I will not be in KL town for.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Annaba Ghassani&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'s birthday, and.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ms. Ernie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'s birthday. Hmm.. But of course I'll get them a present. Since I won't be in KL. For their birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And.. &lt;i&gt;The Song of The Day&lt;/i&gt;. Right. I got one. Of course. And the song is called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here We Go Again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paramore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Well then, here's the video, and I just finished writing what I wanted to write. Goodbye and goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pGF1s_7J33o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pGF1s_7J33o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I'll write you just to let you know, that I'm alright. I can't say I'm sad to see you go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-7326039602065265639?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7326039602065265639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/7326039602065265639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/7326039602065265639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-we-go-again.html' title='&quot;Here We Go Again.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-8132342027006916822</id><published>2009-11-08T01:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T03:32:09.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Only Exception."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good afternoon, people. Such a (not really) good day. Anyway, I got a few things to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First, on Friday, I got this &lt;i&gt;Leadership Camp&lt;/i&gt; at school and I stayed for a night. Thank God I didn't see any ghosts, since my school is really scary at night. Especially at library. Or the Computer Lab. Then, on the next day, after the camp, I went home. And then, me and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nur Amalina Anuar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; went to &lt;i&gt;Bentley Music Shop&lt;/i&gt; at &lt;i&gt;Bukit Bintang&lt;/i&gt; to buy a capo. Which she didn't. Cause it was too expensive. 60 bucks. FOR GOD'S SAKE ! Theennnn, we went to Pavilion, right after we came in, it was raining. So my point was, we came inside just right in time. When we were at Pavilion, we went to Old Town Cafe to get something to eat. Or get some snack. So I ordered &lt;i&gt;Kaya &amp;amp; Butter Toast&lt;/i&gt; (Double) with &lt;i&gt;White Tea Milk Blended&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amalina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ordered &lt;i&gt;French Toast&lt;/i&gt; (without peanut butter) with a tasteless &lt;i&gt;'Honey' Lemon Tea&lt;/i&gt;. So I paid for the toast(s) and my drink, while &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amalina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; paid for her useless and tasteless drink. Oh yeah, I just remembered that before we went to the &lt;i&gt;Old Town Cafe&lt;/i&gt;, we met our old friend, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ji Sun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, which the last time I saw her was when I was in year 9. And there is one thing that is still the same since the last time we each other: She's shorter than me. Aha. And &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amalina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was (very) proud that she's taller than her. Hmm, right. Anyway, after &lt;i&gt;Old Town Cafe&lt;/i&gt;, we went to &lt;i&gt;Times Bookstore&lt;/i&gt;, to read somethings while waiting for &lt;i&gt;Qhalis&lt;/i&gt; (which he didn't come cause of stupid reason) and for &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amalina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'s parents. Just right after we came in, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amalina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; gave me this book of the greatest man in the world of motorsport, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeremy Clarkson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It costs about 70 Ringgit, a little bit expensive for a book. But it's worth it, even though I didn't buy it. I ended up by buying another book of him, titled &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Clarkson: Don't Stop Me Now"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. And it costs cheaper ! By 30 bucks cheaper ! And that's good !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aannnyywwaayy, at 7 o'clock, we met up with &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amalina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'s parents for dinner at &lt;i&gt;Food Court&lt;/i&gt;. And yes, I saved up some money ! Hehehehe. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amalina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;'s mom gave us 10 bucks each, so I chose to buy &lt;i&gt;Char Kuey Teow&lt;/i&gt; to eat and.. I don't know what &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amalina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ate last night. Hmm. Then, after we had dinner, we walked to somewhere, and.. after we went out from &lt;i&gt;Parkson&lt;/i&gt;, we met &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ms. Ern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ! She was with her family, though. But it was good to meet her again. After that, we went home straight away. Oh by the way, while we were waiting for the car, I saw a&lt;i&gt; Dodge something-something,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;a useless old Lotus&lt;/i&gt;, a &lt;i&gt;Mercedes-Benz SLK 55&lt;/i&gt; and.. a &lt;i&gt;Maxda RX-8,&lt;/i&gt; and.. a &lt;i&gt;Rolls-Royce something-something&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And.. That's all for now. Since I'm so tired because I have to teach &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amalina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; how to play guitar PROPERLY. Oh and the song for the day is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starstrukk &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3Oh!3 &lt;/span&gt;(featuring the hottest girl or singer I've ever seen, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KATY PERRY&lt;/span&gt;!). So thanks for reading and good bye ! Here's the video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0PNYJQrX36I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0PNYJQrX36I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-8132342027006916822?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8132342027006916822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-exception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/8132342027006916822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/8132342027006916822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-exception.html' title='&quot;The Only Exception.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-357627224793146310</id><published>2009-10-30T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T04:50:42.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Just Got Interviewed."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afternoon, people. It's Friday and I think it's going to be raining here in KL in a few minutes. Anyway, I wanna share some of my story that happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, thank God finally I finished my tests (Tests, not exams.) ! Well, I think I did quite well for the tests. And I hope I got at least 80 for my Business Studies and Math to get a new guitar: Squier Vintage Modified Telecaster Thinline, which is this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Suq0OZWyFqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vJyNTr8CohY/s320/Vintage+Modified+Telecaster+Thinline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398325262774572706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or this, the Vintage Modified Telecaster Custom, and this is the picture of the guitar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Suqz3FLB_9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/7aPSpvGfX80/s320/Vintage+Modified+Telecaster+Custom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398324862219583442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looks great, huh ? Well, it is. If you really know about guitar. And since it's &lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SQUIER&lt;/b&gt; and not a &lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;FENDER&lt;/b&gt;, it should be quite cheap. I heard it costs about.. 200 or 300 US Dollar. Rather than $1000 or above for the &lt;i&gt;Fender&lt;/i&gt; one. Geez, I know. Unless if I already that rich, I'll buy the &lt;i&gt;Fender&lt;/i&gt; one, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyway, I'll tell you about the second one. Right after the school finished, my friends and I went to &lt;i&gt;The Mall&lt;/i&gt; to get some lunch, even though we didn't and we ended up at &lt;i&gt;Galih Satria&lt;/i&gt;'s house, trying to make new songs for our band, and we did. Not bad, huh ? While we were trying to figure out the keynotes for the guitar and all, &lt;i&gt;Agus&lt;/i&gt; invited us to this &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;War and Crime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; meeting at &lt;i&gt;PWTC&lt;/i&gt; (Yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WAR AND CRIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;). So we went there right after we went back to &lt;i&gt;Galih&lt;/i&gt;'s house to get our bags. But, when we were at the Lobby of &lt;i&gt;Villa Putra&lt;/i&gt;, I met my mom and she gave me some money. Thank God, finally I can go have lunch ! Hehehe. We had &lt;i&gt;Nasi Lemak&lt;/i&gt; for lunch and &lt;i&gt;Ais Bandung &lt;/i&gt;for the drink. Not bad. 3 bucks for that. Hehehe. Right, after we had our lunch, we went to &lt;i&gt;PWTC&lt;/i&gt; to that &lt;i&gt;War and Crime&lt;/i&gt; thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we went in, the first thing I saw was this quote thingy from some leaders of the world, like &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mussolini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, the leader of &lt;i&gt;Italia&lt;/i&gt;, and.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, the president of.. A country which.. The people there are fat, stupid and rude, according to &lt;i&gt;Jeremy Clarkson. &lt;/i&gt;And you do know which country I'm talking about right now, don't you ? Anyway, after I saw those quote "wall", I went inside again, and I saw this video where those stupid, useless American soldiers (who thinks they're the strongest army, which is not.) forced the guiltless Arab prisoners to give them.. A blowjob. Yes, a &lt;/span&gt;BLOWJOB&lt;/b&gt;. What the hell, I know. They do know that they can't do that to human being, even prisoners, according to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Law of Human Rights, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;but they just don't give a s*it about it. And I also saw this video about what they did to the prisoners at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guantanamo Bay&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;It was really scary. Like, for example, they play this nice song to the prisoner through a headphone, and they turn the volume really loud. So you can imagine how painful is that. Damn. When I was reading about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guantanamo Bay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Gesha Ghassani&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; called me. She told me that she's going up to this event. Then I went out to meet her. She went there with her sister, though. So... We went in again, and she was quite scared about it. Right. Just nice. Hahaha. Oh yeah, when we reached the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weapons of Mass Destruction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; section, there were this camera crew who were trying to find someone to get interviewed about this event. So &lt;/span&gt;Gesha&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; and I were the one who got chosen. Ah, a bit nervous. But it was alright. Even I can't remember what the hell did I say. But there is one thing that I can say, &lt;/span&gt;"I just got interviewed. LOL."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I (think) just found out the song for the day: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Party In Your Bedroom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cash Cash.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; So here's the video. Enjoy and goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c6143193cad39fd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c6143193cad39fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331790979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14A81BAC7E5CC10631B47DAABB17311571FC525A.258CED2450338E250A584542F449D79E38DAFB6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c6143193cad39fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCRqF4wF0guioBHr95D_cmTMsQt4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c6143193cad39fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331790979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14A81BAC7E5CC10631B47DAABB17311571FC525A.258CED2450338E250A584542F449D79E38DAFB6B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c6143193cad39fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCRqF4wF0guioBHr95D_cmTMsQt4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Since YouTube doesn't allow me to copy the URL, so I gotta download it and then upload it here.)&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/4782788882760274218-357627224793146310?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/357627224793146310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-got-interviewed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/357627224793146310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/357627224793146310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-got-interviewed.html' title='&quot;I Just Got Interviewed.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Suq0OZWyFqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/vJyNTr8CohY/s72-c/Vintage+Modified+Telecaster+Thinline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-2273077843422616948</id><published>2009-10-28T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:10:05.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Youth Pledge."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SuhQP-6glGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lF6vEgI5d1o/s1600-h/_MG_3395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SuhQP-6glGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lF6vEgI5d1o/s320/_MG_3395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397652388920202338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kami, putra dan putri Indonesia, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mengaku bertumpah darah yang satu, tanah air Indonesia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kami, putra dan putri Indonesia,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mengaku berbangsa yang satu, bangsa Indonesia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kami, putra dan putri Indonesia,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;menjunjung  tinggi bahasa persatuan, bahasa Indonesia."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(In English)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We, the sons and daughters of Indonesia,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;acknowledge one motherland, Indonesia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We, the sons and daughters of Indonesia,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;acknowledge one nation, the nation of Indonesia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We, the sons and daughters of Indonesia,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;respect the language of unity, Indonesian."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Youth Pledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;81 years ago, right on 28th October 1928, there were numbers of Indonesian youths who were trying to get an independence of their motherland, Indonesia, by declaring this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Youth Pledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; They proclaimed three ideals, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;one motherland, one nation and one language&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. All of that happened at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jalan Kramat Raya, No. 126&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It was the first idea of Indonesian people to get themselves freedom from the conquer of their nation and motherland, the &lt;i&gt;Dutch&lt;/i&gt; and the &lt;i&gt;Japanese&lt;/i&gt;, who had been conquered Indonesia for almost 355 years. But, finally they got what they've done. After 17 years of hard work fighting the conquers to go away from their motherland, finally, on &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;17th August 1945&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Indonesians got their freedom as a country who can do on their own. Till now, the unforgettable day still reminds in the hearts of the Indonesian youths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-2273077843422616948?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2273077843422616948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/10/youth-pledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/2273077843422616948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/2273077843422616948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/10/youth-pledge.html' title='&quot;The Youth Pledge.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SuhQP-6glGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lF6vEgI5d1o/s72-c/_MG_3395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-6256184403810530916</id><published>2009-10-25T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T02:39:26.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Meet Billy Bob."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afternoon people. What a (not really) good day. Started the day by realized that my parents were at KLIA when I woke up, then had to study for tomorrow, next, I hate &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Valentino Rossi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; cause he's an imbecile for going too wide at the first corner of the first lap of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Moto GP '09&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and he got what he had done. He went straight away to the fifth place. Great. Oh, and the last thing, I just watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clarkson: The Good, The Bad and The Ugly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; and saw an American destroying the most useless and the most hatred car in the world: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Toyota Prius Hybrid&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; Or something like that. And that made my day. Thank you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarkson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So all I wanted to say is that, when you bought this &lt;b&gt;useless, not efficient, ugly&lt;/b&gt; car, this will happen to the car. Watch this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsJjZIuF1lg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsJjZIuF1lg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this will make your day. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-6256184403810530916?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6256184403810530916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-billy-bob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/6256184403810530916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/6256184403810530916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-billy-bob.html' title='&quot;Meet Billy Bob.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-1902420425231690838</id><published>2009-10-22T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:37:29.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Embers and Envelopes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good afternoon, people. Just came back from school, and gonna tell you some story today. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First one, when I was at KLCC waiting for my mom cause she went to the toilet, there was a chinese lady came and sat next to me. All of sudden, she told me about this.. Organisation kind of thing for disabled people. Oh God. And she asked me to pay either RM 30 or RM 50 to buy milk for them ! Cock ! Sadly, though, I already ran out of money for this week, and I told her that I can't give any money. So she left. And I was really blur what happened a few minutes ago. Hahaha. Weird shat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second, when I was at school, I totally did not know that I got 2 bloody tests today. Bloody &lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tests. Shizznit. But thank God, I finished the IT test, but I didn't finish the ART test. As usual. Then, when i was doing my art work (or test), I messaged &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Ms. Ernie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; that I hate art. Dunno why. I was bored. Hahaha. Then, she replied that she was doing some art work also. Weird. But yeah, she told me that she thought that she drew an &lt;i&gt;abstract&lt;/i&gt; drawing. But she still not sure about it. Geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh and third, I just realized (not realized, but, yeah) that I like &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Gesha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'s bag, "The OC" red-and-blue backpack. Of course I don't like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The OC&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, but I just like the colour. Hahaha. So I thought to myself, &lt;i&gt;"If they have THE SIMPSONS or FAMILY GUY backpack just like that, I would buy it."&lt;/i&gt;. Crazy, I know. And she told me that her mom bought it when her mom went to &lt;i&gt;Italia&lt;/i&gt; a few weeks ago. Damn. Hahaha. (Sorry, couldn't find the image)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And.. I got my own &lt;i&gt;"Song For The Day"&lt;/i&gt;. Since I've been listening to it for the whole day. Errm, not the WHOLE day obviously. Just like.. You know. Yeah. Hahaha. Anyway, the song is called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;"Embers And Envelopes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;MAE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Sounds weird. But hey, they're good. One of my brother's favorite band. Hehehe. Here's the song and the video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ntj70vbKEI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ntj70vbKEI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. &lt;i&gt;Sayonara, Ciao, Farewell and Goodbye. Enjoy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-1902420425231690838?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1902420425231690838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/10/embers-and-envelopes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1902420425231690838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1902420425231690838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/10/embers-and-envelopes.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Embers and Envelopes.&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-300768573751986920</id><published>2009-10-17T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:43:10.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Miss You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, I know, another post. But it's about &lt;i&gt;The Song For The Day&lt;/i&gt;. And I chose: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Miss You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Incubus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. It's a nice song for those lonely people out there who's missing their beloved people. Well, I am, missing someone right now. She's (quite or really) far from me, though. Like.. A few thousand miles from me. Sad. I know. That's life you know. There are some times when you can say or shout, "Life is just f*cking awesome !!", or maybe you can shout, "Life is so bloody unfair ! I just wanna suicide and finish things off !". Still, you've gotta through anything that God gives us for life. Because if we are strong through anything, God will give us some rewards. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, that's all for the 'yada-yada-yada', and.. enjoy this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mO1S1Yq-u2U&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/mO1S1Yq-u2U&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;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I Miss You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Incubus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; white-space: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To see you when I wake up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Is a gift, I didn't think could be real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To know that you feel the same as I do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Is a three-fold, Utopian dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You do something to me that I can't explain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So would I be out of line if I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I see your picture,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I smell your skin on the empty pillow, next to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You have only been gone ten days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But already I'm wasting away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I know I'll see you again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Whether far or soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But I need you to know, that I care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-300768573751986920?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/300768573751986920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/300768573751986920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/300768573751986920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-you.html' title='&quot;I Miss You&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-2919360992723026414</id><published>2009-09-18T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:51:03.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another update ?</title><content type='html'>Yes, good morning people ! It's 1.51 in the morning (Indonesia's time), and I'm awake ! With my brother's MacBook while listening to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DEPAPEPE&lt;/span&gt;, I'm updating my blog right now. Well, I just arrived in Jakarta tonight, around 8, but I just got home around 11-ish. Heehehehe. Cause I went to visit my brother somewhere in Jakarta. So that's why I got home around 11.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... Today is the last day of Ramadhan ! I don't know if i should be happy or sad.. Cause, you might not know if you're able to meet Ramadhan again next year. You'll never know when death will meet you. Only God knows. Oh well, that's life. Gotta live with it. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and can I say something ? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS YOU, G ! YES, I DO MISS YOU !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for today. Good bye and good night everyone !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-2919360992723026414?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/2919360992723026414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/2919360992723026414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/2919360992723026414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-update.html' title='Another update ?'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-6945248902193801204</id><published>2009-09-17T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:02:53.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Update, over."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Morning, guys. It's 1.10 in the morning here, and I'm still awake in front of my laptop and tv. Hehehe. Oh, and in about.. 17 hours, i'll leave KL town to the J-Town, my hometown, to celebrate &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Idul Fitri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aidil Fitri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; in Malaysian. And yeah, I read on the news and watched in on tv that the problem between Malaysia and Indonesia about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tari Pendet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; is finally over. Finally ! What a rough time for both sides.. Oh well, that's life. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And... I got a good news ! &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;MUSE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; just released a new album ! Well, I knew about this since a few months ago, and I supposed to post it on my blog, but i just can't be bothered. Hehehe. Oh, and the album is called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Resistance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Yeap, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Resistance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The new album is.. Errmm.. I can say.. Quite influenced with Queen, Pops, and.. Yeah, quite a lot. Oh and some of the tracks are.. "Orchestra", and.. That's a new thing for MUSE ! Hehehe. And... I'm listening to their album now, on the web. For free. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm gonna buy the album when I get money ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SrJ5tsLygbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qiNO08WPdko/s320/ap_20090909052634815_edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382498330522845618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God, I just love this band, man. If you compare this band to those indie bands like.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pee Wee Gaskins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Killing Me Inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; or those kind of bands, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;THEY ARE LOSERS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;compare to MUSE ! Yeah, that's why I love this band too much ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And guys, because the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Idul Fitri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aidil Fitri &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;nearby, I wanted to apologize to all of you if I ever did something wrong with you guys, and I hope God bless you all !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good bye and Goodnight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Megalomaniac, Out."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-6945248902193801204?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6945248902193801204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-over.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/6945248902193801204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/6945248902193801204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-over.html' title='&quot;Update, over.&quot;'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SrJ5tsLygbI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qiNO08WPdko/s72-c/ap_20090909052634815_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-499384287351888493</id><published>2009-09-10T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:04:49.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chit Chat Chut !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good.. Morning everyone. It's 1 AM and I'm still awake. Well.. It's because of the useless IT homework or ASSignment, to be exact. While (trying) to do the ASSignment, I went back to the past. Even though it's kinda useless. Hahaha. Again, yes, the PAST. All of those.. Hhmm.. Sweet ? Adorable ? Stupid ? Or maybe painful memories ? You tell me. Hahaha. Yeah, i just read &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; wall-to-wall (Yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;wall-to-wall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; If you know who you are, good for you.) on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Facebook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, and those "walls" reminded me of.. Yeah, the past. Oh well, what can I do though ? God made us just like this so that we can't do anything about the time. We just have to go through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaaannyyyywwwaaayyy, i just finished watching a movie called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shooter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. Yeap, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shooter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; A movie that based on a novel called, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Point of Impact&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stephen Hunter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; The film concerns a former &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;United States Marine Corps Scout Sniper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Bob Lee Swagger &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(Mark Wahlberg)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; who is framed for murder by a rogue secret Private military company unit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bob Lee Swagger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; is a retired &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Gunnery Sergeant Marine Scout Sniper&lt;/span&gt;, is one of the few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;snipers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; in the world whose sharpshooting abilities allow him to &lt;i&gt;"Take out a target from a mile away".&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SrJ6KMk9ILI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bRIYIPJ0fDk/s320/shooter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382498820254671026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Throughout the film, Swagger uses an array of sniper weapons, among which are the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;USMC M40A3 Rifle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Barrett M82 Sniper Rifles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and Donnie Fenn, which was his &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spotter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, used an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;M4 Carbine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;M203 Grenade Launcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;M68 Close Combat Optic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in the African opening sequences. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Cheyenne Tactical M-200 Intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.408 CheyTac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was used to shoot the &lt;i&gt;Dinty Moose&lt;/i&gt; stew can, and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Remington 700P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.308 Winchester (7.62x51mm NATO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. In the fight against the 24 'strong men', Swagger used a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Beretta M9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and a commandeered &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;M4 Carbine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;AimPoint Sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Colt M1911-A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in the final shootout scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, that's all for now. Gotta continue doing the useless IT assignment. *Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;G'night, everyone !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-499384287351888493?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/499384287351888493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/09/chit-chat-chut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/499384287351888493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/499384287351888493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/09/chit-chat-chut.html' title='Chit Chat Chut !'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SrJ6KMk9ILI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bRIYIPJ0fDk/s72-c/shooter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-7542703573648210635</id><published>2009-09-06T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:20:06.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KasKus !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Update dulu dong gan.. Ini gw dapet sesuatu nih dari kaskus.. Judulnya, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"21 tanda-tanda seseorang mencintai kamu dengan TULUS". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mantep ga tuh, judulnya ? Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ya udah, langsung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; aja yak.. Here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Orang yang mencintai kamu tidak pernah bisa memberikan alasan kenapa ia mencintai kamu, yang ia tahu dimatanya hanya ada kamu satu-satunya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu menerima kamu apa adanya, dimatanya kamu selalu yang tercantik/tertampan walaupun mungkin kamu merasa berat badan kamu sudah berlebihan atau kamu merasa kegemukan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Orang yang mencintai kamu selau ingin tau tentang apa saja yang kamu lalui sepanjang hari ini, ia ingin tau kegiatan kamu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan mengirimkan sms seperti “slmt pagi”, "slmt hr mggu” atau “slmt tidur”, walaupun kamu tidak membalas pesannya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. Kalau kamu berulang tahun dan kamu tidak mengundangnya, setidaknya ia akan telpon untuk mengucapkan selamat atau mengirim sms.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan selalu mengingat setiap kejadian yang ia lalui bersama kamu, bahkan mungkin kejadian yang kamu sendiri sudah lupa setiap detailnya, karena saat itu adalah sesuatu yang berharga untuknya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu mengingat tiap kata-kata yang kamu ucapkan bahkan mungkin kata-kata yang kamu sendiri lupa pernah mengatakannya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan belajar menyukai lagu-lagu kesukaanmu, bahkan mungkin meminjam CD/kaset kamu,karena ia ingin tau kesukaanmu, kesukaanmu kesukaannya juga.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. Kalau terakhir kali ketemu, kamu sedang sakit flu, terkilir, atau sakit gigi, beberapa hari kemudian ia akan mengirim sms atau menelponmu dan menanyakan keadaanmu.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;karena ia mengkhawatirkanmu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;10. Kalau kamu bilang akan menghadapi ujian ia akan menanyakan kapan ujian itu dan saat harinya tiba ia akan mengirimkan sms “good luck” atau menelponmu untuk menyemangati kamu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;11. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orang yang mencintai kamu akan memberikan suatu barang miliknya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; yang mungkin buat kamu itu ialah sesuatu yang biasa, tapi itu ialah suatu barang yang istimewa buat dia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;12. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan terdiam sesaat,saat sedang berbicara ditelpon dengan kamu, sehingga kamu menjadi binggung saat itu dia merasa sangat gugup karena kamu telah mengguncang dunianya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;13. Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu ingin &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;berada di dekatmu dan ingin menghabiskan hari-harinya denganmu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;14. Jika suatu saat kamu harus pindah ke kota lain untuk waktu yang lain ia akan memberikan nasehat supaya kamu waspada dengan lingkungan yang bisa membawa pengaruh buruk bagimu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;15. Orang yang mencintai kamu bertindak lebih seperti saudara daripada seperti seorang kekasih.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;16. Orang yang mencintai kamu sering melakukan hal-hal yang konyol seperti menelponmu 100x dalam sehari, atau membangunkanmu ditengah malam karena ia mengirim sms atau menelponmu. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Karena saat itu ia sedang memikirkan kamu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;17. Orang yang mencintai kamu kadang merindukanmu dan melakukan hal-hal yang membuat kamu jengkel atau gila, saat kamu bilang tindakannya membuatmu terganggu ia akan minta maaf dan tak kan melakukannya lagi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;18. Jika kamu memintanya untuk mengajarimu sesuatu maka ia akan mengajarimu dengan sabar walaupun kamu mungkin orang yang terbodoh di dunia!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;19. Kalau kamu melihat handphone-nya maka &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;namamu akan menghiasi sbgn besar “INBOX”nya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.Ya ia masih menyimpan pesan dari kamu walaupun pesan itu sudah kamu kirim sejak berbulan-bulan bahkan bertahun-tahun yang lalu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;20. Dan jika kamu menghindarinya atau memberi reaksi penolakan, ia akan menyadarinya dan menghilang dari kehidupanmu walaupun hal itu membunuh hatinya. Karena yang ia inginkan hanyalah kebahagiaanmu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;21. Jika suatu saat kamu merindukannya dan ingin memberinya kesempatan ia akan ada disana menunggumu karena ia tak pernah mencari orang lain. Ya………… &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ia selalu menunggumu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ini aja dulu ya gan.. Ngantuk gw nih soalnya.. Abis sahur langsung ngupdate. Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ciao guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS: Hope you read this, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;G. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-7542703573648210635?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/7542703573648210635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/09/kaskus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/7542703573648210635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/7542703573648210635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/09/kaskus.html' title='KasKus !'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-8045776767278995341</id><published>2009-09-03T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:55:44.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels And Airwaves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah. I've been listening to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angels And Airwaves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;AVA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; in short, these days. Well i like them cause Tom DeLonge, lead singer from Blink 182, is there.. David Kennedy, guitarist from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Box Car Racer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, is there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Offspring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; ex-drummer, Adam Willard is there.. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;30 Seconds To Mars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; ex-bassist, Matt Wachter is there also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This band was 'born' in September 2005, after he spoke to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kerrang!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; magazine that his new band will be called '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;'. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The nickname of the band, &lt;b&gt;AVA&lt;/b&gt;, came up onto his mind when he thought that it will be much 'cooler' if he turned the middle 'A' upside down. Also, he named his daughter after this band, &lt;b&gt;Ava.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.planet13.com.au/s_ava/Angels%2520%2526%2520Airwaves-Stickers-b.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The band has released two albums so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't Need To Whisper (2005-2006)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I-Empire (2007-2008)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They also released a documentary named &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Start The Machine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; on June 17, 2008, and also plan on releasing a feature film involving their music, entitled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. The movie will be released alongside their third album, which also entitled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, in February 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And here's one of their song that I really like to listen, it's called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do It For Me Now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, from album &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;We Don't Need To Whisper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's a frightening night and the wind has a roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It seeps through the hall and from under the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like the shit that was said -can't take it that well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I give and I give and I give and I give and I'm still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lost and hurt and bone dead from the love that's been starved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know I've got close but I'm sure it's too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From the point of suspense we know it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The end of the part of our favorite movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where the guy grabs the girl and gives her his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Says take me away from this torturous land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause the grave is set up, the hole that I dug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I gave and I gave and I gave and I gave you my trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like the time that we kissed and you gave me a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To add to the scene you pretended to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I'm here and I'm cool, the way that it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just give me a chance and I'll try to forgive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I don't know / And I can't guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's gonna be okay but now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My last wish is / That you do this with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kiss me here / And hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And let me feel like I'm the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know you can / Won't you do it for me now ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really had it with the rain and the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The predictable storm that has come every year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And it sneaks in from shore with the bat in it's hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm tryin' I'm tryin' I'm tryin' I'm tryin' -I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You're a thief and a witch, but I love you to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You steal my heart and curse under your breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the one thing that I can most willingly prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That when you are gone I'll be fine without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now just hold on, hold on to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-58ba30ae143585d2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D58ba30ae143585d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331790979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D221162E2C05CD9F2D4888DC26EF277E0C3E7933D.7614443569F822E5B916FE6B8AEF7E48DC963FB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D58ba30ae143585d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHDentDfeRCp92F_oUZ1mXBUxVk4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D58ba30ae143585d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331790979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D221162E2C05CD9F2D4888DC26EF277E0C3E7933D.7614443569F822E5B916FE6B8AEF7E48DC963FB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D58ba30ae143585d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHDentDfeRCp92F_oUZ1mXBUxVk4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; (From album: We Don't Need to Whisper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-8045776767278995341?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=58ba30ae143585d2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8045776767278995341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/09/angels-and-airwaves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/8045776767278995341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/8045776767278995341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/09/angels-and-airwaves.html' title='Angels And Airwaves.'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-5531222165400460682</id><published>2009-08-25T03:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T05:14:06.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shizznit ! It's Eviel Butt Monkeys !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha yeah I know it sounds weird. But it's a band ! WAS a band, i meant. It was also my first band when I was in Mutiara. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eviel Butt Monkeys, or EBM for short, was a band that was made by five people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Qhalis Najmi - Singer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Nicolaus Chan - Drummer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Megasuryo Firdaus - Rythm Guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Tim 'Sim' - Lead Guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Kim Seong Jae - Bassist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;EBM was made in 2007. I think. I even forgot when it was made. Hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, our first "gig" was.. The Teacher's Day. Yeaahhh.  And everybody loved us instantly ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and our second gig was during.. "MIGS Got Talent". Yeah, I know it sounds idiot. But hey, we won as the best band ever ! Heelll yeeaahhh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still remember when all of us always go to Nick's church just for jamming. Yeah. Nick's CHURCH ONLY FOR JAMMING. AND RECORDING. How cool was that ?? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And.. All of a sudden, in our first week of year 11, I left the school. And the band to Indonesian School of Kuala Lumpur. And I got another band there. Which I'll tell you soon enough. If i'm bothered to do so. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On 23rd May 2009, Eviel Butt Monkeys was officially dead. Because some of us left the band. And the school. Even left the country. Like Nick, for example, he left us to Canada for goods. I mean, not forever la, he'll come back to visit us next summer holidays. Hahaha yeaahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, that was my 'short story' of my band, Eviel Butt Monkeys. And.. Of course, I got some videos of us jamming around in the studio. Enjoy. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bfafe9fda866d6ad" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbfafe9fda866d6ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331790979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D252C10C78BFEE0299A0847676A50F44122251990.CF8DCB2A5FF1C7BF0562A76A5F2192AAE43621%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbfafe9fda866d6ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk5nO1VD0VBk748uM7XcY6IsRxmQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbfafe9fda866d6ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331790979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D252C10C78BFEE0299A0847676A50F44122251990.CF8DCB2A5FF1C7BF0562A76A5F2192AAE43621%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbfafe9fda866d6ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk5nO1VD0VBk748uM7XcY6IsRxmQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Are You Gonna Be My Girl" by Jet (Cover)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-5531222165400460682?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bfafe9fda866d6ad&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5531222165400460682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/08/shizznit-its-eviel-butt-monkeys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/5531222165400460682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/5531222165400460682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/08/shizznit-its-eviel-butt-monkeys.html' title='Shizznit ! It&apos;s Eviel Butt Monkeys !'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-5040711038513929489</id><published>2009-08-18T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:21:18.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Agustus 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Indonesia, tanah airku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tanah tumpah darahku..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disanalah, aku berdiri..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jadi pandu ibuku..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indonesia, kebangsaanku..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bangsa dan tanah airku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marilah kita berseru..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Indonesia bersatu !"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hiduplah tanahku, hiduplah negeriku..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bangsaku, rakyatku, semuanya !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bangunlah jiwanya, bangunlah badannya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Untuk Indonesia Raya !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indonesia Raya, merdeka, merdeka !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tanahku, negeriku yang kucinta !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indonesia Raya, merdeka, merdeka !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hiduplah Indonesia Raya !"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iya, itu adalah lagu kebangsaan Indonesia yang berjudul &lt;i&gt;Indonesia Raya,&lt;/i&gt; yang diciptakan oleh W.R. Supratman. Beliau meninggal tepat 7 tahun sebelum Indonesia merdeka, yaitu pada tanggal 17 Agustus 1938. Tetapi, beliau menciptakan lagu &lt;i&gt;Indonesia Raya&lt;/i&gt; pada tahun 1928.&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SotyaL4tunI/AAAAAAAAADI/XijitRrmrmY/s200/_MG_3395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371512774762281586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anywaayy, gw juga mau nge-share tentang acara 17 Agustus-an di Wisma Duta Indonesia, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Penaikan dan penurunan "Sang Saka Merah Putih" tersebut di kerjakan oleh tim Paskibra KBRI Kuala Lumpur, yang terdiri dari 22 orang, termasuk dengan pelatih, dan mereka semua adalah pelajar-pelajar Sekolah Indonesia Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pada jam 08.00 waktu Kuala Lumpur, semua orang sudah siap di lapangan Wisma Duta, yang terdiri dari para perkerja Indonesia di Malaysia, para guru-guru SIK, para siswa-siswi SIK, pasukan Pramuka, dan Home staff ataupun Local staff KBRI Kuala Lumpur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mereka semua sedang menunggu Duta Besar Indonesia, Bpk. Da'i Bachtiar. Beliau akhirnya sampai di tempat acara pada pukul 08.30 pagi. Dan acara penaikan bendera pun segera dilaksanakan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para anggota Paskibra untuk penaikan "Sang Saka Merah Putih" adalah:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Sandy Firman (Danton)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Donny Kusuma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Nurul Ulfah (Pembawa "Sang Saka Merah Putih")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Dheavisa Putra Mandala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Erlina Susanti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Siti Aisah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Devi Anggraeni Putri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Bintang Baskoro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Annaba Ghassani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. Ahmad Baskoro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acara penaikan "Sang Saka Merah Putih" pun berjalan dengan lancar, dengan ditemani oleh langit yang biru dengan cahaya matahari yang menyilaukan mata dan menghangatkan badan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SovuC9wAk1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/XviB9PoHIvc/s320/_MG_2804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371648715272524626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setelah acara penaikan, semua orang dihibur dengan seseorang penyanyi dangdut, Inul Dartista. Tentu, semua orang akan bergoyang mengikuti irama lagu-lagu yang dinyanyikan penyanyi dangdut tersebut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sot1DFpheTI/AAAAAAAAADY/efWmZ_nXhB0/s200/_MG_3084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371515676485843250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tetapi, setelah beberapa lagu dari artis dangdut tersebut, tim Paskibra harus pulang ke rumah Bpk. Andjar, Kolonel TNI-AU yang ditugaskan ke Malaysia, supaya mereka mendapatkan energi untuk acara penurunan bendera nanti sore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dan gw pun mendapatkan beberapa foto-foto dari tim Paskibra di rumah Bpk. Andjar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sot2OZPwQLI/AAAAAAAAADg/sP_gzOdFSXA/s200/_MG_3214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371516970236657842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Lagi pada santai.."&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sot2klJl7dI/AAAAAAAAADo/VZ0wqS6BF9M/s200/_MG_3227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371517351389162962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Cewe-cewe paskib lagi nongkrong di depan tv"&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sot24GKOQQI/AAAAAAAAADw/_xbrl9eM0dc/s200/_MG_3222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371517686667690242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Ini dia snack untuk para Paskibra.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pada pukul 16.00, semua anggota Paskibra sudah terbangun dan siap-siap untuk pergi ke Wisma Duta untuk acara penurunan. Sambil menunggu bis sekolah datang untuk menjemput kita semua, para anggota Paskibra ada yang sambil mengobrol dengan Ibu Andjar, ada yang sedang melihat-lihat foto-foto penaikan, ada yang sambil nonton tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akhirnya, pada pukul 16.30, bis sekolah datang juga ! Dan yang pastinya, kita semua langsung 'cabs' ke Wisma Duta. Sampai di Wisma Duta, kita semua langsung ke 'back stage', untuk siap-siap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anggota Paskibra yang akan menurunkan "Sang Saka Merah Putih" adalah:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. M. Zulfan (Danton)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Zulfikar Azmi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Nadia Mahendrati (Pembawa "Sang Saka Merah Putih")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Tengku Pradiptya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Elma Nora Dila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Adinda Amaris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Rika Fitrisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Aji Nugroho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Andrea Hari Dewi Rukmini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. Ivans Adetya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tepat pas penurunan, tiba-tiba hujan lebat datang dan membasuhi semua tamu dan anggota Paskibra yang di lapangan. Tetapi, para Paskibra tetap tidak terganggu dengan itu semua. Mereka tetap menjalankan acara penurunan tersebut. Sang 'penangkap' bendera, Andrea Hari Dewi Rukmini, berhasil menangkap "Sang Saka Merah Putih" yang sempat berkibar karena adanya angin yang sangat kencang. Setelah penurunan tersebut, para anggota Paskibra menangis dengan gembiranya karena mereka sudah melakukan salah satu tugas yang harus dikerjakan oleh orang Indonesia dimanapun mereka berada, sambil ditemani oleh derasnya hujan pada sore itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sovub3tCvVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/V2YEs-8OWsA/s320/_MG_3477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371649143146200402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Saat penurunan "Sang Saka Merah Putih" oleh Paskibra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SowH_fMNK6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/D3vMvmR61ec/s320/_MG_3501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677242832006050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Saat-saat pemberian bendera ke Duta Besar Indonesia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SowIUL6cJ6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/nEhzaBe2ZOk/s320/_MG_3564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677598434469794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Foto bersama setelah penurunan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SouCSM-HOpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/djeQOd-xyNI/s400/_MG_3362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371530229800450706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"BERKIBARLAH SANG SAKA MERAH PUTIH !!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-5040711038513929489?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5040711038513929489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/08/17-agustus-2009.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/5040711038513929489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/5040711038513929489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/08/17-agustus-2009.html' title='17 Agustus 2009'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SotyaL4tunI/AAAAAAAAADI/XijitRrmrmY/s72-c/_MG_3395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-6137513424724884880</id><published>2009-07-30T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:20:27.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news in the world of Formula One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a good news, ladies and gentlemen. As I checked Top Gear just a few minutes ago, I found something astonishing. It's about Formula One, actually, just like the title said. Well, here's the news.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;MICHAEL SCHUMACHER IS GOING BACK TO THE WORLD OF FORMULA ONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; Yes, you see that ? Did you read that line clearly ? Good then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bbctopgear.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/schumacher300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bbctopgear.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/schumacher300.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 143px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.tweetmeme.com/wp-content/formula_one_logo1-300x215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.tweetmeme.com/wp-content/formula_one_logo1-300x215.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 215px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As Top Gear said in &lt;a href="http://sundayafternoonclub.blogs.topgear.com/2009/07/30/hes-back/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, Schumacher has agreed to Ferrari Team that he will replace Felipe Massa for a few race, as he will recover from his "brain-pain" (not a huge head-ache as I had a few days ago) that happened in the Qualifying of Hungaroring F1 Race last weekend. Also, Top Gear got something catchy. The bloody-stupid-useless-english man Lewis Hamilton said that Schumacher is one of his idol. Eventhough he's lying. And he said that he would like to race against the Legend of the Ferrari team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, that's all I know. Thanks to Top Gear. See ya guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-6137513424724884880?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/6137513424724884880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-news-in-world-of-formula-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/6137513424724884880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/6137513424724884880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-news-in-world-of-formula-one.html' title='Good news in the world of Formula One.'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-3754869111022655774</id><published>2009-07-18T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:29:21.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buggeration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hahaha. Buggeration. That reminds me of something. Yeah. Well, I wasn't the one who made that word. My ex-gf did. Hehehe. Thanks Naddie ! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So.. Let's begin, shall we ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday, 18th of July 2009. One of the worst day in my entire life. Seriously. You know what the hell just happened ? I lost all of my data in my laptop. Great ! How cool that is, huh ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how i feel now ? Ok. Just imagine, a big, huge and round watermelon, and you crush it into pieces. And you crush those small pieces. That's how i feel right now. Just fed up for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, just imagine this.. You have been waiting for one thing for a few weeks, and you are really ready for it to take pictures of that thing, which was MOS, it was held for 3 days, and then, suddenly, you have to re-format your laptop. It's just.. Fed up. Seriously. But thank god one of my friends copy all of the pictures a day before that.. Hhmmm.. Accident ? Hahahaha. And thankfuly, I didn't do anything to my laptop. (Read: Drop it, crash it, throw it, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah.. Another time, another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-3754869111022655774?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/3754869111022655774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/07/bugger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/3754869111022655774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/3754869111022655774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/07/bugger.html' title='Buggeration.'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-4721657335401178573</id><published>2009-06-21T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T11:32:17.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends.'/><title type='text'>I don't know what'd you call this.. but yeah.</title><content type='html'>Time flies.&lt;div&gt;The world is moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People leave and stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe people will stay and leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet new friends, miss your old friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New day, new adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dedicated for: &lt;b&gt;My friends in MIGS Year 11, Class of 2009&lt;/b&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/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sj5pCeQ8RMI/AAAAAAAAACw/r7GiRLYYQ9E/s1600-h/n601090547_3483313_4204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sj5pCeQ8RMI/AAAAAAAAACw/r7GiRLYYQ9E/s320/n601090547_3483313_4204.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349828898567505090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sj5pPVx2uxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qHi67vVCiHY/s1600-h/n1221334882_30038289_5468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sj5pPVx2uxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qHi67vVCiHY/s320/n1221334882_30038289_5468.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349829119627934482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you guys will have new friends, new life and new adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see you guys when time lets me to see you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best of luck. And I hope you guys have the time of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-696bce875ad3548f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D696bce875ad3548f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331790979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D334969C65012792F44BE5E976730612A6148F2C5.6BBE049A772C22C6704293D78C3F5000544E1D6F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D696bce875ad3548f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-Iz0o5fxsFqpqGiaqJUzpnD8IBQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D696bce875ad3548f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331790979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D334969C65012792F44BE5E976730612A6148F2C5.6BBE049A772C22C6704293D78C3F5000544E1D6F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D696bce875ad3548f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-Iz0o5fxsFqpqGiaqJUzpnD8IBQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-4721657335401178573?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=696bce875ad3548f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4721657335401178573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-know-whatd-you-call-this-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/4721657335401178573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/4721657335401178573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-know-whatd-you-call-this-but.html' title='I don&apos;t know what&apos;d you call this.. but yeah.'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sj5pCeQ8RMI/AAAAAAAAACw/r7GiRLYYQ9E/s72-c/n601090547_3483313_4204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-4050039213461255819</id><published>2009-05-02T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:03:03.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><title type='text'>Power Lap Times - Update</title><content type='html'>Still in the famous &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurburgring,&lt;/span&gt; I did another &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Power Lap Times.&lt;/span&gt; Now, it's time for the.. Useless, enormous, wasting-fuel, "big-engine-with-small-horsepowers", cars.. Which they called it.. American cars.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Ford Mustang GT '05 in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8' 21''.517&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.autorynok.ru/infoimg/05.ford.mustang.f34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.autorynok.ru/infoimg/05.ford.mustang.f34.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 189px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Chrysler Crossfire '04 in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8' 29''.359&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.lenta.ru/iauto/news/2007/07/02/crossfire/picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.lenta.ru/iauto/news/2007/07/02/crossfire/picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 255px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Chevrolet Corvette Z06 (C5) '00 in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7' 57''.506&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-29787441116698_2047_18329093"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-29787441116698_2047_18329093" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Dodge Viper SRT 10 '03 in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8' 09''. 414 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;(with a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;crash&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.avtomeridian.ru/clipart/thumb/Dodge_Viper_SRT10__02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.avtomeridian.ru/clipart/thumb/Dodge_Viper_SRT10__02.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Pontiac GTO 5.7 Coupe '04 in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8' 18''.375&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.channel4.com/4car/media/V/vauxhall/monaro/03-large/04-yellow-f3q-st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.channel4.com/4car/media/V/vauxhall/monaro/03-large/04-yellow-f3q-st.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 305px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;Well.. that's all for the Americans.. Maybe i'm gonna do with the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;race cars&lt;/span&gt; soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya, mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Megalomaniac.&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/4782788882760274218-4050039213461255819?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/4050039213461255819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/05/power-lap-times-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/4050039213461255819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/4050039213461255819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/05/power-lap-times-update.html' title='Power Lap Times - Update'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-5825997319282932314</id><published>2009-05-02T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:06:41.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><title type='text'>Power Lap Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;Yeap, if you watch &lt;i&gt;Top Gear&lt;/i&gt;, you'll know what am I talking about right now. It's about &lt;i&gt;Power Lap Times, &lt;/i&gt;it's where I, &lt;i&gt;Megalomaniac&lt;/i&gt;, will drive few supercars from around the world in.. &lt;i&gt;Gran Turismo 4.&lt;/i&gt; Yes, GT4 in PS2.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom: .0001pt;text-align:justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;The first track that I tested was.. The super, hard, huge, and famous.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nurburgring Nordschleife. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;It's located in &lt;i&gt;Nurburg, Germany.&lt;/i&gt; It was built in the 1920s around the village and medieval castle of Nürburg in the Eifel, which is about 70 kilometres (43 mi) south of Cologne, and 120 kilometres (75 mi) northwest of Frankfurt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom: .0001pt;text-align:justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt; Originally, the track featured four track configurations: the&lt;b&gt;28.265 kilometres&lt;/b&gt; (17.563 miles) long &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gesamtstrecke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ("Whole Course"), which in turn consisted of the 22.810 km (14.173 mi) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nordschleife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ("Northern Loop"), and the 7.747 km (4.814 mi) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Südschleife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ("Southern Loop"). There also was a 2.281 km (1.417 mi) warm-up loop called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zielschleife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ("Finish Loop") or better known as &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Betonschleife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, around the pit area.&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;Between 1982 and 1983 the start-finish area was demolished to create a new &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;GP-Strecke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and this is currently used for all major and international racing events. However, the Nordschleife is still in use.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom: .0001pt;text-align:justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY"&gt;Here are the maps of the Nurburgring (Current's, Past's and Grand-Prix's):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SfwnVu3z4sI/AAAAAAAAACY/He1REJtl9lM/s1600-h/800px-N%C3%BCrburgring_-_Nordschleife.svg.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SfwnVu3z4sI/AAAAAAAAACY/He1REJtl9lM/s400/800px-N%C3%BCrburgring_-_Nordschleife.svg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331179313212678850" style="text-decoration: underline;cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sfwox0Fx8TI/AAAAAAAAACg/yiumqvNB6l4/s1600-h/Nurburgring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sfwox0Fx8TI/AAAAAAAAACg/yiumqvNB6l4/s400/Nurburgring.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331180895161413938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sfwo88N8roI/AAAAAAAAACo/zdZBScqXZdg/s1600-h/800px-N%C3%BCrburgring_-_Grand-Prix_Stecke.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/Sfwo88N8roI/AAAAAAAAACo/zdZBScqXZdg/s400/800px-N%C3%BCrburgring_-_Grand-Prix_Stecke.svg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331181086321716866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;Okay.. Shall we move on ??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;Here we go:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;European Cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;1. RUF RGT in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8' 21''. 870&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://web2.roadandtrack.com/assets/image/2007/Q2/052120071718410410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web2.roadandtrack.com/assets/image/2007/Q2/052120071718410410.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;2. Lotus 111R in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8' 34''. 550&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.diseno-art.com/images/lotus_elise_111r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.diseno-art.com/images/lotus_elise_111r.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 208px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;3. Volkswagen Golf GTI in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8' 47'' 939&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fqmagazine.co.uk/images/sce/golf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fqmagazine.co.uk/images/sce/golf.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 208px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;4. BMW M3 in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8' 08''. 492&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.km77.com/marcas/bmw/serie3_01/m3/med/3-4del_mov_pru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.km77.com/marcas/bmw/serie3_01/m3/med/3-4del_mov_pru.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 251px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;5. Aston Martin DB9 in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7' 58''. 466&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fifthgear.five.tv/car08/330/aston_martin/db9_coupe/08db9_coupe_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fifthgear.five.tv/car08/330/aston_martin/db9_coupe/08db9_coupe_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;Now, it's time for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yakuzas&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;1. Toyota Supra RZ '97 in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8' 14''. 591&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.canadiandriver.com/articles/cc/images/97supra_turbo_1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.canadiandriver.com/articles/cc/images/97supra_turbo_1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 160px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;2. Nissan Skyline GTR (R33) in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8' 23''.115&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1257/897440491_14a4b67266.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1257/897440491_14a4b67266.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;3. Mitsubishi Evolution VIII MR in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8' 17''.756&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gtchannel.com/files/rsz/fit_220x180/files/mitsubishi_lancer_evo_8_mr-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gtchannel.com/files/rsz/fit_220x180/files/mitsubishi_lancer_evo_8_mr-19.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;4. Mazda RX-7 Type Bathurst R in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8' 03''.072&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rx7.net.nz/0830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rx7.net.nz/0830.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 130px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;5. Mazda RX-8 Type S in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8' 42''.700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.verdictoncars.com/cars/300/mazda/rx8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.verdictoncars.com/cars/300/mazda/rx8.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 219px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;Well, that's it for now, everyone. Wait for another "update".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;Cheers everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Megalomaniac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-5825997319282932314?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5825997319282932314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/05/power-lap-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/5825997319282932314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/5825997319282932314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/05/power-lap-times.html' title='Power Lap Times'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoKf-sXd9Fo/SfwnVu3z4sI/AAAAAAAAACY/He1REJtl9lM/s72-c/800px-N%C3%BCrburgring_-_Nordschleife.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-5155674968848559174</id><published>2009-02-16T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:17:01.459-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories of the Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><title type='text'>Terperangkap di lift itu.. bisa membuat anda.. pengen nangis, takut mati, dan ketawa !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Iya. itulah yang terjadi pas jam 3 sore pada tanggal 15 februari 2009, atau pas hari minggu. Ceritanya, gw, kakak gw dan temen2 maen gw, pengen makan di mamak yg terletak di belakang stasiun LRT Setiawangsa. Jadi, sebelum cabs, kita semua pada maen di lantai 21 dulu. Biasa, temen-temen pada nge-rokok dulu. Gw mah, engga. Sambil nunggu kakak gw pulang dari.. mana gitu, gw maen bola di lantai 21 ama anak-anak. Dan ajeb nya lagi, tuh bola jatoh ke lantai G (iya, LANTAI G), dan yang panik cuma adeknya si Audi ama Bayu "CemBab". Hahaha. Pas mereka udah ngambil tuh bola, kita semua maen lagi. Dan keren nya lagi, tuh bola jatoh lagi. Tapi sekarang ke atas genteng !! Et dah bujuk. Terus yaa.. adeknya Audi ama Bayu "CemBab" ke bawah dah nyari tuh bola ampe 15 menit lebih. Hahahaha. Mereka nyampe di lantai 21, kakak gw jg baru pulang. Yo wes, kita semua langsung cabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kita terperangkap di lift pas pengen turun dari lantai G ke LG. Soalnya ada dua lift di Seri Maya. Dari G sampe 32, dan dari G ampe B2. Ya udah, kita naek tuh lift kedua. Dan tololnya, temen gw, Egi, pas di tengah-tengah antara G dan LG, dia ngebuka tuh pintu lift. Dan otomatis tuh lift berhenti. Asoy geboy dah. Terperangkap di lift. Kita semua pencet tombol "Emergency Call". Ada satpam yang nge-jawab. Dan dia nge-jawab nya seperti orang ga tau mau ngomong apa. Hahahaha. Jadi dia tuh cuma bisa ngomong "ahh.. yes, sir. yes.. yes..". Dan akhirnya satpam yang satunya lagi bilang, "Sir, the technicians are coming. Please be patient." Alamak. Kedengaran nya kayak suara yang direkam pake Sound Recorder, dan di ulang-ulang terus. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya udah, kita nunggu aja. Sambil nunggu, kita juga sempet-sempet nya nyalahin si Egi ama Bayu "CemBab". Dan tiba-tiba kakak gw nge-rekam dengan HP terbarunya, G900. Yo wes, kita semua marah-marah sambil bercanda juga. Hahahaha. Dan tiba saatnya dimana semua orang mulai merasakan kekurangan oksigen. Kita semua pada panik. Dan tiba-tiba, ga tau darimana, ada suara orang, tau-tau nya, temen nya si Audi. Alamak. Terus si Audi ama adeknya minta dia maenin lagu. Lagu apa aja. Eh tau-tau nya, yang dimaenin malah Sean Kingston - Beautiful Girls. WHAT THE F***ING F*** ?!! I dont hear to that kind of song, dammit. Alhasil, Audi minta ganti lagu, MCR. Gapapa lah, daripada Sean Kingston. =.=.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terus, sekitar.. 7-8 menit.. Pintu kebuka dan gw bisa ngerasain segarnya udara luar. Walaupun abis itu tiba-tiba langsung panas. =.=. Dan pas pintu lift kebuka, ada bapak-bapak cina nanya, "Ey, what is that girl doing with all of you guys ??". Kita semua cuma bisa: ketawa. hahaha. Akhirnya, kita semua langsung cabs ke mamak di belakang stasiun LRT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Berarti, ini bermakna, bahwa, jangan pernah coba-coba untuk membuka pintu lift pas lift tersebut lagi di tengah-tengah. Alhasil, terjebak lah dirimu di dalam "Kotak Besi" tersebut. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-5155674968848559174?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/5155674968848559174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/02/terperangkap-di-lift-itu-bisa-membuat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/5155674968848559174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/5155674968848559174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/02/terperangkap-di-lift-itu-bisa-membuat.html' title='Terperangkap di lift itu.. bisa membuat anda.. pengen nangis, takut mati, dan ketawa !!'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-8868621643027925574</id><published>2009-01-05T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:13:27.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><title type='text'>KL again.. but I dont really mind to live here. Hehehe</title><content type='html'>It's 10:21 PM KL time. And I just got back from hometown, Jakarta, which full of traffic jams, and you can't avoid it everytime you go around the city. It's true. Well, eventhough that city has traffic jams, it also keeps a lot of "views", if you know what I mean. It's good for your health. Especially for boys. Hahahahaha. That's the reason why I don't wanna go back to KL sometimes. Hehehehe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, tomorrow is my first day of school for term 2. Well, the school started today though, but I couldn't come. Because I was still in Jakarta. School again, school again.. The place where I can meet my friends. But.. Im gonna lose my lovely classmate. Which is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adin&lt;/span&gt; (I forgot your full name !! Sorry !! ;D), she had been sitting with me since I moved to Indonesian School of Kuala Lumpur 4 months ago. And suddenly.. She is going to leave ?? I was like, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE F*CK MAN ?!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;" and yeah.. she is going to leave. Oh well.. Take a good care of yourself, buddy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna get some sleep now. See ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-megalomaniac-&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/4782788882760274218-8868621643027925574?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/8868621643027925574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/01/kl-again-but-i-dont-really-mind-to-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/8868621643027925574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/8868621643027925574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/01/kl-again-but-i-dont-really-mind-to-live.html' title='KL again.. but I dont really mind to live here. Hehehe'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-1825379684994962969</id><published>2009-01-03T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:16:23.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories of the Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boredom'/><title type='text'>Hhmmm.. Midnight stories.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, it's 2:05 AM in jakarta and im not asleep. Waiting for my brother to come home and bring some food for me !! Woo hoooo !!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, while i'm waiting, i'm just gonna write some stories. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First one, it happened when im still in Mutiara Int. School. It all happened when Mr. Markshear (I forgot how to spell his name hahaha), the principal of the school, saw a video of 3 guys, David L.K., Max, and Qal, which are my good friends, drinking beer at TGI Fridays at Pavillion. Well, Qal drank Light Coke rather than a beer. Hahaha. Meanwhile, David got his Heineken or Guiness and Max got his Tiger Beer. Then, Qal recorded them when they drink the beer. Especially David. He drank the whole glass for 5 secs, man. Damn. When Dave asked Max, he refused. Maybe he doesn't want to get drunk easily. Hahahahaha. But thank god I didn't come though. Too lazy. Hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second one is funny though. And idiotic. Well, the story was about this kid, Nicolaus or Nick, threw a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;condom&lt;/span&gt; into girls toilet. I know, what an idiot. And Qal recorded it, and I was in the video. Damn it. Oh well, I don't really care. Hahahaha. It happened when Dave gave a condom to Nick and he opened it. In front of public (etc. GIRLS). I was like "Oh f*ck. Why the heck did you open it, man ??" and he was laughing like an arsehole. Hahaha. Chill, nick. Then, Qal turned on his camera and recorded it. Oh, and Max recorded it also with his Sony camera. So us, Qal, Nick, Me, Dave and Max went in front of the school and Nick was getting ready to throw his "rubber" into the girls toilet. He was moving around nervously. I said, "i'm not in !! im not in !!". Hahaha. And a few mins later, yes, he threw it. WHAT THE F*CK !! He did threw it !! And we all ran away to the court and laughing around like idiots. Hehehehe. And two or three days later, Qal uploaded the video to YouTube. Again. But I don't really give a damn. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks later, Mr Shiraz (a stupid indian teacher :D), and Mr Markshear knew about the videos.  So they called Dave, Max and Qal to the office. Thank God they didnt call my name !! Hehehehe. The teachers told them to delete the videos. But Qal received a message on his YouTube account that told him to delete the videos before they catch him. But he didn't really care about the message cause he was watching Top Gear that night =.=. But he did delete it though. And now we're free of sh*ts. Hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And try to have a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-1825379684994962969?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/1825379684994962969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/01/hhmmm-midnight-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1825379684994962969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/1825379684994962969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2009/01/hhmmm-midnight-stories.html' title='Hhmmm.. Midnight stories.'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-608075051613594787</id><published>2008-12-31T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:15:55.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddies'/><title type='text'>31st December, 2008</title><content type='html'>Yeap. 31st December. The day when i was born 15 years ago. Dang, 15 YEARS AGO !! Quite a long time, eh ??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrite.. Let me tell what happened that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. I went online at 11PM, 30th December. Then, Devi came online and said happy bday to me. Thanks a lot :D. Then, at 11.35PM, i heard Supermassive Black Hole, a song by MUSE, and i just realized it came from my phone. It was a message. From who ?? From this girl named &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Annaba Ghassani&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gesha &lt;/span&gt;just in short. Hehe. Wanna know what she wrote ?? Well, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"happy birthday mega 'mon' haha piss ga.moga panjang umur sehat selalu..anggap aja udh jam 12 mlm,ngantuk gw nunggunya, hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*confetti splashing,marching band parading,people shouting [ lah? hahaha]"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe. I was smiling when i read that message. Hehe. Thanks a lot, Gesha !! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, Yaser said happy birthday to me. And everyone on facebook said happy birthday to me. Thanks a lot guys !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrite, I went to sleep after that. The next day, I woke up. and realized that my mom and my brother went somewhere without me. Oh who cares, actually. I wanna stay at home for the whole day. Which i did. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, at around.. 16.30 PM, my old friend, Ivo, came to my house and gave me a present which was a wallet. Shit, i just bought a new wallet. Haha. Oh well, it could be useful for me. Hehe. Thanks a lot, Vo !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time goes on.. I just realized im getting older which means im gonna get more fun !! hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, around 7.30 PM, me and my family went to Pizza Hut Kemang, well.. to eat and celebrate my birthday. Hehehehe. We arrived, and I ordered a pizza which full of CHEESE. yes, you saw what I wrote. PIZZA FULL OF CHEESE. DAMN !! It was bloody delicious man !! Hahaha. And suddenly, SURPRISE !! My brother gave me a hoodie in a plastic bag. I opened it, and it was.. PEE WEE GASKINS' HOODIE !! AWESOME !! Hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrite, we went home at.. 10 PM, i think. I kinda forgot. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrived at home, went online, turned on TV, watched The ChangCuters and all.. Awesome concert. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 23:53 Indonesian time, I got a message on my phone. It was from Gesha, and she wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wish you a happy new year,smoga kt bs mnjadi yg lebih baik.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks a lot, Annaba ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i just realized that the time in KL was 00:53 AM already. So i was like, "wait. did she wait for the time ??" hahaha. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, thats all for now, guys. Happy New Years everyone !! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-608075051613594787?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/608075051613594787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/31st-december-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/608075051613594787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/608075051613594787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/31st-december-2008.html' title='31st December, 2008'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4782788882760274218.post-347973043587671353</id><published>2008-12-31T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:17:18.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings.'/><title type='text'>watashiwa.. mega-kun.</title><content type='html'>hey guys. erm yeah, my first blog. hahaha. welcome to my blog then. have some fun. hahaha.&lt;div&gt;alright, my name is Megasuryo, just call me Mega or Megalomaniac. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4782788882760274218-347973043587671353?l=megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/feeds/347973043587671353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/watashiwa-mega-kun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/347973043587671353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4782788882760274218/posts/default/347973043587671353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megalomaniacisamegalomaniac.blogspot.com/2008/12/watashiwa-mega-kun.html' title='watashiwa.. mega-kun.'/><author><name>megalomaniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03846821910195017302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WqFtnzhpJr4/TZdHdF-wahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/C0B41Ku0hME/s220/000021_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
