<?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-29414628</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:59:07.135-07:00</updated><category term='m c'/><title type='text'>Bubbles in my head</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-4273281845895519703</id><published>2011-05-06T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T03:46:11.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foreign Legion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbg-QN83hMQ/TcPRYtxtw9I/AAAAAAAAALs/WdIGQGnAVEo/s1600/0000090091-foreil002-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbg-QN83hMQ/TcPRYtxtw9I/AAAAAAAAALs/WdIGQGnAVEo/s320/0000090091-foreil002-004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603552583914210258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to be in the army, ever since i was a kid really. But i never had that gut feeling to go through with it, things seem better when the thought of joining the Irish or British army came to mind, i guess because its in Europe and all and i love to travel. And somehow i think i wont get around as much in the Malaysian army, and what if i stuck with rempits, god help me. I know you can op to travel in the Malaysian army, but i think somehow as i go down that road ill never have the choice of either spending my life in Malaysia or another country of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 weeks i spent in Ireland was the best yet, how my aunt put up with me i have no idea her i love dearly and her 2 kids ( my cousins) and of course her husband, and the same goes for the rest of the family back home. But during my time there i found out about the Foreign Legion, and this just felt right to be....as i searched online as much as possible about it i realized this was it. To be around people of different cultures and beliefs but working together, as a team..and being part of a family and something bigger then myself. (You can wiki it for more info)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its tough, heck any army training is tough, but im prepared....Ive been ready for this for years...i need to push myself and see what i am made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ill do some light exercises to start getting my body in the right timezone (Malaysia, i just landed from Dubai and the day before Ireland). And starting Monday i start pushing myself, there is no one to force me to do anything, i will WANT to take up at 7Am....to learn up on French as much as possible...and train my body to be ready for the test the Legion will place upon me. And god willing if i am accepted i will except nothing but to be the best on anything placed upon me, maybe with the Discipline and Honor installed within me when my 5 years is over i will see where i stand on this world. And if i see that i stand with the legion then perhaps i will make a career off of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-4273281845895519703?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/4273281845895519703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=4273281845895519703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4273281845895519703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4273281845895519703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2011/05/foreign-legion.html' title='The Foreign Legion.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pbg-QN83hMQ/TcPRYtxtw9I/AAAAAAAAALs/WdIGQGnAVEo/s72-c/0000090091-foreil002-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-1133866721263105962</id><published>2010-10-05T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T06:06:33.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, oh wednesday......ohh....oh..........ooo snap</title><content type='html'>It is currently 2.25 AM and god damn it I cant sleep, I get really weird freaky dreams that are best not known to mankind and so I just stay up and keep busy till im so tired my brain will surrender to a no image closure agreement and everyone is happy. Sofi and Sarah (sisters) leave for Dubai tomorrow night, so we had dinner near Subang Parade, Arab restaurant, food wasn't bad but then again im often at these places just for the shisha. So while having dinner we started debating on the health issues of the shisha compared to cigarettes. I always thought the shisha was a safer bet since it didn't contain nicotine but then Sofi said the amount of smoke you inhale balances out the crap from a ciggy, basically the argument got nowhere so we decided to look it up when we got back...and this is what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the use of Hookah (shisha) has been commonly attributed to be much worse than regular tobacco smoke, tests remain inconclusive as to the true health impact of the hookah. Some studies conclude that Hookah smoke is safer than tobacco cigarette smoke[27], while other studies refute this claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each hookah session typically lasts more than 40 minutes, and consists of 50 to 200 inhalations that each range from 0.15 to 0.50 liters of smoke.[28][29] Reports by the World Health Organization and the American Cancer Society have shown that, in a one-hour hookah session, users consume about 100 to 200 times the smoke and about 70 times more nicotine than they would in one cigarette.[30]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water used to filter the smoke does not work efficiently to remove all the harmful chemicals.[31]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A study on hookah smoking and cancer in Pakistan was published in 2008.[27] Its objective was "to find serum CEA levels in ever/exclusive hookah smokers, i.e. those who smoked only hookah (no cigarettes, bidis, etc.), prepared between 1 and 4 times a day with a quantity of up to 120 g (the average bowl in holds 30g) of a tobacco-molasses mixture each (i.e. the tobacco weight equivalent of up to 60 cigarettes of 1 g each) and consumed in 1 to 8 sessions". Carcinoembryonic antigen (CEA) is a marker found in several forms of cancer. Levels in exclusive hookah smokers were lower compared to cigarette smokers although the difference was not statistically significant between a hookah smoker and a non-smoker. Also the study concluded that heavy hookah smoking (2–4 daily preparations; 3–8 sessions a day ; 2 to 6 hours) substantially raises CEA levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically its their both just as bad, but as I do shisha like..once every 2 weeks its all good...I think, ok this wiki doesn't really help. What was interesting though was finding out that this stuff actually could have originated from India...hah! Bet most of you didn't know that (myself included) always thought it was a middle eastern thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/TTWd-NMQ0vI/AAAAAAAAALg/gzQQVXD-NM0/s1600/blog_wrong_internet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" width="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/TTWd-NMQ0vI/AAAAAAAAALg/gzQQVXD-NM0/s320/blog_wrong_internet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret is finding out whats your favorite flavor and sticking with it, and since you can mix them around it usually takes a lot of experimenting before you find the right one for you..then there is finding the place that does it right. In Malaysia we get a lot of those stalls then leech on to mamaks or other restaurants and open up small shisha booths, I suggest you avoid these since they more often then naught use bad quality coal thus ruining the taste and your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once you find the right spot and your best flavor its just a matter of taking a break after a long day and blowing your troubles away, preferably not in someones face. I find Grape-Mint a good combi. Ill edit this later as soon as i remember a few good spots in KL for shisha....err..ing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-1133866721263105962?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/1133866721263105962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=1133866721263105962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1133866721263105962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1133866721263105962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/10/wednesday-oh-wednesdayohhohooo-snap.html' title='Wednesday, oh wednesday......ohh....oh..........ooo snap'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/TTWd-NMQ0vI/AAAAAAAAALg/gzQQVXD-NM0/s72-c/blog_wrong_internet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-3816574508292394434</id><published>2010-09-23T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:58:23.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive got the Magic in me.</title><content type='html'>Ugh its been awhile since ive written anything in this blog/thinking out loud place thingy. Im 22, and though i dont feel old ive realized SPM was 5 years ago, i cant believe 5 years have already passed by, its insane....i dont think i have gotten the most out of what i wanted in life, there is so much to do and so little time to do it. Plus i really need to get my shit together, like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ill be trying out for the military come next year, i decided to postpone the whole living in Ireland thing for a few more years....learn whatever i can from here first. Because i have a feeling when i leave im not sure ill be coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Family aside i have always been more comfortable around my own company...no not a loner, i blend in when i must but i dont mind going at it alone....jeez that sounds bloody goth like depressing doesnt it? Well it isnt, think of it as those journalist or explorers that travel the world searching for something, too deep? I think its a load of bollocks actually (i really wanted to type that word) but sounds cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Although i know ill probably go out of my way to do something so different from everyone else, that is just who i am....im the retarded lemming that 'wont' jump off the cliff, so to speak. Blast i dont even know why i keep writing this thing, i love writing but i dont think blogging about myself is my passion...i should really stick with stuff made up in my head, those are usually easier to write about. Maybe i should blog about other stuff, like...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Cats....no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well damn if im not gonna find a topic to talk about, alrite here is how its going to be. Im gonna explore the internet or maybe just while im randomly surfing, pick something i find interesting and discuss it here...yea...that sounds brilliant, better then my constant ranting anyway, bla bla life...bla bla sex. (just checking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And i already found a something to start off with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2AV3cmEWX4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/F2AV3cmEWX4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now this is brilliant, the video says it all so watch it before continuing to read. What im curious to know what would YOU do in his position, do you stay in the relationship or break it off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Personally i say stick with it, if being with her is as great as it is, then blast everyone fucks up now and again, yes shes an idiot but you can bet your ass shes gonna listen well from then on...although i am the type that forgives and forgets. Humans are such interesting creatures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-3816574508292394434?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/3816574508292394434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=3816574508292394434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3816574508292394434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3816574508292394434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-got-magic-in-me.html' title='Ive got the Magic in me.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-1846144751180532050</id><published>2010-05-04T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T07:14:06.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ach me Toe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/S-AqlSL-kDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4EDiXKs1EBo/s1600/30487_1335211975970_1101204736_30999771_7772981_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/S-AqlSL-kDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4EDiXKs1EBo/s400/30487_1335211975970_1101204736_30999771_7772981_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467416767653384242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again, as i type this the cat is licking herself on my mousepad and the Tv drones on about how amazing guns are on some Dicovery Channel. Things took a turn for the worse yesterday when while kicking the shield bag we use for our training at the kickboxing studio yesterday i accidently somehow almost pulled my whole left toe nail out.&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna seriously mess up my training and stamina build for the malaysian kicking record due end of june, i barely have enough time as it is so this isnt good...of course everyone panicked hahaha and i was more like "ah crap", because the pain wasnt that bad...i just found it interesting how a piece of me that has been with me since i was born almost got ripped off and might have to be pulled.Much thanks to my teamates and friends who got me bandages and Lani who walked me to the clinic *sniff*. So seeing the doctor it seems i would have to take a few tablets and and injection 2 days later to get the nail removed, i smiled, nodded and got the hell out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just gonna leave it how it is and if it comes off then it comes off and if my toe suddenly grows 10 times larger then ill get it fixed. But enough about that seriously disturbing stuff. (still preety cool though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the seniors there (though younger then me) Faiz, nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/S-ArPMM3LaI/AAAAAAAAALE/e2h8D4BIHIU/s1600/30487_1335254537034_1101204736_30999873_5554964_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/S-ArPMM3LaI/AAAAAAAAALE/e2h8D4BIHIU/s320/30487_1335254537034_1101204736_30999873_5554964_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467417487600987554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is what we really think of Faiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/S-ArepR0JeI/AAAAAAAAALM/CdiZZ6XJ7LA/s1600/30487_1335254457032_1101204736_30999871_8382196_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/S-ArepR0JeI/AAAAAAAAALM/CdiZZ6XJ7LA/s320/30487_1335254457032_1101204736_30999871_8382196_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467417753104426466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding Faiz...*whisper* maybe.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms back in dubai after being in Ireland for her dads funeral, she seemed ok and said it was a lovely funeral...i mean not your like your average funeral but really touching stuff, so uh it must be true. I wish i was there, but ill remember the next time i go back to ireland to visit him and finish a whole pint of guiness in memory of him, i know its stupid (hate beer) but i think i have grandpa to thank all those years ago for giving me a sip when i thought it was coke and taking me off beer forever, i dunno...it feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working on my celtic again since my friends brought it up, gonna head down to parade tomorrow perhaps and get anything i might need...especially really really thin and sharp pens for the detail, i really hope to draw like my uncle one day. Im also loving the fact its right after i take money out of the cash machine is when i suddenly need to use half of it right away, that night alone i had to pay for the clinic and medicine, then slippers because i came with shoes so that wasnt possible and plus the studio fees. -facepalm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wondering how my love life is going, its going alrite, going...going...gone hahah...its alrite i guess. Dont mind being single but your really do miss the companionship (no not sex), you know doing stuff with a person who understood you and what you were about and vice versa. But in the meantime i try keep myself busy. (i love pretending everything is alrite *grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im off to soak in Detol and see if i can make it for training tomorrow, i still have other body parts (no..nooo) to train even if my left leg isnt working at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-1846144751180532050?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/1846144751180532050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=1846144751180532050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1846144751180532050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1846144751180532050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/05/ach-me-toe.html' title='Ach me Toe.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/S-AqlSL-kDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4EDiXKs1EBo/s72-c/30487_1335211975970_1101204736_30999771_7772981_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-3157407030562930315</id><published>2010-04-27T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:15:04.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Release.</title><content type='html'>Second post in 1 day, the end of the world must be coming. But i felt like writing though i have no idea exactly what i am about to type. Maybe ill just make random topic, but leaning towards Life from the way i see it. Maybe about how almost everyone of us dont know what we are doing most of the time, and how everything seems so massive and huge and complicated its a wonder how any of us are gonna fit into this whole scheme of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But hey im just thinking outloud, so forgive me if this gets weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Earth, ah yes earth...i never get tired looking up at the sky especially if its a clear night, somehow seeing all those stars, i mean its infinate, space just goes on forever and ever and ever and ever...and to realise we are just this really tiny planet, I mean i could be born a blob on some planet called Kikilala and the chances of that happening would have been higher then being born this planet. In this particular age, where fastfood exist, the internet (porn, har har), and tech that are amazing and fantastic that are invented everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean that has got to make life itself worth living, but sometimes i forget...which might explain why im posting so i can remind myself more anything. I have to remind myself that i can do and be anything i wanted, that this life i have is the only one i have...for like.....ever, this is it. And i have to enjoy every second of it, i love making people laugh, i love watching all my cousins and the rest of the family couped up at our grandparents place with the yelling and screaming, i love being in love with a girl who understands me and loved me for who i was and the shitty baggage that comes with it, i love sitting on top of the roof sometimes and watch the stars and listening to my almost dieng Mp3, i love watching people from 2 different races and culture together, i love that god damn song in discovery where everyone sings their favourite routine, i love being around my friends, i love travelling, meeting different people and breathing in a different kind of air, i love sitting next to the window on the plane and watching the clouds and the city lights, i love my moms cooking, i love watching how my parents are with each other and how after all these years they are still very much in love, i love my nieces and nephews and i should spend more time with them. (ill spare you the others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life is just so short to waste it on being depressed or angry or sad...but of course shit happens to make us feel the way we do, and sometimes its so bad you just cant seem to shake the feeling off and so it just screws itself deeper inside you. But at times like these its the things you love and the people you love that help you get through it, even better when you have someone you truely love and respect to go through with it as well. I have so many regrets, stupid small mistakes that leads to another that leads to another ( you get the idea) and i know i screwed up bad, like real bad..and just because i want to fix it really bad doesnt mean its going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It didnt matter that some old guy that lay dieng in some hospital bed regretted everything he did, how he wished he could say he was sorry to his son, or wish he didnt act the way he did that caused his wife to leave him, it was too late. And no amount of wanting or trying would change that.(Note i said his gonna die any second so no he cant call his son in time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So in a way you can redeem yourself but dont always trust that oppertunity to come knocking, not everyone you hurt will forgive you, not every stupid mistake you do just goes away. So what do you do? I think you need to forgive myself first, to stop hitting yourself for messing up, no one is perfect...you will always, and i mean always mess some major shit up but thats what life is all about isnt it? Giving you crap so you learn from it. Somehow this is straying hahah, but i think you get where i am going at here. (i hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ok at this point my mind draws a blank, and im really tired. -yawn-&lt;br /&gt;i might continue, then again maybe not. Good nite ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-3157407030562930315?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/3157407030562930315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=3157407030562930315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3157407030562930315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3157407030562930315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/04/release.html' title='The Release.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-6460424826884367704</id><published>2010-04-26T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:23:44.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of Zelda?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/S9Zk_G66WRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Th7k2aapnVw/s1600/insidepix1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/S9Zk_G66WRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Th7k2aapnVw/s400/insidepix1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464666233212918034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey and good afternoon to anyone and everyone, it is currently 12pm here in humid Malaysia and i have just gotten back from another driving test, it shall have been my third one...erm..this week. It seems to be going well, i mean besides the part where i almost ran down a police officer it was all good.....hehehe *evil laugh*. Note dont say "So your life is in my hands huh?" to your driving intructer before you drive, you get a better effect 5 minutes later on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather god bless his soul passed away a few weeks ago, and im glad i got the chance to see him when i could last time when i was back...but of course it was never enough. Fortunately my mom was already in Ireland a few days ago before that so she got to spend sometime with him. I hope shes alrite, im terrible at cheering up the people i love when they got really upset or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my brother aaron is moving in a couple of days to the 12th (or was it 16th floor). Dear god before you know it the whole family is gonna each have their own floor, its kinda like living by yourself but technically not really. Although he is bringing the PS3 along so all is overlooked and forgiven. *nods seriously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Brilliant games, no wait 3 are looking to be out this year which i can hardly wait for....*drum roll* STARCRAFT 2 (YAY) , DIABLO 3 (YAY) , AND CATACASLYM WoW (YAY) They all are so awesome i dont even have a favourite. But i really need to get this shitty old come upgraded and once i get the release ill start tinkering with it, that way if it blows up in my face ill have time to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fridge is empty so every meal is like a battle for  SURVIVAL. Plus im out of cash too since i havent had any request for drawings done this month hur hur hur, Penpal is such a bIt#h. And yes i am still in Kickboxing at SS15, ive made a few friends and it really is a great way to exercise...it is of course mentally and physcially exhausting but its a price i shall willingly pay to get MAH SEXAH BODEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much besides that, i think i should have my license by the 13th and Aifiq might decide to throw some huge party or something to celebrate. But more like a 'DEAR GOD HE FINALLY GOT IT' then a 'CONGRATULATIONS' kinda thing...they just need me to drive them home after they get wasted since i never get drunk.  = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh which reminds me before i go, A MUST WATCH. I have tons more of these posted on my facebook profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uRv8gnBMiWM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uRv8gnBMiWM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-6460424826884367704?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/6460424826884367704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=6460424826884367704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6460424826884367704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6460424826884367704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/04/legend-of-zelda.html' title='The Legend of Zelda?'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/S9Zk_G66WRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Th7k2aapnVw/s72-c/insidepix1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-3661266561509032524</id><published>2010-04-17T03:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T03:07:21.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeyyyy ~</title><content type='html'>Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wouldn't forget you and so I went and let&lt;br /&gt;You blow my mind&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet moving&lt;br /&gt;The smell of you in every single dream I dream&lt;br /&gt;I knew when we collided you're the one I have decided&lt;br /&gt;Whos one of my kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey soul sister hey that mister mister on the radio stereo&lt;br /&gt;The way you move aint fair you know&lt;br /&gt;Hey soul sister I don't want to miss a single thing you do&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Heeey Heeeeey heeeey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time I´m so glad you have a one track mind like me&lt;br /&gt;You gave my love direction&lt;br /&gt;A game show love connection we can't deny&lt;br /&gt;I´m so obsessed my heart is bound to beat right&lt;br /&gt;Out my untrimmed chest&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you like a virgin your Madonna&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always gonna want to blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey soul sister hey that mister mister on the radio stereo&lt;br /&gt;The way you move aint fair you know&lt;br /&gt;Hey soul sister I don't want to miss a single thing you do&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can cut a rug&lt;br /&gt;Watching yous the only drug I need&lt;br /&gt;Some gangster I'm so in love&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I'm dreaming of you see&lt;br /&gt;I can be myself now finally&lt;br /&gt;In fact there's nothing I can't be&lt;br /&gt;I want the world to see you'll be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey soul sister hey that mister mister on the radio stereo&lt;br /&gt;The way you move aint fair you know&lt;br /&gt;Hey soul sister I don't want to miss a single thing you do&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;Heeey Heeeeey heeeey, tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-3661266561509032524?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/3661266561509032524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=3661266561509032524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3661266561509032524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3661266561509032524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/04/heeeyyyy.html' title='Heeeyyyy ~'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-6822312438660376074</id><published>2010-03-19T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:45:46.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick Boxing 101.</title><content type='html'>As im writing this a baby is trying to break the sound barrier in the background so my concentration isnt what i would say at its fullest, but ill manage. Just got back from Aifiqs house last night at 6am with the rest of the guys so i kinda woke up a bit late *wince*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But on a much more healthier note ive joined a kickboxing club at SS15 in Subang and its been a great experiance for me. And this all somehow started when Zaileen suddenly heard about it and had a sudden urge to try it out, she dragged me and sari along naturally and well i was instantly hooked. You know all these different from normal stuff attracts me, bungee, rock climbing, etc etc and ive always wanted to take some form of self defence and if i had to choose between them all this was totally in the top...uh...3...thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/S6RpwVczs0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/HTtYBAKaLjE/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/S6RpwVczs0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/HTtYBAKaLjE/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450597728137753410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm not the most attractive image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway starting out has been loads of fun, everyone is really friendly and you quickly make friends (i guess the whole punching each other and rolling around everyones sweat gets rid of the whole shy akward thing) and well the attractive girls that you know have been there longer and can probally break your neck with a kick is kinda charming as well. In the whole dont-do-anything-stupid kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructor (whom we call Kruu) comes by maybe twice a week seeing as we has other places to be as well and is well...bubbly if i had to choose a word, but he knows his stuff and though his really friendly wont hesitate to be serious if you step out of line. Reminds me of my dad actually, pay attention to what he says but dont take him seriously or you would get easiely offended. No wait..that sounds alot like me. Oh god im turning into my dad! *clutches head*  Anyway going off topic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing are going at their own pace i must say, i really enjoy spending time there (plus its a great workout) then i decided to host some kinda swimming thingy for the members at the condo next weekend. Ive asked the seniors who are in charge when Kruu isnt around and he says thats a brilliant idea (Well not brilliant...but you know..good) So ill just put the details on the memo board and hope someone notices it...ha........ha..ha......*cry*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life still in the shit but hey its not like i cant stand being alone (hah!) no really. With the kickboxing to focus my mind on things are going preety well, i think ill just go along with the ride and see where everything takes me...if you know...that makes any sense to you, or me. Since i dont think anyone reads this, which i dont mind either (hah!) *koff* since this blog is more like an outlet for my writing, which reminds me...should i post the short stories ive written here? I mean, well....uhh...maybe ill just touch it up first or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats about it i guess, another short post. Ide drag it on but that baby is driving me up the wall and my brother is coming over later for a visit so i better get the place squared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-6822312438660376074?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/6822312438660376074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=6822312438660376074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6822312438660376074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6822312438660376074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/03/kick-boxing-101.html' title='Kick Boxing 101.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/S6RpwVczs0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/HTtYBAKaLjE/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-6360508281257281776</id><published>2009-11-16T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:24:54.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Dead. (for a bit)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SwFrWWXiHrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Hi4Pz2QHGJc/s1600/tahan6ok4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404719059526885042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SwFrWWXiHrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Hi4Pz2QHGJc/s320/tahan6ok4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another post! After.....after...after sometime! Limewire is my bestfriend. *hugs* or are you not suppose to tell people that cause it might be illegal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Nov 16, parents have been back and gone back again to Dubai so yes i am still at home alone again. (sometimes hehe) nah just messing, unless you count the visits from my sisters. My brother is currently in a very interesting Tv Show but im not allowed to say anything about it yet, wait till the 29th this month when it goes on air and ill post more on that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The House is currently in shait condition, Sarah (sis) and marina (sister-law) and the nieces were here yesterday so....well its more in a shait condition then the usual shait condition. Must....start...cleaning.......soon. *rubs forehead*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found an interesting Band Owlcity, unusual to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofiyah has somehow convinced me to join her to Mount Tahan this coming january so im going to have to build up my stamina for the long hike up, i mean like seriously....cause if anything happens its a long way down. (As in hiking back down not falling from the moutain ha...ha.....*clears throat*) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404719629172272690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SwFr3gdk7jI/AAAAAAAAAKM/mPLak6h5lQg/s200/Ireland.NASA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided in my pursuit to be writer/journalist thingy (nice) Literature would be the best choice besides mass com. But hey! Never mind that i cant spell to save azims (friend) nuts its worth giving it a shot if im serious. Somehow studieng overseas seems like a very very appealing idea at the moment, especially if its Ireland....plus with my euro passport getting a part time job here and there will be possible for a little extra cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Budget is tight so i try not to go out so much....plus there is so many great PC games that are coming out soon or have came out so must save for those! Damn original prices. But hopefully cash might start to flow in when i start working with Sarah (sis) on some huge painting in some arty gallery (which reminds me sari im gonna ask you) for some (im loving this vagueness) showing. So my sis is going to need a few hands in finishing this thing, might take a month and around 3-4 days a week. I hope i dont have to draw, i prefer colour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair is getting longer and messier, i wish i could say sexy messy *gag* its actually just messy messy....which is annoying...but im praying for a miracle that somehow it will look like something when it grows a certain length so fingers crossed. Cant remember if i mentioned this earlier but i went to ireland for a couple of weeks, it was brilliant....there was this huge world travelling carnival thing that happened to be showing at the park that day and its free! Of course after every performer does his act you give him what you thought the show was worth...now this shit would never work in malaysia (ha ha) but the shows were actually brilliant and the performers great at what they each did and were funny as well so they kept the audience laughing. My favourite guy right here, god damn it i cant remember his name, oh rite Alakazam! The guy that can, well.....you get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404721588388813042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SwFtpjHM2PI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aL9Bs2bk8kI/s320/P6190154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zelda (the cat) is doing fine, she goes nuts now and again and we start running side by side across the house (i kid you not) but other then that its usually peaceful, untill i bath her...then i need my bulletproof vest and a S.W.A.T team ready by the door. I should really be careful with this living alone with cat thing...next thing i know im getting me one of these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404722151367107618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SwFuKUXr5CI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KDaQSoQ5XU4/s320/CATLADYSTARTERKIT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-6360508281257281776?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/6360508281257281776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=6360508281257281776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6360508281257281776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6360508281257281776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-from-dead-for-bit.html' title='Back from the Dead. (for a bit)'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SwFrWWXiHrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Hi4Pz2QHGJc/s72-c/tahan6ok4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-4252065611663938283</id><published>2009-09-01T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:01:59.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan. Part 1</title><content type='html'>Well its currently been interesting these past few weeks, its currently fasting month but so far things aren't that bad (ha  ha). Though on the first day me and a few friends went clubbing to celebrate her finishing some law exam, which left me feeling extremely guilty but you know how time heals everything? Yeah well...it does hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on other news my brother got into big loser (Or was it big fat loser) basically its a show where big people compete in teams with each other on losing weight and the winner gets around 100k. I think it began in the U.S but now there's some kind of Asian Part of it.  Wish him all the best with it, he definitely has been trying to lose weight these past few years but this might give him a final good push in the right direction. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ireland was a blast, and i felt like i definitely appreciated it now more then ever since im alot older. Im definitely glad things havent changed much, but the boys (cousins) are all grown up now hahaha kinda. Steven (12)  likes to act all grown up and i think he really enjoyed having a 'big brother' around the house, James (6) just enjoyed having another person to play with. I stayed at my aunts house for the duration of the visit while sofi stayed at another. (to avoid sibling plotting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was summer so the weather was actually very good, (Note you dont always get Good summers in ireland because of the rain) the sun was shining, but the birds were chirping and all that other gay shait. I helped my uncle begin working on his backyard, it was heavy work but i enjoyed every second of it, i liked the thought of how for years to come when they talked about the garden they knew i helped. ( a bit) It was like being part of something solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie was a blast, she brought us around dublin and introduced us to her friends and their clubs. And so was everyone else, i dont know but being in Ireland made me feel like i belong. It made me want to move there one day and just live out the rest of my days there, though possibly that could have just been the Holiday Nausia talking. Something to consider in the future perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks upon reaching home life went on as it usually did, i also met a very interesting girl that wasnt like anyone ive ever met before. Just when your about to die from routine, life throws you something quiet unexpected and in this case pleasent. Shes definately Not like any other girl ive ever met which made me call her and ask if i could see her again, which was hilarious since i cant remember ever asking a girl something like that. It definately wasnt like me which made me think "what in gods name am i doing". Though cant say i regret that choice now, im curious to see how things turn out because at this point i have no idea myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Part 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-4252065611663938283?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/4252065611663938283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=4252065611663938283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4252065611663938283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4252065611663938283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramadhan-part-1.html' title='Ramadhan. Part 1'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-6288115476508721011</id><published>2009-06-12T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:48:17.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All my bags are packed, im ready to go..</title><content type='html'>Well im off for Dubai tomorrow night for 2 or 3 days to finally visit my family (moms side) and see all my cousins and aunts. Yay! I ammmm thinking of calling her before i go but......err..i dunno...ugh...better not, i wouldn't know what to say. hahaha.....*sigh*. Well see ya in a few weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-6288115476508721011?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/6288115476508721011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=6288115476508721011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6288115476508721011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6288115476508721011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-my-bags-are-packed-im-ready-to-go.html' title='All my bags are packed, im ready to go..'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-7031596044173310737</id><published>2009-06-06T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:44:39.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday ~</title><content type='html'>So looks like im 21,well about 3 days ago hahaha, Cj told me he had something planned so naturally i worried. But i had fun, we only found out on the location like last minute so we couldn't get more guys and girls then planned but thankfully some could make it even if it was last minute. There was Rose and her friend, shes like a really really old friend i knew way back when her mom ran the restaurant at my condo so it was great seeing her again. Ide thought ide invite someone else too but aif didn't like the idea at all hahaha and i guess it would be weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was this fairly new club at Sunway Hotel, MoS it was called i think, plus it was ladies night so the girls could get in free. Funny though how after a few times when i got into clubs before when im FINALLY the legal age to get in they finally actually check my ID hahahahahahaha so that was hilarious, well for me cause you know...that..uh..nvm. *clears throat*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was great, the guys got 2 bottles out and poured everyone a glass mixed with coke. Unfortunately their attempts through the whole to get me drunk only resulted in me having a bit of a balance problem but besides that i still had my mind intact. So nice to know my irish side of high alchohol tolerance level exist yay. OH WHICH REMINDS ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok picture this, im starving right? So i head down around 12 to get lunch and after i get it i decide to go for a swim, so i leave the food all wrapped on the table near the pool side and do my laps. While i swimming i notice a dark shadow above on the roof and realize its a monkey! Now if this was a few years ago i wouldn't be that surprised since there used to be a small plantation nearby but that's all been wiped out now and full of houses so i thought the monkeys were gone with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how it was quiet a distance away i decide to continue with my swimming, 5 minutes as im passing by i notice the monkey 5 feet away from the table where my food was put! So i start swimming like a mad man towards the edge and the monkey is instantly alert, i pause before hauling myself out of the water and the monkey and i stare at each other for a few seconds, both complementing our next move. Somehow it knows what i have in mind and quickly grabs my lunch and runs to the nearest tree, naturally i laugh my head off. I was so hungry, *moan*. So i just bought maggie, ugh. How talking about my Irish alcohol thingy reminds me of this i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news i guess the whole deleting and blocking thing is kinda helping things with me a bit. Things are kinda rough but im going through all this 1 step at a time, a taste of my own medicine. *Smile* Well i gtg..i might edit this but its 4AM. Err yea i have a little trouble sleeping these past few weeks hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-7031596044173310737?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/7031596044173310737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=7031596044173310737&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7031596044173310737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7031596044173310737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday ~'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-9072272386381020332</id><published>2009-05-22T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:47:23.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know about you guys...</title><content type='html'>But this guys blog is the #%!#%!# bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/03/01/temporary-tattoo-fail/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-13585" title="fail-owned-sticker-fail2" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/02/fail-owned-sticker-fail2.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;Fail Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-9072272386381020332?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/9072272386381020332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=9072272386381020332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/9072272386381020332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/9072272386381020332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-about-you-guys.html' title='I dont know about you guys...'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-2313582071922865790</id><published>2009-05-20T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:33:57.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGWTFBBQ.</title><content type='html'>So my parents are back for a few weeks, 2 i think and the house is all busy again. OMG yay home cook food! (though we just had kfc but they just got here...they will learn) they arrived around 7AM and we had our CHECK ALL DA BAGS moments, you know, when a family member comes home from overseas to because want to see you and miss you much but you just wanna see what they got in the bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we went through all the hard ass candy first, salt and vineger chips *shiver*...and 50 other chocolate brands i just cant mention without the urge of puking engulfing me. And i got another skull shirt from my mom, i think shes trying to hint me on something....i have no idea what exactly but as soon as i found out ill let you know. But the rest werent really that bad, thank god...it could be worse, like those parents that get you the christmas sweater that makes you avoid people you know when wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though in my case it was boxers with interesting coloured stripes, gay pole dancer if i remember someone saying.......but uhh.....unless sari drugs me and has me running around in public with them they should do just fine like any other boxes. *grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got an iphone Mini Wooohoohoooo, for my upcoming 21th birthday this june which is completely awesome, no more weird ding ding songs on my phone, now i can play some real music among other things. awesome phone *chant chant*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err thats it for now, ill keep this updated if anything interesting goes on. Oh yea and if ya have any tips on great and useful programs i should get for my iphone lemme know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-2313582071922865790?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/2313582071922865790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=2313582071922865790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/2313582071922865790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/2313582071922865790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/05/omgwtfbbq.html' title='OMGWTFBBQ.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-1916919654764644119</id><published>2009-05-16T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:03:34.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Pills.</title><content type='html'>Well sorry that ive been away lately oh loyal readers (1 58 year old guy waves in an otherwise empty room) . But it seems life is currently content on keeping me very very busy. Medina is coming back tomorrow (ah crap) so bye bye bachelor pad, not that we used in the first place *depressed*. And my parents should be back from Dubai on friday for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Ive also realized a long while back that ive made probably the biggest mistake in my entire life and as im writing this will probally lose her and there isnt much i can do about it. Though it did bring some new insight into my life, like how most people love to watch love movies and such? Its because they like to see a happy ending, ok wait scratch that, almost everyone likes any movie to have a happy ending? And do you know why? Because real life just has too few of those, which.....god.......that...that just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So here i am on the edge of the abyss...exposed before the unknown, and the feeling is worse then walking to your school to get your SPM results. But ive made my move, ive thrown everything i have into this small opening...and thus accept whatever befalls me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But besides that everything is great...ha....hah....ha...*koff*. Ive discovered the art of wasting more time in the form of Poker in facebook among other things, im also running out of the things to cook so starvation is ready to set in as well, though with luck the cat might decide to feed on my corpse thus surviving long enough for someone to rescue it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jesus this post is morbid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-1916919654764644119?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/1916919654764644119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=1916919654764644119&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1916919654764644119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1916919654764644119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleeping-pills.html' title='Sleeping Pills.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-6967184984910047081</id><published>2009-04-25T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:48:59.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers Block.</title><content type='html'>Ahhh finally found that damn wallet, stuck between my friends car seat. Sick. *fuh*. Ok first the thing that comes to mind first, my cat plays fetch. i know, but i kid you not.....i think boredom has brought on some kind of identity crysis in my cat. I dont know how it started but all i remember is wrapping a simple plastic bag into a ball and throwing it, then having the cat chase it and bring it back to me. And its been like that ever since. Maybe ill post a vid on it in youtube, you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next on the agenda! Ive decided to work on my own little gaming reviews on pc games ive played, i mean might as well get something out of it. Of course im not expecting it to be a major hit or anything since their are loads of other sites which do these for a living but i think it would be good for me. Let you in on my first post tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/02/28/bike-owner-fail/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-13547" title="fail-owned-bike-lock-owner-fail" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/02/fail-owned-bike-lock-owner-fail.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://failblog.org"&gt;Fail Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-6967184984910047081?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/6967184984910047081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=6967184984910047081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6967184984910047081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6967184984910047081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/04/writers-block.html' title='Writers Block.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-6581832261055800478</id><published>2009-04-10T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:03:44.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gahhhhhhhhh!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry i haven't been posting, i lost my wallet 2 days ago and i cant think straight..im the kinda guy who doesn't really like loose ends *Italian mobster voice*. Seriously though, i think the cat hid it to get back at me for giving it a shower...argh i need my wallet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-6581832261055800478?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/6581832261055800478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=6581832261055800478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6581832261055800478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6581832261055800478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/04/gahhhhhhhhh.html' title='Gahhhhhhhhh!!'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-2022267640217703995</id><published>2009-04-07T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:27:48.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh....my....god.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SdupMLMx-lI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2sCRB5L5fA4/s1600-h/funny-pictures-wet-cat-counts-your-days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SdupMLMx-lI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2sCRB5L5fA4/s400/funny-pictures-wet-cat-counts-your-days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322033411298294354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER............BATH...................THE..............GOD............DAMN............CAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-2022267640217703995?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/2022267640217703995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=2022267640217703995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/2022267640217703995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/2022267640217703995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/04/ohmygod.html' title='Oh....my....god.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SdupMLMx-lI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2sCRB5L5fA4/s72-c/funny-pictures-wet-cat-counts-your-days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-8148355328979490957</id><published>2009-03-22T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T07:47:56.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of company?</title><content type='html'>I have decided to get a cat, the house is getting really quiet lately and it could use some life. I mean duh i go out with my friends and there is class but afterwords im usually at home and the mood gets really gloomy. Besides i think it would give me some extra responsibilities and stuff to do and ive always wanted a cat, though my parents were never fond of the idea nor are we allowed pets in the condo (but feck that) and my parents are never around so that should be good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First  went with the buying idea but there are plenty of cats in need of home and shelter so ill be checking animal shelters and such. To my suprise i scoured the net and there were plenty of forums in malaysia with people posting on animals and such that they found and would like to put up for adoption, which i really think is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basically the kind im looking for. Grey and a few months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/ScZNeY5aYTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Q3hyPLoar4c/s1600-h/cute-grey-kitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/ScZNeY5aYTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Q3hyPLoar4c/s320/cute-grey-kitten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316021594632118578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i know there will be the vet check ups, litter box *groan* , and a few toys here and there....definately a scratch thingy, my mom would lose her mind if the cat decided to use the sofa as scratch practise. But im definately looking forward to it so fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus im reading my post back and i sound like those old ladies that are 80, living alone surrounded by 10 cats....pleasent image that. Ah so thats about it, i know in my last post ide post a vid on the amazing kid? Having a little bit of trouble with that so ill try again next post. But in the mean time if your an animal lover and uhh...have a really really good sense of humour (not you sari hehe) here is a vid i found awhile back, its a bit restarted but so was bush and they let him run a country! So watch the damn vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQoNkYhnhJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQoNkYhnhJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-8148355328979490957?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/8148355328979490957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=8148355328979490957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/8148355328979490957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/8148355328979490957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-need-of-company.html' title='In need of company?'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/ScZNeY5aYTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Q3hyPLoar4c/s72-c/cute-grey-kitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-5808908729234981498</id><published>2009-03-18T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:32:50.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A small dash of AH GOD THE GREEN EYED MONSTER IS EATING MY BRAINS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/ScEPxRSplRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nNFv_OsrfUc/s1600-h/greeneyed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/ScEPxRSplRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nNFv_OsrfUc/s320/greeneyed.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314546374403527954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the title, ill explain later. Yes yes short posts i remember, so you think your fine right? Going well through a break up (dont worry this wont be emo) and suddenly you see a picture of her with another guy and it hits you again. Your heart suddenly aches like crazy and your heads dizzy and then it hits you.....your jealous! You break up with the damn girl and your jealous!? Are you retarted?? (its not a question).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw her with him in pics while me and azim were going through facebook, im fine now but i wasnt expecting that. Hmmm.......emotions still suprise me sometimes. I knew she was with someone from the phone but i guess it wasnt the same, the picture gave some twist of reality into it...showed it was real..."Ok shes with someone now so you....you go hug a tree". hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azim spent most of the day sleeping on the couch so were gonna go head out and find a bite to eat. Also i need to keep an eye out for any Monty Python movies i can get my hands on. And Pablo! Oh god this guy is great, i have to keep in mind if im ever going through a shitty day i should watch one of his vids on youtube. ill post one of his vids in this blog. It still classic vid week so yes ill still be posting vids throughout this week you should check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next post will include this Kid that will blow you away ( no...not like...oh god nvm) he makes his own songs and was the opening act for YOUTUBE LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/trrb9FDfuGo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/trrb9FDfuGo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of his short vids, and my favorites i believe....somewhere...this girl exist....if you like this guy watch his full performance, erm just search in youtube pablo part 1...then 2...etc etc. And i promise its my last post on past relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-5808908729234981498?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/5808908729234981498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=5808908729234981498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5808908729234981498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5808908729234981498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/03/small-dash-of-ah-god-green-eyed-monster.html' title='A small dash of AH GOD THE GREEN EYED MONSTER IS EATING MY BRAINS.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/ScEPxRSplRI/AAAAAAAAAJM/nNFv_OsrfUc/s72-c/greeneyed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-3776433155220980001</id><published>2009-03-16T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:55:36.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Vids Week.</title><content type='html'>Here is a really really old vid i found in my favourites in youtube, its brilliant check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/84Ud3V9NPw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/84Ud3V9NPw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-3776433155220980001?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/3776433155220980001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=3776433155220980001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3776433155220980001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3776433155220980001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/03/classic-vids-weeks.html' title='Classic Vids Week.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-7861513086261613643</id><published>2009-03-16T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:32:15.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh bloody oh blada hell ohhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Sb81vvlOiuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gJx-znLf5x4/s1600-h/space-marine-picture-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Sb81vvlOiuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gJx-znLf5x4/s320/space-marine-picture-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314025179663207138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding ~ Another post in god knows how long, anyway the news! the other day sari told me about some guys in facebook throwing a party for about anyone for 10 bucks which sounds brilliant, definately gonna drag aifiq and azim along...also noticed her blogspot link posted in her msn and being the curious creature i am (its a polite way of saying nosy) i checked it out. God i havent read anything so funny in years, and i guess thats whats making me post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With any luck ill keep my blogspots short and more to the point from now on with some interesting vids and topics besides my dull life. Like...like......stuff! and.....other stuff! (im still working on it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and nadia have broken up, 3 months now, ive chosen to keep my old blog posts about us becouse ide probally find it really interesting material ro read when im like..30 or 40 (whaa??) unless she disapproves then ill remove them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see so far nothing new, studies same old same old......Heading to the irish embassy today with my brother for Saint Patricks ceremony thingy, my parents are in dubai so yeaahh.....tough. Blizzard is having a writing competition so im definately going to try out....i seriously doubt ill get first prize anda ticket to california but hell its gonna be fun writing a blizzard fiction, havent done one in ages...no doubt fans who actually make a living will join so......pfft..Up yours. And i really really like Warhammer lore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-7861513086261613643?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/7861513086261613643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=7861513086261613643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7861513086261613643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7861513086261613643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-bloody-oh-blada-hell-ohhh.html' title='Oh bloody oh blada hell ohhh...'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Sb81vvlOiuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gJx-znLf5x4/s72-c/space-marine-picture-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-5289773917026939383</id><published>2007-12-21T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:42:24.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m c'/><title type='text'>Dubai eh Dubai ah life goes onnnnnnnnn...(wtf)</title><content type='html'>Its December! That time of month where people are driven mad by christmas shopping, lamb sacrificing and shouting countdowns while hoping to kiss someone when you reach 0 ! Ahh....yes......December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently in my dads flat, if you would call it that....dubai flats are the size of malaysia 5 star hotels, i shit you not....in fact bugger i wonder what dubai hotels look like. I mean really! This building has a gym, sauna, a rooftop pool, sensor in the halls so it lights up when you go out...and these ARE FLATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course its still expensive but thank god the company my dad works for pays the rent. *nods seriously*, ah yes they have both left this morning to get a bed for my cousins who are coming to stay with us....all 7 of them....yes..you heard me......7. Asians...*shakes heads* hehehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meh i dont mind at all, just hope it doesnt give my mom alot of trouble....as im typing this im listening to irish folk music....which isnt at all bad...my favourite is whisky in the jar ~. But uhhh nvm that....sofi and medina are still sleeping, first i thought its just that their time thing is still screwed up coming from london, now i know their just lazy. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been.....4 days now, and my mom leaves on the 29th. I might join her....depending really, being if my dad keeps to being a pain in the arse....especially with my mom gone he would be more cranky then usual with no one to soothe the beast you might say...or control it. Ah never thought ide have so much lamb in a row these past few days.......but the food is just amazing, *shiver*, and i really have to learn arabic.....with people keep thinking im one and speaking to me in arabic. Thats...uhh nice of them........i think, but proud still of being irish mate..and...uhh *Whisper* malaysian. Hahahaa nah just kidding, malaysians are loads of fun as well. Ah better then being an american...no culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia has been sick these past few days...(errr since i left) so i hope shes well, she really has me worried...*sigh*. So thats another reason why i might be heading back early, not much to do here anyway well technically anyway.....all the action is in the city...we live in the outskirts, it would take like an hour to reach abu dabi. Arrghhh. Well im gonna amuse myself by watching He-man speaking arabic on telly...till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-5289773917026939383?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/5289773917026939383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=5289773917026939383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5289773917026939383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5289773917026939383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/12/dubai-eh-dubai-ah-life-goes.html' title='Dubai eh Dubai ah life goes onnnnnnnnn...(wtf)'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-1330244633678813645</id><published>2007-10-18T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:44:43.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikano Forevah!</title><content type='html'>Its friday the 19th already! Next month on this day my practical would have ended hopefully yay!&lt;br /&gt;Raya was a few days ago and im exhausted from going here and there to peoples open houses but its all good and fun. Ive had the week off but i start again this Monday *gah*. But nvm, oh yea mom left for Dubai 2 or 3 days ago before Raya so this was actually our first Raya without my parents.....she should be home end of this week but.....no rush *wink wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My niece and marina are currently sleeping in my parents room, they spend the nite over again and my brother is probably sprawled on some flat surface somewhere heheh. And right now i must have slept at a weird angle because my god damn neck is killing me. *Rub*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right so my Japanese finals are coming up but i really have to confirm the date again to make sure....and study! Dear god i have to study......really...no joke......i...i......ZzZzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm that was fun. ANYWAY me and sofi leave in december for dubai to visit my dad....nothing permament, and im just going to love the fact of being next to sofi in a cramped condition for a few hours with a fay guy next to me making noises while sleeping and resting his head on my shoulders...or maybe thats just the movies. *takes note to bring shoulderpads*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-1330244633678813645?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/1330244633678813645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=1330244633678813645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1330244633678813645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1330244633678813645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/10/ikano-forevah.html' title='Ikano Forevah!'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-3900774394164380713</id><published>2007-09-21T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T03:14:17.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pew Pew..</title><content type='html'>I miss you....im taking a 5 minute break from all this god damn work thats up to me arse...although it is my fault...gahhh i am soooo last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway definately straying off topic...ah nadia my love..*smile*. Thank you for staying with me for another month..which makes it 4!! Definately doesnt feel like it, thank you for being in my life and being there for me...and being such an amazing person who has made my life just breathtakingly more enjoyable and fun and different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love you with all my heart and more...so muchhhhhhhhhh more, never knew i could feel this strongly and care so much for a person who wasnt related to me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And as the months go by...(very slowwwlly i hope) ill enjoy every second of it with you by my side, who needs prozac when i have your laughter? Pains killers when i have your jokes (although those hurt too sometimes hehe) or anti depressants when my baby can just kiss them all away...or for now hug them away. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; God now i really miss you...cant wait till your in my arms again, and sorry for anything i might have done or not done and me too ding dong to realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love you Nadia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-3900774394164380713?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/3900774394164380713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=3900774394164380713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3900774394164380713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3900774394164380713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/09/pew-pew.html' title='Pew Pew..'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-1658701232759487294</id><published>2007-09-16T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:56.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaboooommm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Ru0eTW8zrPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hZF3aaGdLbc/s1600-h/rider-wipeout-racing-bike-crash-photo-motorcycle-accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Ru0eTW8zrPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hZF3aaGdLbc/s320/rider-wipeout-racing-bike-crash-photo-motorcycle-accident.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110774470062353650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a pain in the arse just typing this blog, it would seem today i got hit by a van....while on my bike......though dating the most amazing girl on the planet makes you the luckiest guy on the planet thus saving me any real damage...and of course God for not putting me in a hospital...thank you god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets just say i got careless and didnt see the red light becouse nobody wants to get sued here, and as im going straight i see this van and everything i mean literally just moves in slow motion.....i get hit by the side HARD and get pushed forward for about 1 meter or so, *wince*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im fine like i said.....bumps and bruises but jesus you should look at the bike...its totally.........wrecked, im sitting by the side of the road looking at the bike i just got 3 WEEKS ago stucked under the vans bumper and cursing myself for being an idiot. Oh helmets got a bit of paint scrapped off....jackets wet.....gloves too, but....my phone.....everything just went right off.....all thats left is the bloody skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to make our police reports and so and so....etc etc......just got back 2 hours ago, already went to the clinic...it would seem i have a 5 day leave...meh...ill have to pay those back so no difference. Anyway gotta run...wrist is killing me......I LIVE!! Aouwww #%!#%!%(&amp;amp;$#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-1658701232759487294?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/1658701232759487294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=1658701232759487294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1658701232759487294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1658701232759487294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/09/kaboooommm_16.html' title='Kaboooommm..'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Ru0eTW8zrPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hZF3aaGdLbc/s72-c/rider-wipeout-racing-bike-crash-photo-motorcycle-accident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-3098355701003691839</id><published>2007-08-29T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T03:57:47.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vrooom...</title><content type='html'>Check your friendster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i got myself scooter! Updated! Roar.....and my dads leaving for Dubai this friday night.....&lt;br /&gt;And and....nah thats it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-3098355701003691839?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/3098355701003691839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=3098355701003691839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3098355701003691839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3098355701003691839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/08/vrooom.html' title='Vrooom...'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-7216062479951451776</id><published>2007-07-31T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T21:23:21.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter *Bum bum bummmmm*</title><content type='html'>Dear Nadia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Err yes in case your wondering this is a letter, which i shall be putting in my blog for awhile for my goddess to read....couse im lonely leave me alone damn it. So erm yea...*clears throat* Hi Nad! Im currently in what seems to be the store room with 3 ladies in the other room chatting about whatever it is ladies talk about. (Besides me) Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I AM STILL hoping somehow magically someone will somehow drop their top up card and you will pick it up so you can send me a message saying how you are! Unless this is revenge for last night....then nvm. Ok lady just made a scary laugh.....ANYWAY break kinda actually started, but we can only go down at 12.20 so it doesnt seem like were taking our breaks early even though all the rooms are set and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          My soul aches to hear your voice again....(Apalah! Last night didnt get to say goodnite again) so i just count the hours till i can finally get home and give you a ring. Oh did i mention i got a walkie talkie today? *Kzzccttt* Elo elo, occupant room 204 needs a kick in the azz for not cleaning up after himself in the toilet*. I got into trouble for that one....some people cant take a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        You have no idea how glad i was to be there for you that night, it scared me to think how you would have been if i had not been home or not near a phone or if my battery was dead. So please forgive me if there was a time i wasnt there for you.....becouse i am and will keep doing my best. *Smile*. I wanna hear your safari laugh! I want to see you when you wrinkle your nose and look so amazingly adorable it melts my heart. (God i hope no guys who thinks i am cool reads this blog,thats not a bet nadia! No copy pasting!) And dont be sorry! *peck* If you dont cry how can i hold you in my arms to comfort you? ^^ (Err not that im encouraging anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Ok well im gonna go eat now, oh and just for small update for the readers (yes this is still a letter for you sayang) im currenly doing my practical at UITM hotel Shah Alam till the 11th.....as in the month *Groan* with no pay *die*. Well im off for lunch.....ladies just left *shiver*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Miss you so much, but better this and knowing ill see you soon then facing the fact i could have never gone to that party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ali,&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-7216062479951451776?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/7216062479951451776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=7216062479951451776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7216062479951451776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7216062479951451776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/07/letter-bum-bum-bummmmm.html' title='The Letter *Bum bum bummmmm*'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-2645857759806610510</id><published>2007-07-14T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:56.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike a violent pose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Rqv5WXdItzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vZI5aH8gVmc/s1600-h/363463241l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Rqv5WXdItzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vZI5aH8gVmc/s320/363463241l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092437966321137458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helur helur.....tis me Hektor! Your god...your creator, back for the moment......i am now about to start working for 4 months in my dodgy uni hotel (Wonderful) but on the plus side ill be seeing all my old classmates....well most of them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about time too.......my dad was getting edgy seeing me around the house...heheh although he still might, due to uhhh a few technical errors i have not been able to secure a room at the student flats......ahh and this would be so much easier if i had a driving LICENSE to drive back and forth from although this might be a result of my dads careful planning to keep me away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i cant really see why his complaining, his going to work in Dubai in 2 or 3 months and well thats the last time we see him for a long time back in malaysia...and after sofi is done with SPM my mom is leaving to join him........but...what about me?? What about sofi! What do they have planned with the condo? The house at melaka? Everything here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis a scary thought, but hopefully we keep the condo....to many strange and nice memories, my first kiss....second...third....etc...but lets not get into that.....yet...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omera has grown up so much now! Shes about 6 kg's and weighs a tone...who needs to do lift ups when you can carry her in your arms around the house, i better be careful....somehow i get the feeling im  going to be the uncle who spoils her, Imanisa is well too....but you know the first few weeks babies always still look the same to me besides skin tone, and shes really fair so it will be interesting to see how she turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This family is expanding fast...next thing we know medina is going to come home saying..."Mom, im married!". And knowing medina that wouldnt suprise me much....much that is. Also i have 2 classes a week....so thats not bad.....ill just have to see what the schedule is like before i do anything just in case..*wink wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that everything is well....Nadia is keeping me insane but very very very happy...thank you nad *peck*. Sofi is her usual self *hiss*.....and everyone is doing their own thing, they look so busy i think i need to fine my own thing to do....hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope they leave the car...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-2645857759806610510?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/2645857759806610510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=2645857759806610510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/2645857759806610510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/2645857759806610510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/07/strike-violent-pose.html' title='Strike a violent pose!'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Rqv5WXdItzI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vZI5aH8gVmc/s72-c/363463241l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-7738650250162856873</id><published>2007-06-28T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:56.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scary Unknown future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RoOk3z5TMjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/X4Kv3UbIDu0/s1600-h/20050602_Swiss_Plane2_2489x2496_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RoOk3z5TMjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/X4Kv3UbIDu0/s320/20050602_Swiss_Plane2_2489x2496_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081086083334353458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Becouse im finally starting to think awhole lot about my future more seriously then i ever did before, i cant continue just hanging around the houses and doing nothing while waiting for my course to continue or whatever and get away with it. Im 19 this month, hahahah and as young as that sounds getting a secure job isnt as far as it sounds....especially after the years of study your going to be doing before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       And no i dont picture myself working at all in the hotel line in the future, ive always wanted to do something different...unique....or whatever.In truth its my sayang thats helped get a few things i needed to get realised in my life......we've already gone out a few times and so and ide like to know i can afford to take her out, to buy her flowers now and again....to take her places and drive by her place when i want too without waiting for a cab. 19 and i already feel responsible for her...haha...*sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I've decided not to join this DCHL Network Marketing plan (for now at least).....first of all as great as it sounds i have no clue in doing business and if i ever did consider doing it it would be later on when i have a job and know alot more about it....and yea....thats that. Hey if theres rezeki then its not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Im seriously considering resitting for my SPM this/next year to improve my grades and get in Physics and consider doing the pilot course my best friend aifiq is doing.I've always liked flying or being in a plane...and you get to travel the world....well only at airports but still. And no its that im dumping one thing becouse im bad at what im doing and going for something else (Which in a very very small way is) but i want to start fresh again......i want to study hard and do everything right again, fark im only 19 so studieng a few months and getting results that could change the way my future went seems like a very very small price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And i wouldnt say i wasted a whole year, i did a certificate in hotel management...i learned something if not that much and i made friends. We shall see how it goes......im going to discuss this with my parents and ask on what they think. It would be great if i could do this years SPM but im afraid i wont have much time since its in november and its already july, which gives me roughly around 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think if i really took the 5 months seriously and studied hard i can do it. Nadia has been wonderful in all this.....last nite when i thought i had already decided on doing this DCHL she was very supportive and said if this is what i really wanted to do then i should go for it. Of course i havent told her about the spm thing yet....err yea wonder what she will think of that?&lt;br /&gt;*grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway shes in singapore now, she left this morning by bus with her mom and no doubt they spent the whole day doing what girls do in singapore...land of shopping. Gahhhh i havent topped up so i havent been able to reply the sms's shes been sending telling me what shes been up to. God i miss her so much, it would take 2 second having a converstaion with her to make me laugh or smile....she just makes me feel amazingly happy. Ive promised myself to do whatever i can to make her happy....and pinch myself every morning to make sure this isnt a dream. I love this girl so much........its....its......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RokfBT5TMkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DOshxZs-aJc/s1600-h/Picture+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RokfBT5TMkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/DOshxZs-aJc/s320/Picture+221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082627761845252674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                Beyond words....I love you Nur Nadia nyaz Ahmad....so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     You could say being with her that you could have had your house burned down...been robbed.....just got fired all in the same day, and know things are still gonna be okay or smile hahahah couse as im picturing it now shes sitting next to me with that smile on her face saying "Well at least you have your health".   = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             - Ok there is no point is keeping this on hold so as soon&lt;br /&gt;as my parents come back im gonna talk it over with them.......i really have to start thinking&lt;br /&gt;about what exactly i want with life, and the sooner i figure that out the better...and im&lt;br /&gt;preety sure doing nothing wont help. *smile*. Anyway.....wish me luck....with my whole      damn life hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Missing you loads empress ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truely,&lt;br /&gt;Ali. XXXX   Lotsa kinky love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-7738650250162856873?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/7738650250162856873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=7738650250162856873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7738650250162856873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7738650250162856873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/06/scary-unknown-future.html' title='The Scary Unknown future.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RoOk3z5TMjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/X4Kv3UbIDu0/s72-c/20050602_Swiss_Plane2_2489x2496_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-1879625074700115410</id><published>2007-06-19T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:56.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rediscover - Shake it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RnfpxV_m3dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xqBvxSvcxxg/s1600-h/Picture+268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RnfpxV_m3dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xqBvxSvcxxg/s320/Picture+268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077784138810318290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola....new post! Its been awhile...hahaha been a bit busy...well...no....erm....hmmmm.....god knows. Well here it is, finally a post...So i just got my UITM results ( ah crap) and i got 2.85 which isnt.....sooooo bad, but to my dad of course its crap though for him anything i do is crap so meh didnt care what he thinks....cranky bugger, god i hate how sofi gets away with murder with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nvm its been years and im already used to it, i get moody but nads always there to cheer me up.....i love that insane/beautiful/weird/amazing girl so much i cant get her out of my head. In 2 days it shall be our 1 month anniversery......jeez its already been a month, feels like we just got together a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahah oh yea i was at Nads today with puteri and khaliesa and it was fun, Nadia really has great friends and i know they care about each other. Well from what little i know......couse technically im still the 'outsider' hahaha. And after they left i stayed for awhile....later got a call from my dad saying sofis stuck outside the house becouse SHE FORGOT HER HOUSE KEYS, bloody smart lass. *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But cabs were hard to get at that time so i had to wait till 7 before i could actually get one....by that time i talked to her mom again....oh yea her parents come back from work together. Errr yea i dont think her dads like me very much, he gives me these creepy looks...those *This is my pride so watch your step little one* look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he looks a bit like my dad...beard...gruffy look....so yea....*shiver*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.....did i mention i failed japanese? Ah fark it...that means ill be taking that again....and i dont know if that means i wont do my practical! Which i must must do.....becouse my dad is sick of seeing me around the house. Hahahah...no really! He is....his as touchy as a septic bum these days...i swear to god. So yea....i have to call my lecturer to find out whats going on, but she wont answer her bloody phone so for the meantime im in the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything is so and so...Oh Marina (brothers wife) delievered yesterday! And i hope everything is well with them...havent gone to see them yet, i think ill follow my parents next time they go.....becouse well she just delievered and she must be exhausted and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So got back around 7.40....sofi was pissed....pissed...hah! Not my bloody fault she doesnt havet the keys, found out she spend RM16 at the cafe for her dinner! And our bloody budget was 5 bucks each my dad left us.....when he finds out shes in my room on the pc so somehow im the one that gets the whole  *Sajer buy so expensive to spite us crap*. Went to buy Tandoori becouse i was just having wayyy to much maggie these days....ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the way i met the cat that hangs around the local malay restaurent that was close.... she had her kitten with her! It was still a few weeks old and was adorable....me being the sucker i am spend the next 15 minutes playing with them....had nothing much so played with  the kitten with my shoelaces....it didnt mind...as long as it moved it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got my tandoori (got back realised they burnt the chicken... = =) and gave a small piece of chicken to the cat and headed back home. Just as i waiting at the left my parents get back so we go up together and thats that. Oh yea the picture is us in nads room, left is Khaliesa then puteri then me then my love of my life. Err and the lizard is mika. Spot the crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnndddd thats it!! Oh and i love arab food....you know how they make their meat a bit sour, yea.....da bom..hehe...mmm...yea..*clears throat*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smack that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant get that stupid line out of my mind ever since she said it.  = =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-1879625074700115410?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/1879625074700115410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=1879625074700115410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1879625074700115410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1879625074700115410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/06/rediscover-shake-it.html' title='Rediscover - Shake it.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RnfpxV_m3dI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xqBvxSvcxxg/s72-c/Picture+268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-3068556036688153286</id><published>2007-06-03T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:57.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me/Zorander/Something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RmLh7Zyz_yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ecv20eFJZG4/s1600-h/90081269_fe105c6e92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RmLh7Zyz_yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ecv20eFJZG4/s320/90081269_fe105c6e92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071864541025140514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAlor so im 19 today! And as im writing this i have 44 minutes till my day ends...hu hu hu, god im 19.....*old voice*. But it certainly was an 'interesting' day. I wake up at 8am (way to early for me) force every family member to wish me...hahahah..nah messing..(maybe)...and get on the pc at 8.30 am, realise im wayyyy just to tired and sleepy...go back to bed and wake up again at 9.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was going to be one of those normal days, except i know me and nadia maybe plan to catch a movie and such. Suddenly in my boxers and black shirt the phone rings and its for you....and its this guy....who at first i think is amir....which then sums up the idea that nads with him and shes planning a suprise...(ahh my sharp and quick mind) but then its actually a delivery...which....well....uhh...yea delivery...right...not buying that for 1 second but its within the realms of possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha...so after 5 mins im seriously doubt i have mail and start panicking couse im thinking nad might on her way up, so i quickly grab something decent and pants...(cant forget the pants) and i run out the door....and i hear this noise (spooky) and at first i think its the maid? Becouse i plan on suprising her at the lift....of course by the time i realise it shes the one behind me...so yea.......damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaayyy a bit draggy there.....anyway she bought me a cake! I mean...wow....if im lucky i might get a cake....but this girl im madly in love with wakes up early in the morning....buys a cake...and gets her friend to drive all the way to the condo...fight the condo guard for entry (hehe) and do her best to suprise me. That day alone could have made my year...nvm day...hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok screw this ill post then change it......do later...ZzZzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anndd im back...its been..(2 days) just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;Well my mom had her shock....guest coming in and the house in a mess hahahah which is usually all the time...(The house being in a mess that is) so she quickly did an emergency inspection of the house and especially my room..*blush*. Somehow the plan for leaving the house and watching a movie took too long so she decided we should just spend the rest of the day at my place (Fine by me...hahah *koff koff* anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea cake was shared with the family (she must have scored a few points there) and well i had fun....couse well no ones ever done that kind of thing for me (besides family). And what i love the most is how she can still suprise me after knowing her this long, something new everytime i see her....which makes me miss her terribly when shes not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah also i checked up on my practical and it seems we shall have to wait for our results.....im enjoying myself which worries me becouse time just flies by so fast when you are....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-3068556036688153286?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/3068556036688153286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=3068556036688153286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3068556036688153286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3068556036688153286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-to-mezorandersomething.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me/Zorander/Something.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RmLh7Zyz_yI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ecv20eFJZG4/s72-c/90081269_fe105c6e92.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-6563144119851539856</id><published>2007-05-28T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:57.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excessively Happy. (It bugs my sis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RninZ1_m3eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/l8R1rK8ymYE/s1600-h/NADALI2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RninZ1_m3eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/l8R1rK8ymYE/s320/NADALI2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077992642292669922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hektor! She said yes!! Well........she showed she said yes...*smile*. And as she just reminded me its been a week now...hahaha. God so well finally....me...ali....in love and in a relationship, (sofi laughs) and im still new at this but shes teaching me (with great effort and patients)  so im not completely clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its currenly 10pm.......my parents have gone shopping...which is very very unsual....becouse...well its monday...and they have work tomorrow...its usually on the weekends...rite? Hmmm.....but maybe couse the fridge was empty.....literally.....ahhh im starving.....and i miss her terribly, but i guess thats a bit of what being in a relationship is all about...The Loving...(kinky) The missing...The Calls....The hugs (love those) its like a breath of fresh air after........err a breath of not so fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay....10.30 and my parents are back...with food.....its KFC! But....im worried 2 pieces aint gonna cut it after going this long so i put a cup of rice in the microwave......KFC with rice....jesus thats hilarious..(note what i find hilarious might not appeal to normal people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....now its 11pm hahahaha...im stuffed.....and me and my sweetheart are having fun seeing our name sloganized on this website. But...i think shes disconnected again so ill continue with the blog.Hokay.....now its 12...bloody hell...ok ok no more put off's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im still on my holidays....and im going to call up one of my lecturers to find out if i can get some hotel somewhere thats at least better then UITM. I mean...really the place is crap...only good thing about it is thats its near, which doesnt amount to much...besides knowing ill be near her.Did you know she has the most amazing laughter ive ever heard? And im not just saying that becouse im with her or anything.....but i know if i was having troubles or worried about something ide forget them as soon as i hear that laugh. (And the winner for cheeziest lines goes to Ali! *clap clap*) Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course i have my small worries as do all couples, can we do this? can we manage that...etc etc...but nothing that she cant brush off me.*smile*. Im still deciding what to do after this practical thing....3 months seems like ages, and in a few more days ill be 19.....which...is gonna mark my last year as a teen...couse im sure no one says 20 teen....i wonder if i can legally go to clubs yet..*thinking*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay...ide like to say im straying off the topic but there isnt a specific topic im actually talking about here, its mostly about the stuff thats been going on for the past few weeks. Medinas back in ireland....my cousin got married yesterday.....sara is currenly in her room sleeping next to her baby and my niece omera.....sofi is plonked on my bed...which means im sleeping on the couch again...and my parents are in their bedroom sleeping. Hahaha you know i still think i should have gotten that RM500 shirt that medina offered to get me for me and then give it back to the shop and get me a few hundred other  kind of shirts with that money. Heck...thats like half my car license money, or like...70%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im close now to getting my license...a few more...200 or so and i should be good. Wont ask my parents...feel likes something i need to do...strangely enough. = = Ok someone is getting really impatient to read this BLOG so ill save the rest for another post. Nite Hektor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love you Nad. *whisper* pain in the...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-6563144119851539856?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/6563144119851539856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=6563144119851539856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6563144119851539856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6563144119851539856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/05/excessively-happy-it-bugs-my-sis.html' title='Excessively Happy. (It bugs my sis)'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RninZ1_m3eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/l8R1rK8ymYE/s72-c/NADALI2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-4041847146538140804</id><published>2007-05-23T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T06:04:17.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unquestiontably...not ble..happy...</title><content type='html'>Not sure what to blog...actually i have a general idea....but these past few days have been so amazing i still doubt if its actually real....so ill leave that at that for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hektor:What a bloody waste of blogspot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-4041847146538140804?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/4041847146538140804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=4041847146538140804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4041847146538140804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4041847146538140804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/05/unquestiontablynot-blehappy.html' title='Unquestiontably...not ble..happy...'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-5176236927575257568</id><published>2007-05-19T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T02:34:13.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Is the Heart of Love.</title><content type='html'>Halo....so holidays are going so and so, as im writing this im listening to the band Death Cab by Cutie which i currently cant stop listening to. Shes come back from Melaka, well for holidays....as am i of course...and weve seen each other twice the past week at piramid..... so for the first time im walking in piramid, heading to the movie section...and im so nervous i seriously considering turning around to get myself together haha, but settled for just walking really really slowly. And as arrive i look around...but shes no where in sight, and i turn back.....and there she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my heart skipped a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything....there she is, right there in front me. Ive missed her so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a movie then with her friends.......The Hills Have eyes 2 (Nagasaris choice i had nothing to do with it...honest..i still havent watched spiderman 3!!) and about 20 mins after the  movie we  had seriously decided to run to another cinema and watch something else hahahaha.(We kinda did but that didnt go so well so were stuck with the movie)  Oh god shes so much fun to watch a movie with, i always thought ide be the type that really liked the focus on the movie? Couse watching with my dad years ago (Not anymore though) drove me crazy...he would talk about weird stuff when the movie was on or say "bullshit" as a actor made a move that my dad would deem impossible in real life....i mean its a movie! But with her i just really felt so comfortable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i met Nagasari her boyfriend Mr.Awesome. (hehe) It was fun....something i havent felt in awhile..&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out again the next day...we watched a movie..this time the...Blades of Glory (Spiderman 3!!) but it was actually preety good, so yea no need to exit the cinema early this time. And it seems someones gonna be a hair model *grin*. Also met another few friends of hers...and she was still the most beautiful person there.*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes coming to visit my place on monday.....ahaha and shes really nervous..about parents maybe, but knowing my parents everything should be fine...more so with my dad at work..*breaths a sign of relief*. Its gonna be an interesting day, more then you know. I cant or dont know how i could possible put into words how much ive missed her. And you have no idea how has its taken me to write this....~ ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-5176236927575257568?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/5176236927575257568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=5176236927575257568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5176236927575257568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5176236927575257568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/05/fear-is-heart-of-love.html' title='Fear Is the Heart of Love.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-5651170435690462312</id><published>2007-05-13T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:15:56.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>So everything is done...packed...sealed and delivered. Im at home....annnnddd i have a niece!! Her name is Omera joan mokhtar faruk. Shes adorable like hell, and well i bet everyone says this but shes different from other babies i know...she rarely ever cries...and when she does its not the loud type...shes exactly 9 days old now and my mom and sis havent been getting much sleep hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarahs gonna stay with us for a month couse of some confinement thingy so yea...my parents are having the time of their lives. Medina has decided she loves staying oversea's  and plans on heading back to ireland in a months time  and be back in malaysia for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that everything is normal (well by my family standards normal anyway). I still have no idea how or when my parctical is going to happen. Hmmm....nvm.....ahhh yes and my dad has decided he will take the job in Dubai...hahaha and his not leaving his old company....his calling it early retirement...couse then you still get all the benefits you had when working there like free ticket a year and such...smart guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts end of the year....and no doubt my mom will join him as he works in dubai. They havent really talked about what exactly happens to me or sofi....i think ill ask them one day. But really...what the hell would i do in dubai?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-5651170435690462312?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/5651170435690462312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=5651170435690462312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5651170435690462312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5651170435690462312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/05/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-8899490159560683221</id><published>2007-04-21T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T07:08:43.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But this is...</title><content type='html'>Waiting for that day when i wake up and fall out of love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-8899490159560683221?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/8899490159560683221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=8899490159560683221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/8899490159560683221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/8899490159560683221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/04/but-this-is.html' title='But this is...'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-5675410391239384452</id><published>2007-04-12T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:57.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>None of this is true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Rh8hr4xncKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tAn_Yb56ZlQ/s1600-h/250px-The_Great_War_for_Civilisation_-_Dust_Jacket_-_Robert_Fisk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Rh8hr4xncKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tAn_Yb56ZlQ/s320/250px-The_Great_War_for_Civilisation_-_Dust_Jacket_-_Robert_Fisk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052794344791568546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elo Hektor....(yes im still doing the name calling thingy) so most of all my test are done, yay...currently on my 1 week study leave. It is now the 13th of April so my exams are gonna be wrapped up by the end of this month. And then i do my practical..*shiver*, if i do get ireland or london (depending where my sister is staying) it going to be.....scary...exciting...new. I could use new, definately new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster is closed...gahh, thats amazing...its rarely ever put on maintanence. Must be cleaning all the porn stars that have a profile. *grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if you guys have time read this Book called ' THE GREAT WAR FOR CIVLISATION-The conquest of the middle east. By Robert Fisk. Its brilliant...bloody thick, been reading it for one week and im not even half way done (and im a fast reader) . Robert Fisk is an english reporter whose been doing this stuff since the russians invaded afganistan untill Bush went oil crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him...no not in that kinda way but how he is on no ones sides, this guy has interviewed Osama before he was wanted. He's been to high goverment meetings and been in a field watching a young boy getting shot down by an apache helicopter. So if you love books this is a must have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Rh8h6oxncLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v2nmYhlnBls/s1600-h/news_story2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Rh8h6oxncLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/v2nmYhlnBls/s320/news_story2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052794598194639026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnnd here is a picture of him...and his book on top. Actually my book looks exactly like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot me if you've heard this but i think its scary to stay in a country for your whole life....i mean there's so much to see...or as my mom puts it. Life is a book and not travelling is like just reading 1 page....or something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course malaysia will always be home in a way, but i dont think i would be bothered much living in other parts of the world for a few years. Although i dont ill know till i actually do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are finally back from ireland...actually they came back last week, and not many teens can say this but my mom has actually very good taste in teen clothing....she got me this really great looking shirt and jacket which i loved, i think im one of the only few who would trust their moms to do their shopping eheheh. And like normal the fridge is full of chocolate...although i think we finished ours...the rest are for our cousins *sob sob*, i mean its Cadbery! I said to my mom...our cousins can buy cadbery here....and she said they dont sell them 'biggie size' here, and im like ' then by 2 bars for each of ours!' But yea...my mom wasnt having any of that...*grumble*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im probally gonna be in the house alot this week..get a bit of study done (shut up). Im actually serious thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-5675410391239384452?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/5675410391239384452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=5675410391239384452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5675410391239384452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5675410391239384452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/04/none-of-this-is-true.html' title='None of this is true...'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Rh8hr4xncKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tAn_Yb56ZlQ/s72-c/250px-The_Great_War_for_Civilisation_-_Dust_Jacket_-_Robert_Fisk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-1763576439043158245</id><published>2007-03-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:33:03.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah I GOT IT!</title><content type='html'>Its called a thumbdrive...woot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-1763576439043158245?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/1763576439043158245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=1763576439043158245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1763576439043158245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1763576439043158245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/03/hah-i-got-it.html' title='Hah I GOT IT!'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-7950938692334296163</id><published>2007-03-27T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:58.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadbery Bytes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Rgkx6RXuFrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F5k70Exhrd8/s1600-h/20060311_rw_5385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Rgkx6RXuFrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F5k70Exhrd8/s320/20060311_rw_5385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046619734610417330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tuesday and im at a cyber cafe writing this after getting back from one of my Night Classes. (So tired... &gt; &lt;) As im typing this i am currently enjoying a packet of Cadbery Bytes that i have only bought the second time in my entire life...they actually taste preety good, but ive only bought them when i was starving so maybe my stomach is lieng to me. *Pops another cadbery into mouth*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally out of pure sheer luck i have managed to secure myself an....holy crap i forgot what it was called...erm its a thing you stick into your pc to transfer file and stuff? I know what its called! My memory cant grasp the damn name. SO anyway i found this on top of piona in the living room and well always thought it was broken...took it anyway got it checked and bingo....256 mg to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it seems we will be doing our practical for 4 months, BUT (Thank you god) we get to select where we work...so if i managed a trip to ireland and got a job there i would be able to send a letter to my university where they would confirm it and it would be accepted...awesome huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah also i think ive decided god does not want me to have myspace.....after trying twice (2 accounts..my yahoo and hotmail) and forgetting about it only remembering when people ask me..and after forgetting my password....asking for it through mail...and finding out it doesnt work. I think ill just stop, besides friendster is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems my love life status is currently set to dead...maybe its just me with really really bad luck. But they say friendship last forever right? If only ide met her sooner....or be that guy that could took away her doubts and fear, and walk with her down the yellow brick road and end up in another worldly island of amoure. (Dont ask).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of that....im sure ill get over her soon...give or take a few years...ahaha.....*slaps forhead*. HOLY....it seems most of my tests are happening next week, and im  really really really worried about my Japanese damn it. Its really harrrrddddddd. Gahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big pregnant sister sara is currenly babysitting sofiyah (believe me she needs it). Have i mentioned its a nice strange feeling watching your pregnant sister and sister in law in the same room talking to each other? Yea probally...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-7950938692334296163?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/7950938692334296163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=7950938692334296163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7950938692334296163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7950938692334296163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/03/cadbery-bytes.html' title='Cadbery Bytes!'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Rgkx6RXuFrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F5k70Exhrd8/s72-c/20060311_rw_5385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-5825565314964080716</id><published>2007-03-25T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:58.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should have known better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RgYxAhXuFqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ii4t1G9p06w/s1600-h/01+looking+out+the+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RgYxAhXuFqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ii4t1G9p06w/s320/01+looking+out+the+window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045774317542839970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish i was back in highschool....not couse i miss the atmosphere...or anything like that. But it seemed things were simple then, i leave back for college today. Cant wait for this semester to end, get my certificate and work in ireland for awhile like my sis....hopefully it will keep me busy enough to forget a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha although its gona be weird staying with my family....dont want to be a burden, so i think find a flat as soon as possible. Of course the job im leaning towards is anything in the hotel industry, im not really picky since im just there untill i can start my diploma which can only start next year....and staying here for 6 months with free time is probally going to make me do something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*, im not happy...which sucks balls. (something sofi says) and i dont know if thats just couse of me and i should cheer myself up, or find someone or something who can. And now my ears are killing me after having these headphones stuck to my ears listening to Justin's new song again and again and again and again. (All your fault Nad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....oh damn ill have to do the laundry, or shant have anything to wear to college hahaha....and soon so i can dry em quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-5825565314964080716?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/5825565314964080716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=5825565314964080716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5825565314964080716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5825565314964080716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/03/should-have-known-better.html' title='Should have known better...'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RgYxAhXuFqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ii4t1G9p06w/s72-c/01+looking+out+the+window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-4800355425299475005</id><published>2007-03-23T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:25:47.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hums*</title><content type='html'>Mushi mushi...hmmm been awhile since i blogged...hahaha and writing this only after being reminded by someone. *koff koff*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So helo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well looks likes everyone in the family is in some country or another hahahaha....moms in ireland, dads going to be in india (tomorrow morning) Sis is in London....and well the rest are here. Though im still waiting for that shipment to send sofiyah to alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going around lately, just a bit jealous sofi has the whole house 5 days to herself and i only get....2 or 1 and a half. Though no doubt sara and my bro aaron will come check on us, there goes the the bitches and whoes parties. *grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i know some people might find it strange i put facial expressions...or whatever in blogs but i think it makes it more interesting to read, right....not that anyone reads this...or 0000000000.001 of the earths population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God what the hell am i typing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh my sister just gave me this link...www.getthemilk.com , its crap for me but im sure the more not so hardcore gamers would enjoy it. (yes yes its hard damn it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They changed our dorm room today, built walls....which i really think is a stupid idea becouse the ones with a pc are just gonna surf porn all day....makes the room look smaller...and isnt as much fun, i mean now you cant you throw your pillow towards the other guy across the room couse he was snoring again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and im starting to get my haircuts from my roommate  " Q " . ( Yes we actually call him that, its short for Qushairi) And he gives a mean haircut...ahahhaha i like the part how his bending his knees and moving left and right to get the cut done properly. Hmm that sounds wrong, but yea he gives a good haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempts to get the guys to walk around with not only their boxers have failed miserable....though i did get them to stop wearing the spandex (boxers that are made of rubber) which i think is a good start. Mmmhmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.....thats it...ill save some for tomorrow. Night ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-4800355425299475005?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/4800355425299475005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=4800355425299475005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4800355425299475005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4800355425299475005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/03/hums.html' title='Hums*'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-9155527550130321415</id><published>2007-01-26T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:58.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsGbaIzGPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NNyX1g0BBLo/s1600-h/kraehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsGbaIzGPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NNyX1g0BBLo/s320/kraehe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024616877204379890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice weather today...parents went for a swim, *smile* their so weird....sometimes when they fight it seems so serious but untill now ive really just realised they really love each other, by the end of the day it seems as if nothing ever happened...my dad will say something or my mom to suddenly make the tense situation funny and everything just deflates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe yea they really were meant for each other, we can all only pray we find the kind of happiness they have found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway like i said beautiful day so i think i might go out and catch a movie,  Sofi is in the room watching the telly...SHE needs to go out more often though im sure she does when im not around. I think ill go to my grandparents tonight....being home alone is very depressing and besides i havent seen my cousins in awhile. I miss the choatic atmosphere...and my little cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm im starving..hahahaha...no really....i havent eaten anything all day, wheres a maggie when you need one *groan*. Oh and ive find out by my mom actually my family has a bit history with the hotel industry.....even the ones in Ireland...yup...i think 5 or 6 members of the family have been in the industry industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes its not as bad as it sounds...and im starting to really like this whole thing, ill definately see all kinds of people...places...etc etc the whole sher bang! Which means i really need to take my japanese lessons seriously, having a third language would really really help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok im off..*sigh*,  the sun is up for grabs...time i got a bit of exercise in....see you later Hektor ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-9155527550130321415?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/9155527550130321415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=9155527550130321415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/9155527550130321415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/9155527550130321415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-you.html' title='Hey you...'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsGbaIzGPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NNyX1g0BBLo/s72-c/kraehe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-7655152868148020599</id><published>2007-01-26T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T04:18:18.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh huh...</title><content type='html'>Man i really am weird...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-7655152868148020599?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/7655152868148020599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=7655152868148020599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7655152868148020599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7655152868148020599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/uh-huh.html' title='Uh huh...'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-9020966249758174836</id><published>2007-01-26T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:59.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh woe me...woe me *slaps poet*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsDpqIzGOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QvkXkRcwp0E/s1600-h/ixus_feb2004_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsDpqIzGOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QvkXkRcwp0E/s320/ixus_feb2004_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024613823482632418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayway...sorry about that...*koff koff*. Im back for the weekend it seems...ahh yes home....moms making lamb chops..thank you god , if i had another chicken ide go insane...and my teacher telling us eating to much makes our breasts grow bigger (WTF) doesnt really help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smile* ah yes about my situation, i really think im going mental here.....shes all i seem to think about...besides class of course, the teachers have great aim throwing dusters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since shes left its been miserable...yea yea drama...spare me, its no picnic feeling like this..i do NOT want to screw this up....shes really great...funny...but has alot of seriousness in her too....which i find deadly attractive *grin*. Ahhh i dont know...i dont know anything anymore, i think ill jump off a cliff...that way ill realise what i needed to realise...though ide die before doing anything about it...unless i put a bungee rope...but i dont think it will work then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeee??? This is not normal...im not normal (well as far as normal goes, i am a mokhtar anyway) Im seeing her tomorrow i hope...hahahahaha im so nervous its like back in standard 4 and looking at that girl i had a crush on. (though that didnt turn out well) so yea...*koff koff*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will she react when she sees me? *sigh* im guessing ill have to ask her straight out if she wants to be with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok im sorry i know this is all ive been blogging about...*Wince*. Im trying to think of something else but i just cant..its like...BLANK. An empty sheet.....nothing...even when i try nothing comes to mind...sad. Maybe i need a hobby...stamps or something (yea right).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-9020966249758174836?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/9020966249758174836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=9020966249758174836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/9020966249758174836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/9020966249758174836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-woe-mewoe-me-slaps-poet.html' title='Oh woe me...woe me *slaps poet*'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsDpqIzGOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QvkXkRcwp0E/s72-c/ixus_feb2004_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-9027995415885077671</id><published>2007-01-21T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:59.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Genting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsCpKIzGLI/AAAAAAAAADw/CHYimU-yR0c/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsCpKIzGLI/AAAAAAAAADw/CHYimU-yR0c/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024612715381070002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well left college on friday...and didnt sleep the whole night in case i woke up late for the bus that leaves for Genting at 8.30 am , hahahaha....so im awake the whole night watching Tv and keeping myself busy. Trip took about 1 hour, it wasnt far!! But you wouldnt be able to tell if you saw the place...its this place high up in the hills where almost everything is covered with the forest you thought you were a million miles away from the next city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought (me and the guys) would have an hour or 2 to look around after getting our beds before work but turned out just getting our pillows..etc etc etc...finally getting into the room took all the free time we had...ceh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i really need some new white shirts and black pants....the sizes i wear now look like they belong to my dad , and probally did. Soon i find out in the Hotel this is one of the Major Big Events the hotel was having....about 4000 guest. But i loved the part where they tell us we each have to take care of 2 tables...and 1 had 12 guest... = =.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea it was a big event...alot of cops (probally more to guard against the later drunked guest then anything else) and loads of Chinese Models....*shiver*. They had the ones standing in lines at the entrance and the ones pouring drinks table to table for the guest..(not wise whoever thought of that.) Things didnt go that bad...was a bit slow but i got the hang of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsDSqIzGNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YJ4U4uVf-rM/s1600-h/Genting+View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsDSqIzGNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YJ4U4uVf-rM/s320/Genting+View.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024613428345641170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never really get tired from these jobs...its the feet that kill you, oh and those bloody tea cups....we have to refill them with chinese herbal tea...ahhhhh and they drink so fast and theres only so much you can pour..(though if it was up to me ide tell them to hold on to the tea pot)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-9027995415885077671?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/9027995415885077671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=9027995415885077671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/9027995415885077671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/9027995415885077671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-from-genting.html' title='Back from Genting...'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsCpKIzGLI/AAAAAAAAADw/CHYimU-yR0c/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-4350466103572789259</id><published>2007-01-15T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:59.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UIT M...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsC7aIzGMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XqCyDkYQ9eA/s1600-h/uitm.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsC7aIzGMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XqCyDkYQ9eA/s320/uitm.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024613028913682626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey....im currenly writing this is a computer room in my college.....classes started..no wait...3 more minutes and our class start though i doubt our teacher is gonna make it. Though i wont keep my hopes up....glad the internet connection isnt so bad...so it was possible not to wait 10 minutes for every page to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting is kinda cool...the PC's are underneath a glass panel  but ive typed enough times to know where all the letters are so it isnt exactly a daunting task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ive just decided i really think im just gonna leave my blogspot at private....there is just wayyy to much private stuff to just show anyone, im a guy...we cant show our....sensitive side...unless its to a hot chick to show we understand what their going through or some crap like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok exactly 2.30 and teacher still isnt in yet...no my hopes arent up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha im practically the only guy on my row...the rest are on the other side....probally afraid ill bite *grin*. Nah....ah i have my first job coming up for this semester....another chinese banquet (or however you spell it) but its in GENTING! And since were working till 12AM we get to spend the night...thank you god. Although i hope we dont get some shady hotel and some part of the mountain thats unstable.....still hopes arent high so no worries there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pay is about RM50 and i am soooooo using that to pay for my driving license, so what...about roughly 12 jobs, ill need to do 12 jobs and i think i can wrestle 200 or 100 from my parents....12 jobs..*groan*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill live i think...my feet is gonna kill me no doubt...and not helping the only decent shoes i have cut through my skin which makes me walk like someone constipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i better keep this short...teacher might burst in anytime soon...and ide rather have everything logged off in case someone gets funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes not out of my head yet and i have no idea what to do...which basically leads to me doing nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-4350466103572789259?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/4350466103572789259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=4350466103572789259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4350466103572789259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4350466103572789259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/uit-m.html' title='UIT M...'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RbsC7aIzGMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XqCyDkYQ9eA/s72-c/uitm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-3257287167398914460</id><published>2007-01-12T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:59.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh im back *lands on the sofa*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Radpp6IzGII/AAAAAAAAADM/Ouo8J-jJ0Wo/s1600-h/leadhell.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Radpp6IzGII/AAAAAAAAADM/Ouo8J-jJ0Wo/s200/leadhell.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019096478429419650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ahhhh finally....comfy bed...food that can be eaten...and alarm clocks that dont yell or wake you up by throwing cold water on you couse your late to class but wasnt really your fault couse they wanted to go watch some stupid football match till late in the morning even when they knew we had class the other day and they have more energy couse they sleep in the evening's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fuhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh right sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thought ide never get back, first week is always the hardest i reckon....my classmates are all still insane hahahaha, after our first class we all headed out for breakfast at some mamak restaurent....catched up on a few things till next class started but heading back was the best. My friend who was driving wasnt sure of the way back....so he drove really slow to let the others lead the way....and then the guy ends up driving behind us really slow.....and now the other guy (3 cars altogether) thinking were doing something funny drives in front of us and goes really slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So for the next 5 minutes on the road there are 3 cars all in a line driving really really slow...hahahahah my stomach hurt with all the laughing, thankfully no cops about *shaking head*....So yea just an example of what their capable of with boredome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Which is what i was bathed in for the first week.....we hadnt really started on anything yet so technically there was nothing to study, so classes was basically what filled up our day...and when not in class, the rest of the guys are either sleeping...or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I cant stand sleeping....i mean i get enough rest as it is at night so i usually just grab the books i brought i read. (3 books can exactly fill out 5 days) Hmmm so i just have to keep finding 3 new books every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'She' is still driving me insane...when i finally get to bed i just stare up at the ceiling lost in thought (untill my bunkmate thinks im acting creepy and throws a pillow at my face) and if im lucky i just drift off. I still have no idea what her answer is....does she feel the same? *shrug* not a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But all in all its good to be back.....almost all of our teachers are new...and YAY no more accounts for this semester..thank you god. The teachers arent bad though i yet to meet them all...but our hotel teacher is kinda creepy...Mrs Fauziah, she talks in english ( to encourage us i think) but she has this accent ( i think she makes it up) and well.....when your trying to copy what shes saying....thats no picnic.(Heck it aint no dinner by yourself with maggie too.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I mean first she's reading from the book so all these nice charming words pop out....now i can understand them...barely, with her slang and all....but if im having a hard time imagine the rest of the guys? No...im not saying their english is down the toilet....im saying their english is fine but when shes using words where high understanding of english is necessary and they have to filter it from her (god knows what) accent then i dont think were gonna go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thankfully we only had 1 class with her for the first week, errr im thinking someone should tell her though coming from me she would probally take that as an insult (thinking im better then her) so yea....big no no there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And thats about it...ill add a bit more here and there but thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea my class rep is still gay....sooo gayy....he gets near me one more time and his dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-3257287167398914460?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/3257287167398914460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=3257287167398914460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3257287167398914460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/3257287167398914460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-im-back-lands-on-sofa.html' title='Oh im back *lands on the sofa*'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/Radpp6IzGII/AAAAAAAAADM/Ouo8J-jJ0Wo/s72-c/leadhell.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-7589387291085715194</id><published>2007-01-06T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:00:01.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Hektor...</title><content type='html'>Ok i thought ide call my blog Hektor, makes things more interesting (for me at any rate). So classes start tomorrow, and it looks like i shall be enduring another week of torture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get this deep bottamless pit feeling now of how i think i may be too late....she seems so distant, like...nothing ever really happened. *sigh*. Its to late to stop what im feeling, im already in love with her, i think i always have...and she says she feels the same..but i dont know...it just doesnt show....and i can say ive never felt more miserable happy in my life. And listening to james blunt is not #%!% helping. *shaking head*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Smile*, or maybe im just being paranoid...its just ive called...messaged.....and..not a single reply, nor a phone call. God i cant believe i told her i liked her before she left for college....it was more then that, and before i got to the rest...her dad walks down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im gonna go read a book or something, i wont blog for awhile..sorry Hektor..*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-7589387291085715194?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/7589387291085715194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=7589387291085715194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7589387291085715194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7589387291085715194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-hektor.html' title='Hey Hektor...'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-2709097211339903047</id><published>2007-01-05T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:36:59.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no will power....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ4rWWTVRtI/AAAAAAAAABs/zXhAEMZ2kTo/s1600-h/MalaysiaP44-100Ringgit-%281999%29-donatedth_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ4rWWTVRtI/AAAAAAAAABs/zXhAEMZ2kTo/s320/MalaysiaP44-100Ringgit-%281999%29-donatedth_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016494697881093842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*koff koff*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes a blog...ok im limitting it to 2 day..1 in the morning and 1 at night okay? Im sooory but really blogging is so fun, and im soooo free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm so just had a really long day...longer then usual..*smile*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pay my college fee and since i dont wanna bug my mom with her in the nursery i took the bus to seksyen 2...it takes 3 buses to get there...ugh...luckily i took the new Bus thingy KL something that you pay 2 bucks for a ticket and can keep using again and again for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to seksyen 2 first to use a pc with a printer, printed the bill from my college website and with that marched to PKNS to pay the fee.(Oh oh i had like RM400 in my wallet..it felt good) ^^. But after all the waiting and taking my time waking up it would have its lunch break at 12.30 and reopen at 2.30 so i left for Mac Donalds......had a doublecheeseburger medium set, and then headed back to seksyen 2 by cab and went online for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2 i made my way back by cab again...it wasnt that far anyway, and everyone was just waiting for that door to open...kinda creepy. Took my time....walked in calmly and grabbed my number....3643...and the current number was...3506, not funny...if your smiling ill kick you.So found a chair, took out my star wars book and started reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always find it amusing that people rarely if ever bring reading material when they know their gonna be waiting like in a bank...they just sit there...doing...nothing. Ide go mad, after looking at everyone (90% stupids..i mean students like me paying their fee's) i notice their holding an extra piece of paper..which supposely is a form, so i ask the girl next to me and after finding out shes a student like me she explains you need the form to fill as well as the that thing from the internet which i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i put my book on my seat and asked this nice old malay fellow for one, and got one i did...sat back (fuh) and continued reading. I think i waited 1 hour and it was just no fun....i think i was going to scream at that lady to stop saying the numbers...the big bloody sign is right there for everyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was relieved when everything was done...and took the bus back, bus was full but i finally got a seat....now this i dont get.....ok so we stop at some place and loads of people get in, and i see this malay girl maybe in her 20's standing in front of me....and well i would have offered to the older ones but i didnt see many and i didnt like drawing attention to myself so i stood up to let her sit, AFTER 5 seconds and her not getting the picture i asked her if she would like a sit...and she said "Takpelah." I mean....OMG....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i offer a seat i offer a seat..maybe shes afraid i contaminated it with some mat salleh desease, and so im standing like an idiot next to this guy for 5 minutse and no one takes the empty seat...were in a bus full to the brim with people standing up and no one wants a seat..its so hilarious i almost burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway the guy standing next to me must have decided ''well screw that im sitting''. Which i didnt mind but still i felt like an idiot. Look next time someone offers you a seat pls just take it....and no im not being all goody 2 shoes...its comman courtesy, look its easy..if your a guy just picture the women standing is your mom..simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just got back and im dead tired..listening to James Blunt - High like 10 times in a row now...suddenly loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-2709097211339903047?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/2709097211339903047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=2709097211339903047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/2709097211339903047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/2709097211339903047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-no-will-power.html' title='I have no will power....'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ4rWWTVRtI/AAAAAAAAABs/zXhAEMZ2kTo/s72-c/MalaysiaP44-100Ringgit-%281999%29-donatedth_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-4656687290749817854</id><published>2007-01-04T08:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:37:00.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Remedy For Low Blood Preassure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ0rpv5bf3I/AAAAAAAAABc/COYtXwTZPC4/s1600-h/blooddrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ0rpv5bf3I/AAAAAAAAABc/COYtXwTZPC4/s200/blooddrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016213556192575346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha i know i said 1 blog a day but techincally today is today...its 12:01 AM so basically its morning. Crap im sorry im just messed up now....these few days seem to take an eternity to reach tomorrow.......waiting half an hour for the clock to strike 12 felt like days, so yes..everything is going really really slow its driving me insane, which explains why im blogging alot, it gives me something to do...i eyes hurt everytime i touch them couse i cant sleep, i just lay on my bloody bed looking at the dark ceiling and after half an hour of silence turn the telly on and lower the volume so i dont wake up my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the title...i know she probally already knows this but i thought it might help..even if it is a little, took me awhile..stupid goggle is slow like hell or maybe its still just me...annndd here it goes, erm im gonna make this blog last awhile since i wont be able to post for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Here are presented a couple of useful low blood pressure cure home remedies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Raw beetroot (i dont have a clue what that is..gonna look it up) juice can work wonders in&lt;br /&gt;controlling blood pressure. Consume it 2 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Herb Indian spikenard is very effective and must be taken in doses of thirty to forty grains&lt;br /&gt;with a pinch of a little camphor and cinnammon (dalchini). &lt;-- Whatever that means.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Consume food rich in Protein, vitamin Cm and all vitamins of the B Group, as they are    extremely beneficial in preventing and treating low blood pressure. ( Of course im sure she    already knows this.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Consume salty foods and also while drinking water, put a half-teaspoon of salt in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Soak 7 almonds in water over night. Peel them and grind so as to make paste. Put the almonds    in warm milk and consume.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And these are 2 more couse it felt like it wasnt much.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Soak 32 small raisins in a ceramic bowl full of water  over night. Chew them one by one first     thing in the morning. Chew well and drink the water also.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crush 10-15 holy basil leaves (tulsi) and strain through a clean muslin cloth, Mis with 1 tsp    honey. Have it first thing in the morning.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ0o__5bf1I/AAAAAAAAABI/4qPfeJ6jDU4/s1600-h/enb07429x_beetroot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ0o__5bf1I/AAAAAAAAABI/4qPfeJ6jDU4/s200/enb07429x_beetroot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016210639909781330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats it...the rest are just repeats i guess. I know it probally wont help much if not at all but...i dont know just felt like putting it...and...other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh so thats what a beetroot is, i saw them in a movie once....i think you can eat them raw.*wince*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats about it..my brain is blocked, i shall now go to my bed and stare at the ceiling..*disgusted look*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-4656687290749817854?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/4656687290749817854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=4656687290749817854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4656687290749817854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4656687290749817854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/home-remedy-for-low-blood-preassure.html' title='Home Remedy For Low Blood Preassure.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ0rpv5bf3I/AAAAAAAAABc/COYtXwTZPC4/s72-c/blooddrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-1358140488652323454</id><published>2007-01-04T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:37:00.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually i think this is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZzaUv5bf0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/IV8U0Q6ZpUk/s1600-h/Amira1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZzaUv5bf0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/IV8U0Q6ZpUk/s400/Amira1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016124134973472578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm this isnt considered a Blog..i just put a pic..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-1358140488652323454?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/1358140488652323454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=1358140488652323454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1358140488652323454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/1358140488652323454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/actually-i-think-this-is.html' title='Actually i think this is....'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZzaUv5bf0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/IV8U0Q6ZpUk/s72-c/Amira1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-2624539527327319380</id><published>2007-01-04T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:37:00.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Soooo not my fault..</title><content type='html'>I know i should just post 1 blog a day....but i wanted to play Blitzkrieg II and when i clicked to start it ( oh erm its a  war game) it just shows a red box saying out of range, i mean what in gods name does that mean? That the game program i installed in the pc is in Thailand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or my pc cant reach into its file  deep enough to retrieve the  data? Ahhhhhh so with the option of spending my next few hours  playing as a german and killing americans..italians...and russians destroyed...im gonna write a blog..*sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's see...with so much spare time  ive been going through my emails and such....messages ive received,  and ive  realised  she's sent me more  then anyone else ever has.....and  ive realised how much she really cared about me,not just becouse she sent me loads but what she said in them.. crap and that made me feel guilty as hell becouse i felt i didnt  do as much as she did for me. ...and like a jerk becouse i never even thanked her properly for being such a great friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZzXAf5bfzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Gfetre8q_MQ/s1600-h/LL+303+Thank+You.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZzXAf5bfzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Gfetre8q_MQ/s200/LL+303+Thank+You.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016120488546238258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK no more blogs till tomorrow. *grumble*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-2624539527327319380?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/2624539527327319380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=2624539527327319380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/2624539527327319380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/2624539527327319380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-soooo-not-my-fault.html' title='Ok Soooo not my fault..'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZzXAf5bfzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Gfetre8q_MQ/s72-c/LL+303+Thank+You.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-7880431987001302916</id><published>2007-01-03T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:37:00.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh i am so bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZyAMP5bfyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aOxcXJc1wlI/s1600-h/n121590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZyAMP5bfyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aOxcXJc1wlI/s320/n121590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016025032898084642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for college to start, maybe then ill have loads of things to do to keep my mind off things.Never was good with free time....going through one of my sisters book to kill the time, ok i know this might sound weird but its normal right for a guy to read girl books? Ok look im as straight as the next guy but i find certain girl books very interesting to read....but not the ones with loads of bad weather and depressing stuff, more like Shophaholic where theres humour and such....sometimes its really fun to read, and gives me a bit of an understanding how the weird mind of a women works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides i still love to read fiction books...wars..and wars and scary ghost and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now im reading about this women whose in her 30's...just lost her husband to brain cancer..ok wait feck it...ill write you the short story at the back of the book...lets see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly and Gerry are the kind of married couple that others envy.Then, at the age of 30, Gerry is diagnosed with a terminal illness. Holly doesnt know how she'll go on without him, and in truth, she doesnt want to.But Gerry has other plans for Holly. Months after Gerry's death, Holly receives a package of letters that he's left for her, instructing her to perform a series of unexpected tasks. With the help of the letters----and her fun, quick-witted girlfriends and a raucously endreaing family that smothers, loves, and drives her crazy---Holly wobbles, weaves, and jokes her way toward a new life, even larger than the one that she'd been forced to leave behind. PS, I Love You is a tender, funny, unexpectedly romantic novel that readers will treasure in their hearts and minds long after closing the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started reading it yesterday night and i should be done by this evening.So yea its not all about lovely dovey stuff....its stuff i can understand like the weird family...funny friends etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its true and i dont care if your not buying it damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess its been added to my new list of favourite book types....Fiction-Horror- And erm...Loving Humour. ( Rigghhhtttt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm i hope nads having fun with the program...i remember when they put us through it, it was hell.Tried calling but im usually left with a voice message...i guess i really do have terrible timing, just hope she got my sms's. And i hope she rememberd to top up her hp *shaking head*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think this should be the only post i put in for the day....gonna get my college fee paid today i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-7880431987001302916?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/7880431987001302916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=7880431987001302916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7880431987001302916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/7880431987001302916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-i-am-so-bored.html' title='Oh i am so bored.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZyAMP5bfyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aOxcXJc1wlI/s72-c/n121590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-6415805747143015884</id><published>2007-01-03T06:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T06:03:44.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So about Part 3</title><content type='html'>Maybe finishing it all in one day isnt wise...so ill do that by the end of the week. Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-6415805747143015884?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/6415805747143015884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=6415805747143015884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6415805747143015884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/6415805747143015884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-about-part-3.html' title='So about Part 3'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-5968497823736063627</id><published>2007-01-03T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:37:00.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadia ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZu2fv5bfxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0aXiJLB_VVw/s1600-h/rose+white+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZu2fv5bfxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0aXiJLB_VVw/s320/rose+white+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015803266556722962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i dont know but with her being away i thought it would give me some time to...i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved her company be it msn or the visits to her house (Not those kind of visit' s  im harmless *wince*) I think you never really appreciate what you have untill its gone,ok yes i know she will only be gone a week and after that be back on the weekends once in awhile from college, but if im missing her terrible now...will it get worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bahar i kinda just put everything on shutdown.....and hardly anyone reads this if none at all so i feel comfortable enough writing it, I kind of made a small vow that i wouldnt fall for anyone easiely....i hated myself for feeling like that after we broke up...a bit depressing for my taste, i guess ive always used humour as a sort of sheild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now with Nad...im afraid...of what im not sure, alot of things i guess....afraid of losing her friendship if this doesnt work...afraid of losing her if i just played it safe.And yet every inch of me is screaming to just go for it...something im not very good at  and with no experiance in....sometimes while chatting ill be waiting for a moment when she smiles or laughs....when i say something funny ( i hope) or silly.....couse when she does it just.....oh god this is so corny *slaps forhead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she wrinkles her nose and how much she insists on reminding me she hates it..*smile* or calling me wa...(wait im not mentioning that here) knowing it annoys me.She doesnt take me seriously hahaha and gives as good as she gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i afraid of the most i think? Maybe how she might have always liked me as a friend better, and as long as were friends then thats fine...but i know it  will kill me later when we're talking and i watch her do her little things, and know i cant have her. I guess i really do think to much, i want to tell her everything...but time sometimes prevents it..and when we do meet up somehow everything just goes blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know she sometimes would like to go out but she cant becouse of her parents and such..and i totally understand, but it seems a part of brain it thinking she might not want to go out at the moment..or be with me, (which i know isnt true) how she would message or text me often..wishing me goodnight at college ( i loved those) and how i think things have quieted down now...which i think might be my fault, but somehow i use these as excuses for not calling her...or give me a reason to be annoyed at her...for what? For putting me down this road again.....and yet this is different, its....i cant put it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when was life so complicating? And another part of me is saying it isnt...its as simple as you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i just waited too long...i really do want to go down that yellow brick road and end up in some magical otherly worldly island of amoure with you. *smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-5968497823736063627?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/5968497823736063627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=5968497823736063627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5968497823736063627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/5968497823736063627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/nadia.html' title='Nadia ~'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZu2fv5bfxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/0aXiJLB_VVw/s72-c/rose+white+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-2408599554233251902</id><published>2007-01-02T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:37:01.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ5wUmTVRxI/AAAAAAAAACc/WYE-RLdH5VQ/s1600-h/fray_pic_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ5wUmTVRxI/AAAAAAAAACc/WYE-RLdH5VQ/s200/fray_pic_250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016570534118639378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite Bands...The Fray - She is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything  I need that I never knew i wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything I want that I never  knew i needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all up in the air and we stand still to see what comes down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where it is, I don't know when, but I want you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it falls into place with you and I, we go from if to when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your side and mine are both behind it's indication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to bring me clarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This'll take the heart right out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything I need that I never knew i wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything I want that I never knew I needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to bring me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything I need to that I never knew i wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything I want that I never knew I needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything I needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-2408599554233251902?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/2408599554233251902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=2408599554233251902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/2408599554233251902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/2408599554233251902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-is.html' title='She is.....'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ5wUmTVRxI/AAAAAAAAACc/WYE-RLdH5VQ/s72-c/fray_pic_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-4926760298650485471</id><published>2007-01-02T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:37:01.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 TO 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZso2_5bfwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hcbvAaC9NZE/s1600-h/DSCN5342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZso2_5bfwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hcbvAaC9NZE/s320/DSCN5342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015647535337537282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means in another 15 minutes its gonna be 12. So bought breakfast...or lunch in my case,went swimming...did the laps, and now im back here to continue my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 2  ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miro's sister Sasha fell ill before winter came, their parents though it was just the comman cold but after a week and the flu getting worse they called the village doctor, the only cure it would seem could be only gotten from a type of herb that grew on top the moutains but to go there with winter closing in would be foolish. But the neighbouring villages that lived at the foot of the mountains usually collected and stored them for their own purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Sasha was to ill to make the trip so their only option was to get the items needed and let the doctor do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There you are." Miro whispered to himself as he saw the figure on the road making his way past him, probally a lone bandit hoping for easy pickings. But then again...probally a scout, so miro kept his distance and continued making his way as silently as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dam it my mom needs help with something..guess ill finish this later...^^&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-4926760298650485471?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/4926760298650485471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=4926760298650485471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4926760298650485471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4926760298650485471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/15-to-12.html' title='15 TO 12'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZso2_5bfwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hcbvAaC9NZE/s72-c/DSCN5342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-4045366419967075918</id><published>2007-01-02T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:37:01.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning Wind ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ5txWTVRuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BVk76aoBfKI/s1600-h/P1010409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ5txWTVRuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BVk76aoBfKI/s320/P1010409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016567729504995042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its been raining at dawn....so the air is still a bit chilly...and when the wind blows...*shiver* i love it hehehe, thats whats happening now as im typing this its 9.38AM. Left Mtv or V channel on in the living room so the house isnt completely quiet....sis just left for the first day of school this year this morning and my moms at the nursery so i have the house to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ill listen to a few songs...and get some swimming done, hmm also need to pay for my second semester fee's.You know...i was reading a bunch of my old post and i realised i wanted to get feedback on stories i would post here.So i think ill write in a short story and you can tell me what you think about it okay people? (As in the only 2 people on the face of the earth that read my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miro felt a tingle go down his spine, despite his fathers caution of the area he had decided to travel through the icy roads to reach the neighbouring village where we would get the help he needed for his sister.Usually the road was safe enough but that was during the day and were it not for his fathers weak heart he would have made the trip himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped and looked around...the wood were quiet, but Miro doubt it was becouse there was something in the woods....it usually was during the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the distance a twig snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miro heard it instantly...being a skilled woodmans he knew enough to know that it wasnt his mind playing tricks on him, but to call out would be foolish...bandits and thieves often made these places their home and calling out would only bring attention to himself, be it human or not. He ran his finger through his fathers staff roped on his back...something he prefered having then nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, waiting in the middle of the road or checking the source of the sound wasnt wise so he decided to walk through the tree's...his sight not far  from the road so he wouldnt get lost, he could already see the village fire and it wouldnt be long now before he got what he needed and returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF PART 1  hehehe got you there huh? (yea right i wish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yea i gotta go down and buy breakfast...starving..then swimming i reckon, thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-4045366419967075918?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/4045366419967075918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=4045366419967075918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4045366419967075918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/4045366419967075918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2007/01/morning-wind.html' title='The Morning Wind ~'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ5txWTVRuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BVk76aoBfKI/s72-c/P1010409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-116762967297670651</id><published>2006-12-31T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:37:01.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ5u62TVRvI/AAAAAAAAACE/VgM0Fa5TgvU/s1600-h/P1020645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ5u62TVRvI/AAAAAAAAACE/VgM0Fa5TgvU/s320/P1020645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016568992225380082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....this is it...2007 bum bum bummmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i bet you all have your new years resolution...hmmm scary,i think we just make it up couse its tradisional...couse do people really stick to theres? I mean seriously. Though like everyone else i do have my list...Lets see....its..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Study harder.&lt;br /&gt;2) Get a 6 pack (no not the beer)&lt;br /&gt;3) Get my bloody driving license.&lt;br /&gt;4) Meet a whole bunch of new people and make more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats it really, oh wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Get a cool bike...(preferable scooter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yea, oh i celebrated New Years Eve in the car with my sis and parents while we were on our way back from Kampung for Hari Raya Haji , over a bag of dark forest chocolates.. &gt; &lt;.&lt;br /&gt;Aifiq's (Read best friend thing below) grandparents are having an open house tonight so my bro aaron and my sis sara are both bringing their spouses and were gonna go there just to sit around and eat...mmmm exciting. = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah and god it seems at the moment time is really moving slow...i guess thats the way it is when your waiting for something..or someone, so i seriously have to get my college fee paid and get ready for the whole new schedule crap and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was fun...got loads of new stuff...80% clothes..hehehe but i dont mind..wait..i think i already wrote this....*slaps forhead*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have the turkey, god mom makes the best mashed potatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ5vGWTVRwI/AAAAAAAAACM/wN8SvAssl5c/s1600-h/P1020676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ5vGWTVRwI/AAAAAAAAACM/wN8SvAssl5c/s200/P1020676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016569189793875714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh look...hidden mickey! No really i swear we didnt put it like that....its...truffle hidden mickey...hahahahaha (ive gone mad)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-116762967297670651?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116762967297670651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=116762967297670651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/116762967297670651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/116762967297670651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/RZ5u62TVRvI/AAAAAAAAACE/VgM0Fa5TgvU/s72-c/P1020645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-116705322042550583</id><published>2006-12-25T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T03:37:40.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve ~</title><content type='html'>So yea we just had our christmas dinner, and opened the presents and such....hahaha and i got loads of clothes, which i really need and like annnndd finally a bag for college. So everyone is relaxed, all ready to burst....and yet, something is missing......it just doesnt feel right, i mean i have my family all around me everything should be well....but...i dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-116705322042550583?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116705322042550583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=116705322042550583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/116705322042550583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/116705322042550583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve ~'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-116686195658418753</id><published>2006-12-22T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T08:02:39.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manye manye....( Yea i dont get it either)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/674423/christmas1024-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/320/6852/christmas1024-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Alo...told you ide write another one,so this is gonna be a blog about the people i know! Friends etc etc etc. So i was a bit of a loner as a kid (sad) no not really, i just enjoyed time with my friends or by myself it didnt make much of a difference to me. Not to SAY i was anti social, i had my friends though i was never in a group....you know like the cool group-chess &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/338797/DSCN4714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/200/113249/DSCN4714.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group-the kids with too much gel in their hair group, that kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dont know...maybe its a bad thing being with yourself all the time even if you dont mind.Socially unhealthy or something like that..i dont know..i shot the doctor while he was half way through the whole speech thing...he said i had a problem..can you believe that guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though dont get me wrong, being surrounded by a bunch of great people in some mamak shop while were talking and making jokes beats being alone anyday of the week..or month.And i love making friends, how is it white people are good at doing this while asians are so uptight like they have a 5 feet pole stuck up their....???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean example, im in the bus from singapore going back to malaysia......and behind me this American guy is sitting opposite of the chinese guy, after a while the american starts up a conversation and after awhile their talking like they have known each other for awhile. I dont think ive ever seen an asian do this. Come on guys! Stranger dont bite...they rob...rape and kill..but dont bite.(God im just joking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if im with someone i dont know i usually try to strike up a conversation.....but what i love most is what all of them ask me after 5 minutes........'Are you an Arab?'.No im not though god knows why i look like one.I dont think i do...ive seen a few and hell no i dont think i look like them.Wait...this is like straying wayyyyy off topic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i have a few best friends, We have the best friends.....my known all my life best friends...and my best school friendss.Lets start with....Nad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/716719/33085379015983l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/200/816151/33085379015983l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Name:Nadia&lt;br /&gt;Age    :18&lt;br /&gt;Job    : Professional A......yea right you wish, im not putting that.She's finally a student in UITM, glad she got that..*smile*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Food: Nandos...hmmm scary.&lt;br /&gt;About her         : Actually...i still dont have a clue..ill let you know.&lt;br /&gt;               No it doesnt mean i dont know anything..its just erm&lt;br /&gt;               Complicated..*koff koff*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right at this moment i realised ill have to talk about the rest of my friends becouse i dont have bloody pics of them, i think my dad had the Pc cleaned again......dam it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next is Aifiq.....his mom is also and irish and his dad is also malaysian! Tis fate...hahaahha we have known each other since, since diapers...yea. Aif is about 1 year older then me and his currently studieng in Melaka and well on his way to becoming a pilot.So havent kept in touch in awhile....both of us doing our own thing i guess, but we meet up once in awhile.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Food:Anything i like..hehe&lt;br /&gt;About him        : Way cool.....i wanna have his sideburns...great at jokes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/412028/ali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/400/761808/ali.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is Jake, my highschool buddy....ahahahaha you have no idea how hard it was to become friends with this guy, he just didnt know that sometimes he can be a bit of a mean bastard without realising it. Though i dont know what made me stuck with him...and after he realised i was gonna go away he cold off a bit and i realised he really was a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Food: He would never tell me...&lt;br /&gt;About him        : More to him then meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those are the first few...hmm so maybe no normal friends yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-116686195658418753?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116686195658418753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=116686195658418753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/116686195658418753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/116686195658418753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/12/manye-manye-yea-i-dont-get-it-either.html' title='Manye manye....( Yea i dont get it either)'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-116680172136230646</id><published>2006-12-22T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T07:34:36.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Clause is coming to town..to prove fat people can fit in tight area's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/49040/P1010160small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/320/64984/P1010160small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey.....so Christmas is coming, and my family is celebrating it for the second time this year..yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually its no big deal to me..just like Raya.....Puasa...etc etc etc...kinda all the same to me..but im fond of christmas couse its usually the time my mom is usually happy.Well more happy then usual hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life is good...hahahaha, great really.It seems i am destined for long distance relationships..haha............ha.............ha.*slaps forhead*.But i wont say much for now....if everything goes well...ill write about this amazing girl at some other date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/606209/Image%28492%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/320/373143/Image%28492%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right your probally wondering...no this isnt my cat...though i would love it to be, its (my own opinion) crossed between a cat and a fox..and its adorable like hell god i love this cat.It likes sitting down like that...dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So College will start up again, classes...the whole sher-bang.Unless i find my friend and ask him about his dad offering a job in london,which i would love to get.Though i doubt i get it...worth a shot though eh? Ill see how that goes. *sigh*.They werent joking when they said everything changes huh? You could not believe the things you would be doing now in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway im a bit tired..ill write another one tomorrow..honest. *innocent look*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-116680172136230646?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116680172136230646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=116680172136230646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/116680172136230646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/116680172136230646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/12/santa-clause-is-coming-to-townto-prove.html' title='Santa Clause is coming to town..to prove fat people can fit in tight area&apos;s.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-116593736979734997</id><published>2006-12-12T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:05:45.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh right...so the cousins who came to visit...ahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/472486/DSCN4841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/320/444984/DSCN4841.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aha! So here they are...my 2 favourite cousins in ireland (And the only 2 who were older then 15 in the entire family) But their great...left is Katie and right is devina...they both spend around a month here and Malaysia.Not all my cousins came....but that was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/505115/DSCN4301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/320/203599/DSCN4301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrived a few days before the engagement and stayed in our condo! We rented another room 2 floors up, so it was really really really great.Hahahaha.....omg im forgetting leona...Katies&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/525676/DSCN4434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/200/96398/DSCN4434.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; older sister....shes a nurse..but for animals..err wtf do you call them...god knows, thats her on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/73561/DSCN4929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/200/840169/DSCN4929.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully there is a guy as well...peter..hehe his not bad...*grin* his well on his way to becoming a teen....hmmm but he is too old to corrupt...damm, ah well.Of course you can imagine how my mom was....estatic, she insisted everything in our house was in top shape...oh and guess who had to do it? Yea me buddy..and loads of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like painting every room in the house, dear god that drove me near insanity. But i loved how happy my mom was....finally seeing her sisters. Simply put we all had a great time and my mom enjoyed it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/748896/DSCN4255small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/320/487057/DSCN4255small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there it is...my mom and her 3 sisters....On the most right is Devina a peters mom...and second left is Katie and leona's mom...and on the right is.....my mom...hahahaha. I hope they come again soon...it was great having them over.*sigh*. Nothing much happening now...my grandparents couldnt come becouse they were too old for long distance travels, ahhhhh now i miss ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this really weird thing i miss...its this cat statue outside my grandmothers house.......i loved how it felt under the palm of your hand...cold....and yet...warm...see? Told you it was weird.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/296225/DSCN4784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/200/24778/DSCN4784.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/562810/DSCN4742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/320/113293/DSCN4742.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats my crazy yet cool uncle..(look like dracula that pic in the middle) hahahah i think he was thinking '' Dear god its a durian someone get a rifle.'' on the left. He loves those sunglasses...got them dead cheap here, well everything here is cheaper...stupid exhange rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok there will be a part 2 of this...im just soooo tired..... &gt; &lt;. Ahh...thanks for reading, yes im still single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-116593736979734997?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116593736979734997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=116593736979734997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/116593736979734997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/116593736979734997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-rightso-cousins-who-came-to.html' title='Oh right...so the cousins who came to visit...ahahaha'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-116593408511097378</id><published>2006-12-12T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T06:34:45.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh its an update! Its a bloody update. Someone notify congress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/367719/DSCN4671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/320/866444/DSCN4671.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/766684/DSCN4461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/320/127688/DSCN4461.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey im back! Damn must have been months......not years.. = = . Ahhhh...so much to talk about, so much has changed. Hmmmm oh so my bro is married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy....ah well...its a curse we guys must all face.Unless your gay, but thats for another blog.My cousins from ireland came!! And its was bloody fantastic, more of my family members should get married so i can get them to visit more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual they loved everything....the food..the new sights..sounds and places..etc etc etc. My favourite cousins (as in cousins around my age, couse most of them are just kids...there are no GUYS older then 15 in my moms entire family.) But the girls are just fine *smile*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i forgot...my sister got married too! Hahahahahahaha but sametime as my brother it might as well have been a double wedding so no my cousins from ireland didnt come twice....darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/917274/DSCN4650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/320/9379/DSCN4650.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats her up there....and her husband whose name i wont say in case i spelt it right ( oh shad up) Well actually those 2 pictures werent of the wedding....more of the engagement....yea. So all thats left is medina...me and sofiyah...the 3 muske...i mean bachelors...righhhhttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm i think ill make this easier by making this one about the wedding.....and after this ill have another one on my cousins and aunties and uncles that came from ireland kay? *whisper* no one reads this bloody thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both got married around julai 2006. OHHHH dam it and Marina (bro's wife) And my sister are both PREGNANT! Isnt that brilliant? 2 innocents to corrupt and teach my ways...ohhh thats awesome...always wanted followers....hehehe im joking...i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its only been a few months.....i think their due (the babies) around julai or june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/1600/275006/DSCN4635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2924/3133/320/438409/DSCN4635.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annnddddd thats the hantaran for my sister sara......its like gifts...well actually it is gifts...to appease the in-laws.*grin*. Thats my dad guarding it with his knife in case anyone tries anything stupid.I was holding the video camera taking in everything....later i found out i sucked so never touched that thing again *koff koff*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both got married at my grandparents house...its big dont worry.....though we did have problems with seating.......and my sister got engaged at the biggest mosque in Malaysia..(i think or maybe its second) in shah alam while my brother had his at the City Mosque.(Which isnt bad either mind you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Well....things are only going to keep changing...ah yes im on my holidays now...next year sem 2 in college starts. *wince*. So we shall see about that, Ah....did i mention im single now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-116593408511097378?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/116593408511097378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=116593408511097378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/116593408511097378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/116593408511097378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/12/ohhh-its-update-its-bloody-update.html' title='Ohhh its an update! Its a bloody update. Someone notify congress.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-114993061740458118</id><published>2006-06-10T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T02:10:17.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhh ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/1600/thumb_ltd_a402.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/200/thumb_ltd_a402.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry...so many stupid mistakes...*slaps forhead* i should really try reading it before posting....bloody hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-114993061740458118?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114993061740458118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=114993061740458118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/114993061740458118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/114993061740458118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/06/ahhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhh ~'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-114993018561338319</id><published>2006-06-09T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:18:45.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of family history  ^^'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/200/images.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/1600/18474407161490m.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/320/18474407161490m.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay (cracks knuckles*) my family history...My mom is an Irish women from dublin and so is  her family , my dad is a Malaysian and his an orang Perak (Its a state) erm not sure how to say that in english hahah right .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/1600/17677048021276m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/320/17677048021276m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born Kuwait and lived there for about 2 years so i didnt get the chance to pick up their language (I think Arabic is a beautifull language , has a nice ring to it) After 2 years....from what i recall there was an envoy of Saddam's tanks and troops requesting oil from Kuwait since they were running out or something like that , lets just say Kuwait refused and the city was sieged . So we packed out stuff...mostly carpets heh and drove through to the airport where the americans were helping evacuate civilians.....im not sure if it still happens these day hmm probally does but there used to be bandits that would attack vehicles they think would carry any valuables so it was dangerous if you travelled alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautifull....the dessert that is , there would be on high way going forever on straight and on your left and right was Sand as far as the eye could see . And well of course it was hot but during the winter you still had to put on a jacket , amazing huh?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/320/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these 2 people here are my 2 elder sisters....Sara on the left..and Medina on the right.And on top the guy holding up the sign is my Big Bro Aaron...top of the food chain , and my little sister on the left , Sofiyah.Up there is my parents....my dad the engineer and my mom who runs a kindergarden.I might add my other cousin's but ill have to ask them ahahahah....anyway this is just about my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their all funny in their sad sad way....hehehe im the best..hahahaha well i think , or is it my brother? The rest are sarcastic funny , right well at least we all know we get our sense of humour from&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/1600/13-03-06_14381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/200/13-03-06_14381.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my mom.She's really funny ^^ Best mom in the world , and well my dad his ok when his not himself hahaha.So lets see....i think Harun (or aaron) was born in ireland and so was sara.....medina in malaysia and me and sofi in kuwait , messed up huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofi is currently 16 and im 18.....aaron is 29 or is it 28 ...sara is 23 and medina is 25 i think.Feck it im never good with dates , I also have my mom's side of her family all in ireland although the  2 oldest one's there are around sofi's age everyone else is still young but thats ok.Their still cool...hehe. My Grandparents live in Kuala Lumpur and Dublin.....actually most of my couz in malaysia lived in the main city...so we all gather around at my grandparents place very saturday night.(This is the malaysian side just in case your really realy confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it really....i cant think of much at the moment..i might redo this to add bits of pieces i missed here and there....Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-114993018561338319?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114993018561338319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=114993018561338319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/114993018561338319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/114993018561338319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/06/bit-of-family-history.html' title='A bit of family history  ^^&apos;'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-114984965043535312</id><published>2006-06-09T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T03:40:50.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UITM huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/1600/4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/320/4.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm well it looks like ill be starting College in UITM...hopefully if everything goes well that is , just need to go and register on the 7 or is it the 1 of  July.Its course  is Hotel Management which seem's really great...i think , im finding out more through the net but whats really great about this is its UITM thats in Shah Alam which isnt that far from my house so if im not studieng possible ill still be able to be around home whenever i wish (unless my dad kicks me out...well then tough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats it really....its going to be around 6 month's ,  full time .  Hahaha so ill finally found out what college life is all about....although im sure im not missing much.Ah my stomach ache  is gone..finally jezz i think it might had been those weird burgers..its called sri rasa.. they taste like chicken-beed-fish all mixed  up , really nice , i think thats the food they serve in hell.So that picture is me during highschool , hahaha one of the few times i ever went bold. Thats Zhen Hwuang an old classmate who i believe is one of the more popular guys in school *koff koff* well popular with the girls that is , heheheh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to USJ 13 a school well known for its reputation as a....well nice *bullshit* school . Just dont mind the crazed form 2 and 3's who light loud fire crackers in school or the occasional gang fight outside our school , charming.I think the younger students were more dangerous , oh did i mention the big red writing that was covered up with duct tape? But nvm that , it was ok i guess . Your typical everyday school . But ill talk about that later on in another topic i got something to check up on...see ya ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-114984965043535312?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114984965043535312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=114984965043535312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/114984965043535312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/114984965043535312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/06/uitm-huh.html' title='UITM huh?'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-114974034116235350</id><published>2006-06-07T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:19:01.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok....i can do better then that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/1600/27537769713099m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/320/27537769713099m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that....hmm i should write more.Becouse besides spending my time reading books i also love to write , sooo i should write! Right.... = =' .Well i live in Malaysia , a very humid country with terrible idea's on how a good ice-cream should taste like....i mean we live in a hot country!! Our ice-cream's should be the best...but  they taste like somebody took milk and threw it in the freezer , its terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a condo so when the heat get's to unbearable i usually go for a swim to cool off . I have 3 sisters and one brother...and im the second youngest...so i could say im not at the bottam of the food chain , although it still sucks....ohh i just had an idea to post a few stories ive written here , then maybe i can get real feedback by people who actually know what their talking about . (no offence Tina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats a picture of me up there , i think i just woke up couse i look drugged...hmmm or maybe its becouse my sis is taking the picture . Im not really the camera kinda guy as the picture show's , hahahaha *depressed*. Ok i know this probally isnt all very interesting..but its my first day so give me a break , hopefully ill be posting everyday and besides how do i know people even read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to have a diary but thats such a pain in the ass.....i could definately get use to the idea of this blog thingy.And the pc is in my room..yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like i said everything here is new to me...so any pointers on how i could make my blog look more interesting (As in background colours and such) would be really helpful! Ok...well thats it....now im serious. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-114974034116235350?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114974034116235350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=114974034116235350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/114974034116235350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/114974034116235350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/06/oki-can-do-better-then-that.html' title='Ok....i can do better then that.'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29414628.post-114973705230839843</id><published>2006-06-07T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:24:12.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post..Yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/1600/thumb_ltd_a514.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2924/3133/320/thumb_ltd_a514.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well here it is...my first post in my own blog.Hi everyone! My name is --- , oh you didnt catch that? Then i guess you can call me Hektor...a Trojan Hero i admire very much.So lets see...im 18 this year....clubs and beers...hahaha nah i dont drink , beer that is.Hmmm ok thats it really ill try add more later.Erm right....bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29414628-114973705230839843?l=bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/114973705230839843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29414628&amp;postID=114973705230839843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/114973705230839843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29414628/posts/default/114973705230839843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbles-in-my-head.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-postyay.html' title='My First Post..Yay'/><author><name>Zorander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12746569097959646217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exenKYnmCUU/SipGIeHcdmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/28qOkq_XX5Y/S220/192103696l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
