<?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-4483315354502643095</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:54:10.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORIGINS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>225</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-897100161341923700</id><published>2010-03-19T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:42:10.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 2; ...Versus The Pink Slip</title><content type='html'>Guys, let me level with you here. No one has the genuine feeling of liking an exam. No, you won't see a guy throwing his bag one side &amp;amp; running to his mum, shouting in much excitement, "Mum! The exams are coming!" Nah uh. None of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be a bitch and complain about how it sucks to be having the Block Tests as soon as our so-called March 'holidays' end cause I already have. And the truth is that it sucks knowing that something big is ahead, waiting for us, exploiting our mistakes and make us feel all terrible and afraid deep inside. That feeling of failure is lurking within us &amp;amp; as soon as you fulfill the criteria of allowing that feeling to emerge, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't that much of a bad thing but come on, who would want it every now and then? I'm just saying, those feelings and self-designed emotions that comes along with every pre-examination pressure, it's not the feelings I want in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I just have to deal with it cause it's the pink slip to my success eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-897100161341923700?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/897100161341923700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=897100161341923700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/897100161341923700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/897100161341923700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2010/03/episode-2-versus-pink-slip.html' title='Episode 2; ...Versus The Pink Slip'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-5166420877981437130</id><published>2010-03-13T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T01:56:47.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 12; Episode 1; LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S5vRJwjB0pI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mFkvEZu0Nc0/s1600-h/IMG271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S5vRJwjB0pI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mFkvEZu0Nc0/s320/IMG271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448178139815596690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"True love, the stars in the sky illuminate below. The light is the sign that love will guide you home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- True Love by Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-5166420877981437130?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/5166420877981437130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=5166420877981437130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5166420877981437130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5166420877981437130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2010/03/volume-12-episode-1-love.html' title='Volume 12; Episode 1; LOVE'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S5vRJwjB0pI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mFkvEZu0Nc0/s72-c/IMG271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-7041422652982175284</id><published>2010-03-04T11:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:19:22.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 10; Top Of The World</title><content type='html'>Egoism has been typically seen and referenced as a negative trait in a human being. It's been viewed far too negative, it has actually lost, in what I think, it's real use: to boost one's confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that it's ego which shapes us silently and discreetly to become a better and stronger person in many various aspects. However, ego's like enhancer pills. You take them and it enhances your performance. You take them in overdose, you're just destroying yourself. I give myself ego boost most of the time. It makes me believe that I can do something I used to think it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent weeks, I've used these egos stored in me to overcome various feelings I have, especially nervousness &amp;amp; anxiety, during Jam&amp;amp;Hop and the CVD Talentime performance respectively. And it has worked to my greatest advantage. Though I've been dying to fulfill a task which I have not been able to accomplish since the years in JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guys, sometimes you just get underestimated too much and you get left out &amp;amp; pushed around. I'm just as great as anyone out there and I'm ready for whatever shit I'll receive. The fact that I'm always pushed around for my ways and my abilities is clearly pathetic. I deserve more than just humble apologies and excuses. I'm always looked down upon for my actions that I make. Whether from my dad, my mom, my friends or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time I putting my egos to good use. I'm going to change and prove you people how underestimated you have been perceiving me to be. The nicest guys always finishes last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make sure it'll be worth the wait.&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;" END OF VOLUME 11 "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-7041422652982175284?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/7041422652982175284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=7041422652982175284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7041422652982175284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7041422652982175284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2010/03/episode-10-top-of-world.html' title='Episode 10; Top Of The World'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-6706996155642005455</id><published>2010-03-03T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:52:33.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 9; Waking The Demon</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"There's just no limits to the boundaries you push. I've warned you but still you just fuck with my mind. There's no escape from this rage that I feel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking the Demon- Bullet for My Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-6706996155642005455?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/6706996155642005455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=6706996155642005455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6706996155642005455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6706996155642005455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2010/03/episode-9-waking-demon.html' title='Episode 9; Waking The Demon'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-7913161199943633216</id><published>2010-02-28T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:08:29.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 8; Keep Holding On/The Heart Never Lies</title><content type='html'>The worst part of performing in front of an audience? The butterflies that makes your stomach feel all queasy. The fear of screwing up. And experiencing &lt;i&gt;*The Yips&lt;/i&gt;. But the best part of it? Enjoying the thrill of performing despite everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S4n3RWOEEmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/HKDrQRMDvn8/s320/DSC_4340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*The Yips: To over-think simple things so much that you can't even do them at all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-7913161199943633216?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/7913161199943633216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=7913161199943633216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7913161199943633216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7913161199943633216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2010/02/episode-8-keep-holding-onthe-heart.html' title='Episode 8; Keep Holding On/The Heart Never Lies'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S4n3RWOEEmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/HKDrQRMDvn8/s72-c/DSC_4340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-4265285350914847984</id><published>2010-02-20T12:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:43:59.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 7; Empire State Of Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Me and you together, this is getting better. Just butterflies won't do. I don't want just red lights, I want more of these nights. Baby, I love you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- White Lines &amp;amp; Red Lights by Between The Trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I see your face with every punch I take and every bone I break, it's all for you. And my worst pains are words I cannot say, still I will always fight on for you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gifts and Curses by Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"So hear this please. And watch as your heart speeds up endlessly. And look for the stars as the sun goes down. Each breath that you take has a thunderous sound. Just sit back and hold on, but hold on tight. Prepare for the best and the fastest ride. And reach out your hand, and I'll make you mine. Everything, everything's magic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Everything's Magic by Angels and Airwaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm falling asleep, but then all that it means is I'll always be dreaming of you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Feeling This by Blink-182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember, I'll always remember. I'll always remember the sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late and this walk that we shared together. The streets were wet and the gate was locked so I jumped it, and I let you in. And you stood at your door with your hands on my wait and you kissed me like you meant it. And I knew that you meant it, that you meant it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some lines in the lyrics of some songs that I personally love hearing everytime they're being sung. Somehow gives me the vibe to either sing along to it or to replay those parts again. Excellent lyrics work.&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/4483315354502643095-4265285350914847984?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/4265285350914847984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=4265285350914847984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4265285350914847984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4265285350914847984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2010/02/episode-7-empire-state-of-mind.html' title='Episode 7; Empire State Of Mind'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-2963810903247802503</id><published>2010-02-14T21:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:18:02.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 6; Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>February 14th has always been a day marked in the calenders of many as the day that 'cupid's-giving-me-some-luck'. Many would be spending time on this day to celebrate their love for each other or by just spending quality time with their significant other. For myself, I'm not a fan of V'Day nor do I celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S3fsXzaTXGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/zKdOJfuVRSw/s320/IMG161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl right here gives me more than a million reasons to celebrate love every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, the best feeling that you'll ever feel is not love itself. It's something way more and weirdly unexplainable. It's that feeling when you look at her and smile to yourself unconsciously. It's that feeling of mixed butterflies and nervousness that lingers in your stomach every time you're about to meet her or call her even though you have thousands of times before. That feeling of brushing her hair over her ears like they do it in the movies. That feeling of eagerness whenever you text her and having your phone by your side and checking it every now &amp;amp; then for her reply. That feeling of selfishness of wanting her by your side every single second even if she's busy. The feeling of utter regret for every little mistake you could've prevented or for every little opportunity that you've passed on her. That feeling of bringing her out to every single place you find romantic/sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more but you'll eventually feel it when your heart beats fast but it doesn't beat constantly anymore- it accelerates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best feeling in the world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you're the one who makes it possible baby. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;_\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-2963810903247802503?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/2963810903247802503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=2963810903247802503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2963810903247802503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2963810903247802503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2010/02/episode-6-valentines-day.html' title='Episode 6; Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S3fsXzaTXGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/zKdOJfuVRSw/s72-c/IMG161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-3113399197629381875</id><published>2010-02-13T21:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:26:31.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 5; Better Halves</title><content type='html'>Hitch said, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;"Life is not the amount of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breath away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S3atqPid__I/AAAAAAAAAcs/GgmLCj49R4Y/s320/Photo0660.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes those moments and it keeps taking my breath away. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; _\m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-3113399197629381875?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/3113399197629381875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=3113399197629381875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3113399197629381875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3113399197629381875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2010/02/episode-5-better-halves.html' title='Episode 5; Better Halves'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S3atqPid__I/AAAAAAAAAcs/GgmLCj49R4Y/s72-c/Photo0660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-3957278849932524326</id><published>2010-02-12T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:23:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 4; The Butterfly Effect</title><content type='html'>Guys, there's a saying which goes something like, "Step on a butterfly's wing and you'd change everything." That phrase is from 'The Butterfly Effect' &amp;amp; it literally meant that a small action could affect the whole outcome. And I've seen phrases like that one being told a million times in a million ways, bearing the same message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw that butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that whatever actions you make, it'll lead up to one bigger outcome. A significant one, right? But no matter a butterfly's wing, a moth's wing or a bird's wing, it's not because of you stepping on it but rather that pathetic winged-creature being there in the first place. You would definitely notice that butterfly and you'd have a choice whether to step on it or to ignore it. I'm saying that you have a choice no matter but it isn't about the decision you're about to make but rather the option that was placed in front of you in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine having thousands of that butterfly on the ground. The only way to prevent making the worst decisions is to avoid them all. Do you step on them because they're the only options left or you know that the only option left is to control your feet?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go.&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/4483315354502643095-3957278849932524326?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/3957278849932524326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=3957278849932524326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3957278849932524326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3957278849932524326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2010/02/episode-4-butterfly-effect.html' title='Episode 4; The Butterfly Effect'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-1550641827723106579</id><published>2010-02-11T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:23:54.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 3; Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Orientation has always been the best part of any school-life event. It's the time where new innocent faces emerge. It's the time where people mix and get to know one another. It's the time where people strive for excellence and work as a team to accomplish the games &amp;amp; activities lined up for them. It's when girls get shy over guys and guys scout for the cutest girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a total paragraph of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the best part of any orientation is the epic finale known to all as JAM &amp;amp; HOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S3NXLCE2MnI/AAAAAAAAAck/Z9EZcfjK86g/s320/17163_1353196554242_1361264762_1007006_53550_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the time where people jump about madly. It's the time girls and guys go wild. It's the time wild faces emerge. It's the time people strive to shout the lyrics out loud.  It's the time where people don't really care what song we play as long as they can groove to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the best part of orientation.&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/4483315354502643095-1550641827723106579?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/1550641827723106579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=1550641827723106579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1550641827723106579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1550641827723106579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2010/02/episode-3-orientation.html' title='Episode 3; Orientation'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S3NXLCE2MnI/AAAAAAAAAck/Z9EZcfjK86g/s72-c/17163_1353196554242_1361264762_1007006_53550_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-41893047058121862</id><published>2010-01-31T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:23:45.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 2; Zip, Zip, Zip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S2ViSypVCSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IU_48us_x0c/s1600-h/tumblr_kqilrtgTER1qzwn6zo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S2ViSypVCSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IU_48us_x0c/s320/tumblr_kqilrtgTER1qzwn6zo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432856600464656674" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU. I MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-41893047058121862?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/41893047058121862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=41893047058121862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/41893047058121862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/41893047058121862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2010/01/episode-2-zip-zip-zip.html' title='Episode 2; Zip, Zip, Zip'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S2ViSypVCSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IU_48us_x0c/s72-c/tumblr_kqilrtgTER1qzwn6zo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-5322756158205515114</id><published>2010-01-09T12:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:23:38.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 11; Episode 1; Where You Want To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Everyone has at least seen this little vision of what they'll be down the road. Most would already be on their quest to achieve this vision while some would still be preparing. Where would I put myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm the guy who didn't pack his bag well enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Haha. I think I've spent my whole primary &amp;amp; secondary student days working up to this. It's a major achievement after all the setbacks I went through but I'm good. I'm not saying I should totally be someone new to finally get what I want. I'll stay the way I am but I'll make some new, awesome improvements. People make resolutions at the start of a new year but I'm telling you, they'll eventually forget their way. Some will abide by them but what I'm saying is, resolutions are not items that can be crossed out of some grocery list but they're really there to remind us what our quest is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have everything I need on this quest of mine, or at least I know I have. Beyond any doubt, I'll survive it. But ultimately, I'll have to slay the dragon to be the hero I wanna be. And I need the time to prepare. How long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S0ldITGs0FI/AAAAAAAAAcU/aH9euqCltWc/s1600-h/Dragon_drawing_by_imaginism.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S0ldITGs0FI/AAAAAAAAAcU/aH9euqCltWc/s320/Dragon_drawing_by_imaginism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424969623293186130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Approximately 11 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-5322756158205515114?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/5322756158205515114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=5322756158205515114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5322756158205515114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5322756158205515114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2010/01/volume-11-episode-1-where-you-want-to.html' title='Volume 11; Episode 1; Where You Want To Be'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/S0ldITGs0FI/AAAAAAAAAcU/aH9euqCltWc/s72-c/Dragon_drawing_by_imaginism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-7540489880499610189</id><published>2009-12-31T00:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:26:31.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 30; Greatest Hits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SzeUN2xqhoI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gYLiBo0FtAc/s1600-h/Charlie__s_Greatest_Hits_by_HatterAndHareStudios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SzeUN2xqhoI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gYLiBo0FtAc/s320/Charlie__s_Greatest_Hits_by_HatterAndHareStudios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419963642326713986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Every year, there has to be moments that you'd look back to remember. They're like the songs that keeps playing over &amp;amp; over again in your head. And like every song, there is a compilation of the best songs. This compilation is called the 'Greatest Hits'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;#5) Year One-point-Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SzfACboAaRI/AAAAAAAAAb0/OneUVDqFJmk/s1600-h/3816462409_5f205a1a11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SzfACboAaRI/AAAAAAAAAb0/OneUVDqFJmk/s320/3816462409_5f205a1a11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420011824571509010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retaining was a scary idea at a point in time. It was either make it or break it. I broke it. Badly. You think everything will begin to start terribly &lt;/picture&gt;&lt;span&gt;but it was the best turn of event in my life. Cause it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;span&gt; led me to different stuffs too. But I'll get to that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;#4) Chasing Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sze-HRavvRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/KABA0TApLhQ/s1600-h/IMGP8326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sze-HRavvRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/KABA0TApLhQ/s320/IMGP8326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420009708707626258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Early in 2008, I met a few guys in college who were musically talented. You see, you typically start off your college life by mixing with other people. Sometimes you meet eccentric ones, sometimes the cool ones. But mostly ones that you share a common interest with. For us, we wanted to chase that Juliet together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;#3) Epic, Achieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sze-IkyX6eI/AAAAAAAAAbk/V7kIRevT8d8/s1600-h/IMG_4168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sze-IkyX6eI/AAAAAAAAAbk/V7kIRevT8d8/s320/IMG_4168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420009731086871010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sze-IZF7tbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/vu1sJlBpXuA/s1600-h/IMG_4143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sze-IZF7tbI/AAAAAAAAAbc/vu1sJlBpXuA/s320/IMG_4143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420009727947683250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sze-H1NYfXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OC9c3wRYTu0/s1600-h/IMG_4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sze-H1NYfXI/AAAAAAAAAbU/OC9c3wRYTu0/s320/IMG_4146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420009718315253106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There are different ways to achieve greatness. 6th February 2009, we achieved our own share of greatness on Jam &amp;amp; Hop, the grandest stage of any college event. We got our Juliet &amp;amp; epic, achieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;#2) Firecracker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SzfAC_2R1QI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XWXiMJF4ViY/s1600-h/National_Day_Preview_Fireworks_by_Soldi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SzfAC_2R1QI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XWXiMJF4ViY/s320/National_Day_Preview_Fireworks_by_Soldi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420011834295047426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I used to have this dream/fantasy that one day, I would catch some fireworks with someone special, someone dearest to me. I watched those fireworks twice on 2 separate occasions with my girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;#1) This Is Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sze-JD9gF8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/qK729KoBnZY/s1600-h/IMG062+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sze-JD9gF8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/qK729KoBnZY/s320/IMG062+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420009739455043522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've told many stories- some worth telling once, some worth not telling &amp;amp; some worth remembering for a lifetime. These stories led me to what I have now. And guys, this story will last a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;I love you baby, very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;picture style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;picture&gt;&lt;picture&gt;"&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;/picture&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The great moments of your life won't necessarily be the things you do. They'll also be the things that happen to you. Now, I'm not saying you can't take action to affect the outcome of your life. You have to take action. And you will. But never forget, that on any day, you could step out the front door, and your whole life could change forever. You see, the Universe has a plan; and that plan is always in motion. A butterfly flaps it's wings, and it starts to rain. It's a scary thought, but it's also kind of wonderful. All these little parts of the machine constantly working... making sure that you end up exactly where you're supposed to be... exactly when you're supposed to be there. The right place. At the right time."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome 2010 everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;" END OF VOLUME 10 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-7540489880499610189?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/7540489880499610189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=7540489880499610189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7540489880499610189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7540489880499610189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/12/episode-30-greatest-hits.html' title='Episode 30; Greatest Hits'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SzeUN2xqhoI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gYLiBo0FtAc/s72-c/Charlie__s_Greatest_Hits_by_HatterAndHareStudios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-5475158193446969386</id><published>2009-12-28T21:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:23:16.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 29; The Rat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Guys, why do we have competitions? Is it to confront our personal goals? To reveal our deepest, hidden talents? Or do we have it to prove someone wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Szi130gFcyI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Vs9bdiojVAk/s1600-h/3535517276_d48f842acb_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Szi130gFcyI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Vs9bdiojVAk/s320/3535517276_d48f842acb_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420282122131043106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Singapore Idol is the main local talent show in our country and it has produced 2 winners in its past 2 seasons- Taufik Batisah &amp;amp; Hady Mirza. It started a new season past August and after yesterday night, it produced another idol, Sezairi Sezali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now, the common factor among these 3 guys are that they're all male &amp;amp; they're all Malay-Muslims. Yes, it may be a coincidence that all winners are of that race and gender but where is the freaking support?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Immediately after crowning the new idol, posts about the results were flooded online. I'm not a big fan of these idols but I'm sure as hell a big fan of what I hate- racists. I could take my time and spread some racist word online but no, that wouldn't be nice, would it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Competitions are for kicking butts, taking total comfort &amp;amp; throwing it out the window. Taking the leap to prove that you're not just anybody. And if you win, you're somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm going to end this on an open note;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;We just proved that minorities can be as major as what you used to dismiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-5475158193446969386?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/5475158193446969386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=5475158193446969386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5475158193446969386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5475158193446969386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/12/episode-29-rat.html' title='Episode 29; The Rat'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Szi130gFcyI/AAAAAAAAAcM/Vs9bdiojVAk/s72-c/3535517276_d48f842acb_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8285994931321246556</id><published>2009-12-20T21:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:36:10.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 28; The Variable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you ever walked into a store with knowledge of what to get, then picking up that item and confidently know that you want it &amp;amp; thus pay for it? Then as you're walking out of the store happily, a better item grabs your attention and you go, "Dammit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or maybe anticipating an awesome day with everything planned out. You wake up extra early just to be sure you've got everything ready and whatever to wear. You take a bath and upon reaching your room, you receive a text message saying the plan's been canceled. You drop your towel and you go, "Dammit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know guys, but these things happen. Like one minute you're anticipating it and the next, things happen and you're forced to just let them be. There's this variable that's always messing with the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sy4mQlM70HI/AAAAAAAAAa8/z7SM20d8aPs/s1600-h/ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sy4mQlM70HI/AAAAAAAAAa8/z7SM20d8aPs/s320/ap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417309468079411314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah, that little evil red anomaly point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not one who can proudly say I'm okay with it cause I'm not. I love looking forward to things and that's what make me enjoy living life I guess. Dude, life is awesome. Period. But just knowing something better/awesome is going to happen gives you a sense of comfort that it'll happen. The fact that it doesn't just makes it a whole lot worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But we all have to deal with it one way or another. Cause wherever the red dot is, there's always a silver lining somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8285994931321246556?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8285994931321246556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8285994931321246556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8285994931321246556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8285994931321246556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/12/episode-28-variable.html' title='Episode 28; The Variable'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sy4mQlM70HI/AAAAAAAAAa8/z7SM20d8aPs/s72-c/ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-4612675164217108145</id><published>2009-12-17T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:01:59.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 27; Do I Know You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, usually the moral of a story comes at the end of the story but for this, I'm going to say it now: First impressions are important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You see guys, it takes a little over just 5 seconds to say, "That guy's cool." or "Crop." That first impression is important. It tells people a thousand stories about yourself without even talking to them. But not necessarily the best first impressions are good. It depends on the social stereotype. For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You see a new kid walking in school and he/she wears long socks. Like golfer-type socks. And you know that kid's one hell of a nerd/geek. But behind the scenes, she/he might actually be one heck of an awesome soccer/guitarist/beatboxer/dancer/rapper and you didn't get a chance to mingle with that person well since you think he/she is a douche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And it can happen the other way around too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A new kid walks in school with this cool Nike/Adidas bag and he has this 'soccer-aura' thing going on. You think to yourself, "Shit, now girls would like him more than they would like me." And you begin to lower your self-esteem and blah blah. But behind-the-scenes, he's just an arrogant dude who's only motive is to get girls and thinks highly of himself. Crop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;First impressions are important, but make sure it fits your bill. You don't want to end up like the 'there's-always-a-loser-kid-among-the-awesome-ones'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah, that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-4612675164217108145?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/4612675164217108145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=4612675164217108145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4612675164217108145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4612675164217108145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/12/episode-27-do-i-know-you.html' title='Episode 27; Do I Know You?'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8897731350695211066</id><published>2009-12-15T11:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:39:31.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 26; Kings And Queens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Back in the days, men of great power would do something magnificent for their special someone. Some built the Taj Mahal, others just gave them expensive gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I brought my girlfriend to Sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SycElfHNqLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/oratSkCpWVs/s1600-h/_sentosa__by_mizslola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SycElfHNqLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/oratSkCpWVs/s320/_sentosa__by_mizslola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415302118989736114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You may think it's typical &amp;amp; overrated but it's not. Why? I'll get on to that later. You see guys, Sentosa is one of those places you can bring virtually anyone to have a good time. You mum- bring her to see the Underwater World and inspire her what fishes to have for dinner. Your dad- bring him to the Sentosa Luge and tell him that speeding kills, even on go-karts. Your bros- bring them to the beach and show them that even the toughest bro would die under the scorching sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's the perfect getaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A little mixture of food, sun, splashing in the sea, talking birds and shopping at Vivo made the whole day simply beautiful. I couldn't treat her like a queen cause I was running out of ideas but guys, when you're out with that amazing person, you want things to be so perfect, you fail to realize that everything is perfect as long as that person's there with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And yesterday was perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you sweetheart. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay guys, why wasn't it a typical day out? As we were waiting for our drink at Coffee Bean, this middle-eastern-with-western-cultural-fashion-wear guy approached me and brought me to one corner. Of course, first thing on my mind was that he was going to ask me for cash... or sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So he asked me, "How do I get girlfriend here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, have you ever been put on the spot? Like having to answer a question quick enough so you won't look like an idiot and at the same time making sure the answer is something logical and mature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And so I replied, "Orchard. Clubs and parties."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Right? Cause that's the first thing that was on my mind. Loads of Singapore women go to parties/clubs and Orchard seems good enough. And after much discussion, he shook my hand in approval, smiled and thanked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I made this dude happy and he looked happy- like he could take on the world, like a king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Except he has to find his queen (and might get slap in his face loads of time by various women) in Orchard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8897731350695211066?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8897731350695211066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8897731350695211066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8897731350695211066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8897731350695211066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/12/episode-26-kings-and-queens.html' title='Episode 26; Kings And Queens'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SycElfHNqLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/oratSkCpWVs/s72-c/_sentosa__by_mizslola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-2990284082758037108</id><published>2009-12-12T17:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:22:04.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 25; Further Instructions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, back when you're little, I'm sure we had small little plans &amp;amp; ideas for ourselves. No, not those big ambitious ones that will one day change the world but the little ones where you can go, "Hmm, I wished I could have that." or "I wish I did that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, Singapore has her fair share of romantic hot spots but personally, I like one with either a typical view of the beach's horizon or the nightlife of a city. I have always wanted that significant other to be with me at either of those places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesterday however, I was brought to one of those places instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SyO5b6zNajI/AAAAAAAAAas/cbTRD_sbhmI/s1600-h/Light_My_Way_by_giffordyap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SyO5b6zNajI/AAAAAAAAAas/cbTRD_sbhmI/s320/Light_My_Way_by_giffordyap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414375066321119794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I never knew the top of a durian would be so romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So yes guys, I have never been to the rooftop of the Esplanade but yesterday, I had the chance to. And despite Singapore's view of half-city-skyline-half-construction-skyline, it has a pretty amazing view from the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I used to wish to myself that I could see Singapore's amazing skyline with someone special. I gave up on that idea after countless of tries. But instead, my wish was made true by my girlfriend. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, what I'm trying to say is that people always say that the plans you make will change as time passes. That you'll never set out what you want to accomplish or will never make things happen. But what they don't realize is that those plans are actually already in motion and it's already waiting for further instructions from you. They are ideas that are fixed by you and all it needs is a little push. Those plans only work if you really want them to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe a little push will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Oh, and 30 Seconds To Mars' new album, This Is War, has tracks that makes me energetic and wanna run- or for any epic moments in life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-2990284082758037108?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/2990284082758037108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=2990284082758037108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2990284082758037108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2990284082758037108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/12/episode-25-further-instructions.html' title='Episode 25; Further Instructions'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SyO5b6zNajI/AAAAAAAAAas/cbTRD_sbhmI/s72-c/Light_My_Way_by_giffordyap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-4053287682025070056</id><published>2009-12-08T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:47:37.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 24; We'll Be A Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sx5VaNHsP4I/AAAAAAAAAak/uyoXpLQIFYQ/s1600-h/IMG062+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sx5VaNHsP4I/AAAAAAAAAak/uyoXpLQIFYQ/s320/IMG062+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412857710832795522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wanna hold you when I get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna tell you, you never know how much I love to see you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna make a change or two right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;wanna live a life like you somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna make your sacrifice worthwhile."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love you sweetheart. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-4053287682025070056?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/4053287682025070056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=4053287682025070056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4053287682025070056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4053287682025070056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/12/episode-24-well-be-dream.html' title='Episode 24; We&apos;ll Be A Dream'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sx5VaNHsP4I/AAAAAAAAAak/uyoXpLQIFYQ/s72-c/IMG062+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-2055881499138289154</id><published>2009-11-30T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T02:00:04.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 23; With Me Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We have this natural feeling of missing someone/something whenever he/she/it is away/missing for a moment. This feeling will either fade as time goes by or accumulate until a point in time whereby every little thing about that person/thing matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well guys, the three biggest times I've missed someone/something so much is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1) When my parents went to Haji for a month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2) My primary school friend who passed away when he was in primary 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3) When I was at some lame camp which made me miss home a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now I'm going to add another to that list. This will be the longest 4 days I'm experiencing without you. And you have no idea how many units of 'I-MISS-YOU' have I accumulated. I miss my girlfriend very much. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-2055881499138289154?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/2055881499138289154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=2055881499138289154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2055881499138289154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2055881499138289154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/11/episode-23-with-me-tonight.html' title='Episode 23; With Me Tonight'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-6902325537029603269</id><published>2009-11-24T09:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:47:40.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 22; Wasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As you all know, Hari Raya Aidiladha is all about the:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sws4Wu1YigI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Y5WhqOGlIDI/s1600/Sheep_by_IsaFortyThirty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sws4Wu1YigI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Y5WhqOGlIDI/s320/Sheep_by_IsaFortyThirty1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407477740768627202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And it's been a long time since I've seen them being sacrificed. ( I'm not being sadistic here, I have glow-in-the-dark sheeps in my room :D ) I hope I get the chance this Friday but it all depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To understand why, let's go back a year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Last year, Mirun, Anwar, Hasyir, Fathul &amp;amp; Mega got an end-year job at an annual IT Fair. It was fun but they had some problems which I will not mention. And I've always wanted to try and work at an IT Fair cause it looks fun. So, Hasyir managed to hook me, Arief &amp;amp; Ibrahim up for the same job this year. Problem is, it starts on this Thursday up all the way to Sunday. Aidiladha falls on that Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm probably not going to get to see cute sheeps getting slaughtered for a good cause. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make things worst, I won't even be seeing my girlfriend for 10 days. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-6902325537029603269?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/6902325537029603269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=6902325537029603269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6902325537029603269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6902325537029603269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/11/episode-22-wasted.html' title='Episode 22; Wasted'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sws4Wu1YigI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Y5WhqOGlIDI/s72-c/Sheep_by_IsaFortyThirty1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-5086504773566942582</id><published>2009-11-17T21:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:42:03.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 21; Dream On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;People have big dreams and being ambitious is nothing wrong. It's a form of motivation and inspiration. But at the stage we're at, a smaller scale of an 'ambitious dream' will go a long way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And so, my very ambitious girlfriend and her girlfriend ( not in a means of a lesbian ), are going to have a stall set up at SMU. Here are the details from her blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SwKmjmJVEEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/P6URohZcdVI/s1600/fs5poster%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SwKmjmJVEEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/P6URohZcdVI/s320/fs5poster%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405065633263325250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Flea Market @ SMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Event: Fashionista Series 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Date: 21 November 2009, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Time: 1 pm to 8 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Venue: Singapore Management University, Concourse (Beside Li Ka Shing Library &amp;amp; KOUFU foodcourt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Stall No: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SwKmjbrl5GI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lay1dj9nQLo/s1600/smumap%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SwKmjbrl5GI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lay1dj9nQLo/s320/smumap%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405065630454244450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As stated from my girlfriend's blog&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"We'll be selling fashion apparels, accessories and what’s hot at good bargains/slashed prices. shop while enjoying SMU's fully air-conditioned Concourse! (:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So people, come and support! Spread it around like peanut butter on a bread. Treat is as an end-year sale or something. Just go there and enjoy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-5086504773566942582?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/5086504773566942582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=5086504773566942582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5086504773566942582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5086504773566942582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/11/episode-21-dream-on.html' title='Episode 21; Dream On'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SwKmjmJVEEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/P6URohZcdVI/s72-c/fs5poster%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-4959606617184569160</id><published>2009-11-16T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:11:49.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 20; The Shape Of Things To Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, as much as I'm trying to avoid this all week, it seems to be coming back to me. It haunted me and it gave me the goosebumps. As much as I'm trying to ignore it, people keep talking about the big results day which was today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, I'm no stranger to how today worked but I was praying really hard that I didn't have to go through it again. The feeling of when the odds are stacked up against you can really bring you down. Paranoia drives you insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But what I've learnt from today is that you still need to have faith and hope in the most darkest of times. And with all the support &amp;amp; prayers from my closed ones, it's amazing what wonders it can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's an awesome feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So SG16, we have proven time &amp;amp; time again that we have never lost. One more year for the road, bros! Heh. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp; I love you very much sweetheart, for believing in me when I couldn't. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-4959606617184569160?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/4959606617184569160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=4959606617184569160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4959606617184569160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4959606617184569160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/11/episode-20-shape-of-things-to-come.html' title='Episode 20; The Shape Of Things To Come'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-136195178663735647</id><published>2009-10-26T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:25:46.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 19; A Story Of Boy Meets Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SuWe_MPKINI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xRyl-OPcP9s/s1600-h/Five_hundred_days_of_summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SuWe_MPKINI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xRyl-OPcP9s/s320/Five_hundred_days_of_summer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396894536927158482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This has to be the most realistic romantic movie of love I've ever watched. It has everything, the highs &amp;amp; downs of the storyline, the humor, romance. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So me &amp;amp; Lily discovered this awesome shop selling popcorns. Now, what's so special? To understand this, you guys probably know that popcorns come in two usual flavors: sweet or salted. But this shop sells the popcorns in other various flavors! There was chocolate-flavored popcorns, butterscotch-flavored popcorns and even curry-flavored popcorns! Okay, the curry-flavored one might sound a tad disgusting but we swear the butterscotch one tastes heavenly! Go try it, it's at ION Orchard. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The week's going to be boring. As you see, the JC1s have to deal with Project Work &amp;amp; their Mother Tongue exams while we, the seniors, have our very own personalized timetable. Don't get me wrong, it ain't awesome at all. It's time-wasting and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And weirdly, I had one flashforward. Well, it was more of a dream. And it came true today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Exactly like it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-136195178663735647?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/136195178663735647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=136195178663735647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/136195178663735647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/136195178663735647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-19-story-of-boy-meets-girl.html' title='Episode 19; A Story Of Boy Meets Girl'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SuWe_MPKINI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xRyl-OPcP9s/s72-c/Five_hundred_days_of_summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8075146139474130634</id><published>2009-10-23T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:52:40.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 18; Little Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, we have ambitions. Big ones, little ones, medium sized. Sometimes, these ambitions comes with a price. Mostly it's patience or hardwork. I had to wait until I'm 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You see, most boys would want to own a vehicle one day. Be it an awesome car or a fast bike. But before they go through this process, there's always the, 'where's-your-license?' issue. So today, I came to settle that issue. I decided to get my driving license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've always wanted to drive. I had the passion and mostly, I'm awesome in car games. Daytona, Need For Speed, Burnout, etc etc. I'd kick their butts and I'd crash. But let's not get into that. So after seeing Ibrahim being able to ride his bike, I wanted to drive. But this ain't no gaming arcade, it was the real deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now all I have to do is pass the Basic Theory Test, practicals &amp;amp; the Final Theory Test before I can drive to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That is, IF my dad lets me use the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8075146139474130634?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8075146139474130634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8075146139474130634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8075146139474130634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8075146139474130634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-18-little-boys.html' title='Episode 18; Little Boys'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-943418137291862952</id><published>2009-10-16T21:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:57:00.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 17; Only You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SthypnCGG-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-sgOAIeGA8s/s1600-h/Vivo_City_by_whenspringcomeshome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SthypnCGG-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-sgOAIeGA8s/s320/Vivo_City_by_whenspringcomeshome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393186612954143714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They say when there are stars in the sky, there'll be no rain. So when there was only one, lonely star- and the brightest one at that- it wasn't going to rain, though it got breezy. Then I turned and looked at my very own star. I gazed deeply into her eyes. Her eyes were exceptionally beautiful under the clear, velvet night sky. Some people say that your eyes are the window to your soul. All I can say is that she'll drive me diabetic soon. Her sweetness clearly defines it all. Somehow I was under a spell cause all I wanted was to gaze into her eyes and be with her all night. It was the most beautiful &amp;amp; loveliest night I ever had. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"These are the days that we will always remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Chasing the night to make our days better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_\m/  &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-943418137291862952?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/943418137291862952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=943418137291862952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/943418137291862952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/943418137291862952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-17-only-you.html' title='Episode 17; Only You'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SthypnCGG-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-sgOAIeGA8s/s72-c/Vivo_City_by_whenspringcomeshome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-2883970346329203309</id><published>2009-10-15T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:58:56.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 16; New Perception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Ssvjbz4ORCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/XuqUuTU78AI/s1600-h/FlashForward2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Ssvjbz4ORCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/XuqUuTU78AI/s320/FlashForward2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389651446000927778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is as epic as it gets. The entire human population blacking out for 137 seconds &amp;amp; experiencing their flashforward? Simply brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So, people get to see visions of their future 6 months onwards and typically, most would freak out. Some treated it as a warning while others used them as hope. It's pretty amazing what people will think/do at great lenghts just to prevent/make their future come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The period where most students dread the most is almost over. Give it a week more and most of us would be enjoying the limited yet sweet period of freedom. Honestly, I thought Physics would get rid of me but finally, I managed to complete the paper fully for the very first time. It was beyond an achievement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now I'll just hope that what I answered would be correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-2883970346329203309?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/2883970346329203309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=2883970346329203309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2883970346329203309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2883970346329203309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-16-new-perception.html' title='Episode 16; New Perception'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Ssvjbz4ORCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/XuqUuTU78AI/s72-c/FlashForward2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-2446870815407511304</id><published>2009-10-03T11:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:07:04.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 15; Get Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SsbJi4TPp3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/kip-4gG74GU/s1600-h/Picture+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SsbJi4TPp3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/kip-4gG74GU/s320/Picture+137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388215605261215602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SsbJiVuanEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/cNISkcXzAYo/s1600-h/Picture+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SsbJiVuanEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/cNISkcXzAYo/s320/Picture+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388215595979938882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have to say, this has to be one of the biggest &amp;amp; awesomest Raya as a group everrrrr. Though I have to apologize if there are things that might have gone wrong throughout the journey.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Still, it beats everything. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; thanks for today sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILY!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-2446870815407511304?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/2446870815407511304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=2446870815407511304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2446870815407511304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2446870815407511304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/10/episode-15-get-up.html' title='Episode 15; Get Up'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SsbJi4TPp3I/AAAAAAAAAZk/kip-4gG74GU/s72-c/Picture+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-3569419715661638295</id><published>2009-09-28T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:38:53.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 14; Definitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For everything, there is a certain definition that accompanies with it. Usually, multiple definitions are attached to a particular word or action. Sometimes, when it gets so unique, it has only one meaning to it. It depends on how you define something really. Definitions change &amp;amp; gets updated along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitions are another way of explaining situations. It serves a purpose of making life easier for us so that we may understand things better, perhaps? Let's take life for example. Most people define 'life' as something mundane and typical. Some choose to define it as an empty canvas with life experiences slowly painting the plain canvas into a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My canvas is messy. It's neither an artwork nor a masterpiece. And on that canvas of mine, the mess forms into a bigger picture. A picture that speaks of a thousand words. One that clearly shows how I feel, defines who I am &amp;amp; what I will be. It may be permanent, it may not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a masterpiece can only be viewed from afar. But I know what I'll see in it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-3569419715661638295?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/3569419715661638295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=3569419715661638295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3569419715661638295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3569419715661638295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-14-definitions.html' title='Episode 14; Definitions'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-7791203972196514130</id><published>2009-09-25T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:06:57.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 13; All The Right Moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guys, gaining experiences are awesome. It's unexpecting and random yet useful. It gives us a deeper insight to our 'life journey'. Sometimes, these experiences motivates us &amp;amp; some tears us apart. But what happens if that particular experience just leaves you speechless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, me &amp;amp; Lily was randomly approached by this chinese guy. Probably in his mid-3os and was wearing casual wear. Now, being approached by a stranger was mentally shocking enough but the thing that made me came up with various scenarios was his 'story'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The details might be a little foggy so I'm just going to summarize. He approached us and told us that he needed cash to get home. He was 'disturbed' by a group of people near the coffee shop and his home telephone line was cut off. He continued his life story with a little background of his dad's death and how it changed his life from an Ah-Beng to a responsible citizen. I swear I couldn't find any link to his detailed story but one thing for sure, he needed money and I didn't believe a single word from his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to come up with my own fake story &amp;amp; so I told him I lived nearby and that I didn't bring any money. At first I thought he was asking me to beat up the guys that disturbed him. Then I thought he was going to rob us. He got polite and left us after I apologized that I didn't have any cash with me. He left us with a finally greeting- 'Don't need to apologize. Selamat Hari Raya!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as shocking it was, I learnt a valuable lesson from all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if you want money, just go straight to the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-7791203972196514130?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/7791203972196514130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=7791203972196514130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7791203972196514130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7791203972196514130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-13-all-right-moves.html' title='Episode 13; All The Right Moves'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-2111011670022423844</id><published>2009-09-20T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:20:34.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 12; Uprising/Undisclosed Desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In 30 days, I've experienced loads of emotions, excitement &amp;amp; changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within those days, the quest to control our desires have been fulfilled &amp;amp; it all leads up to this day today- Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Those days passed really fast, all within a blink of an eye. Ramadhan ended it's run &amp;amp; I have to say, we had a good run. It was amazing being able to break fast with family, friends &amp;amp; with that special person I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Syahwal arrived at the stroke of midnight, 20092009. The Raya music will jolt anyone and hype them into the Raya mode. It's like an uprising. But that sensation of feeling the excitement building up to this day suddenly disappeared as soon as I woke up today. Everything- from the mood to the excitement of going to relatives' places- was gone and I swear to God that all I wanted to do was to just sit at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could figure what's going wrong with me. It's that feeling when the butterflies in your stomach flaps too much, they just get tired. They're dying &amp;amp; I'm starting to feel lifeless. It's weird and as much as I want to comprehend what's going on with me, I just feel that I should leave it alone for now. As much as I want my undisclosed desires to be fulfilled, I have to remind myself that I'm not a wishmaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a wreck, but don't worry; I'll just pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Salam Aidilfitri (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-2111011670022423844?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/2111011670022423844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=2111011670022423844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2111011670022423844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2111011670022423844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-12-uprisingundisclosed-desires.html' title='Episode 12; Uprising/Undisclosed Desires'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-762395713518810113</id><published>2009-09-12T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:55:04.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 11; The Fake Sound Of Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The September holidays are coming to an end. I wouldn't sound THAT sad but to a certain extent, I would miss waking up late in the morning. What I won't miss is spending too much time at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It has come to a point when a certain individual stays at home for a particularly long period of time, he/she will eventually begin to do something rather insignificant/boring. I can list a lot but I'm going to stick with one for now that has been annoying me &amp;amp; some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a bad medium for social interaction. In fact, it's quite the breakthrough compared to Friendster. The only thing that is irritating is the amount of time spent on it by certain boring people. Lately, a new wave of tagging-friends-on-collages-that-describes-multiple-different-characteristics has been introduced. &amp;amp; this has caused my e-mail inbox to get super full within a day or two via Facebook's user comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Once or twice, fine, it's pretty cute. But when it gets all clogged up and it becomes a trend, it just sucks. Much like during the 'skinny jeans era' and the now-revitalized 'Yo-yo era'. It has to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that off my chest, I can head on to a brighter note: Hari Raya Aidilfitri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than a week plus away before the much anticipated day of festivities, delicious food &amp;amp; money ( I shall emphasize on MONEY ). Aidilfitri is super awesome. With or without exams around the corner, it doesn't fail to bring up my mood and enjoy- even for a day only. What's there not to enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic ingredient of an awesome Aidilfitri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) An open house.&lt;br /&gt;2) Family, close relatives are all there.&lt;br /&gt;3) Delicious foods that doesn't seem to run out.&lt;br /&gt;4) Lights everywhere, making the house look bright.&lt;br /&gt;5) Kids playing games.&lt;br /&gt;6) People chattering away.&lt;br /&gt;7) More food.&lt;br /&gt;8) Hari Raya songs ( lighten up the mood if No.5/6 doesn't work )&lt;br /&gt;9) Takes place at night.&lt;br /&gt;10) There's no school on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighten up yourselves. Examination period may be around the corner or just straight ahead but for a day only, enjoy the festivities of the best Muslim celebration ever. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-762395713518810113?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/762395713518810113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=762395713518810113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/762395713518810113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/762395713518810113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-11-fake-sound-of-progress.html' title='Episode 11; The Fake Sound Of Progress'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-9269986704649909</id><published>2009-09-06T12:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:39:42.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 10; The Way You Make Me Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SqIwovhrY5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/pdsuyaJRLa4/s1600-h/mLSRsDBUGpuwam32MLENUAIZo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 253px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377914381544416146" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SqIwovhrY5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/pdsuyaJRLa4/s320/mLSRsDBUGpuwam32MLENUAIZo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-9269986704649909?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/9269986704649909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=9269986704649909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/9269986704649909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/9269986704649909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-10-way-you-make-me-feel.html' title='Episode 10; The Way You Make Me Feel'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SqIwovhrY5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/pdsuyaJRLa4/s72-c/mLSRsDBUGpuwam32MLENUAIZo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8908388035289846593</id><published>2009-09-05T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:39:31.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 9; Right Place, Right Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You make a decision and the results are shown sooner or later. A butterfly flaps its wings and rain starts pouring. In other words, whatever you do has its effects. But imagine this: What would happen if your past/present decisions were never made? Would you still be going down the same path or be experiencing a new one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A: Abdul Mega Irani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mega has told us this story time &amp;amp; time again- and within those times, we've hit his head so hard to why he made this awful decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, he got 17 points for his O'lvls. Big whoop. But due to the Direct School Admission exercise, which enables a student to directly enter a JC of his/her choice via his/her CCA, Mega declined to... wait- I need a better, fragile word for this. Mmm. Oh, Mega REJECTED Tampines JC &amp;amp; St.Andrews JC to enter Yishun JC. No, I'm not implying that YJC is bad/lousy/old/pathetic/etc but look at it this way, two of the top JCs wanted him &amp;amp; he simply rejected them. Despite feeling 'I-would've-picked-TPJC/SAJC-instead-Mega', I actually felt glad he came to our JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he'd gone to either of those JCs, we wouldn't have an awesome, cute, cuddly friend with us. We wouldn't have known girls through him ( Mega's our *sugardaddy ). We wouldn't be able to experience the slowness in him. We wouldn't have an awesome bassist besides Irfan with us. Chasing Juliet wouldn't have been formed. That's how a small ripple would affect the calm waters. Yeah, THAT exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B: Amirun Rasyid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirun, a.k.a Afro, had gotten 14 points for his O'lvls. Now that's awesome, right? He could have entered TPJC and joined the other ESSS doods. But due to his 'small' CCA involvement, he couldn't enter and was thrown to Pioneer JC. I have no idea if it's a blessing or a curse but thanks to that, he decided to enter YJC. Again, if he were to have an awesome CCA record, we'd lose another awesome soccer player, an awesome singer-guitarist &amp;amp; YJC wouldn't have the first-ever afro student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It's weird but if someone were to ask me to change anything in the past, I'd say I'll only change the important ones but would leave the rest the way it is. I'm thankful and depsite the ups/downs I've experienced, I can't really complain. That's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I bet Mega does have his small regrets. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*sugardaddy- A guy who has ( almost ) all contacts and info of girls &amp;amp; all the girls know him &amp;amp; like him well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8908388035289846593?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8908388035289846593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8908388035289846593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8908388035289846593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8908388035289846593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-9-right-place-right-time.html' title='Episode 9; Right Place, Right Time'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-315491372547464602</id><published>2009-09-01T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:53:15.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 8; Artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;School life is really like a big canvas- it's all plain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then we have the frame which serves as our friends. Our social circle ( or rectangle, whatever ) makes our school life firm &amp;amp; solid. Still, the canvas is plain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks to the teachers, I guess they really paint our lives. Making it as messy &amp;amp; beautiful. Some teachers really will get on our nerves &amp;amp; come on, we will too. Haha. But if you look at it as a bigger picture, the canvas will end up as a masterpiece, an artwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy Teachers' Day. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-315491372547464602?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/315491372547464602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=315491372547464602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/315491372547464602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/315491372547464602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/09/episode-8-artwork.html' title='Episode 8; Artwork'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-2548255974215072728</id><published>2009-08-29T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:36:57.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 7; Represent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v730/mysterious664/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mLSRsDBUGnom945yjrxsqR1qo1_400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v730/mysterious664/mLSRsDBUGnom945yjrxsqR1qo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-2548255974215072728?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/2548255974215072728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=2548255974215072728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2548255974215072728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2548255974215072728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-7-represent.html' title='Episode 7; Represent'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-1589756829171604119</id><published>2009-08-28T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:25:52.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 6; Pretty. Odd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was awesome breaking fast with the guys earlier today. The feeling of breaking fast with your fellow Muslim friends is just awesome &amp;amp; fun. Ironically, I wasn't feeling much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really weird how our emotions come to play. As I see my friends spending time with their respective significant others together, I'm torn inside. It was an empty venue but a sweet one nontheless. The calming pond &amp;amp; the romantic well-lit lights, it was a truly romantic atmosphere definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist sitting alone and just ponder over stuffs that were just hanging over me. All I wished was to just spend the night there. It was really a nice place to just be alone and let everything else take control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically part and partial of life. There's the ups &amp;amp; downs. The ups makes us enjoy life but too much of it can kill. The downs will kill us if not treated with care but they're the bolts that tighten things. Confucious much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I have to thank you guys for the awesome planning &amp;amp; the company. Satay was awesome. So was my rendang burger. Heh. Shall do it once again one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's really pretty odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-1589756829171604119?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/1589756829171604119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=1589756829171604119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1589756829171604119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1589756829171604119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-6-pretty-odd.html' title='Episode 6; Pretty. Odd.'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8375965852906996936</id><published>2009-08-27T17:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:31:46.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 5; It's Not The End Of The World But I Can See It From Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You take a big jug and fill it Milo. Now that's your life, but it's just Milo powder. It needs substance and thus you add the milk. Life is getting sweeter as the milk mixes with the dark, brown Milo powder. But then you have to add hot water to make it taste good and balance out the sweetness. Those are the obstacles that'll burn &amp;amp; scar you if wrongly handled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you mix everything well enough, you'll get yourself a delicious, hot Milo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Life should stay that way. It has it's sweetness &amp;amp; it's burning flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a sip at a time to enjoy the awesomeness and to prevent those scorching moments. For the less ambitious, they would add the ice to completely wipe away the heat. Their life is less of a challenge but still okay. For the ambitious, they start to add whipped cream, more Milo powder &amp;amp; ice cream. Milo Dinosaur for the risk takers. They know that their life is awesome but they just want to tempt the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes, even the Milo Dinosaur is just too much for the big jug to handle. It starts to drip and eventually, it gets wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; You mess around with life, it gets wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love to drink hot Milo, iced Milo &amp;amp; sometimes even Milo Dinosaur. I love challenges, though sometimes I chill from them &amp;amp; I love taking risks. Furthermore, it quenches my thirst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is totally analogical. I'm just trying to say that for some, it may seem like it's the end of the world ( metaphorical ) cause from where you are, you can just see/predict it coming. But come on, have you even tasted the Milo yet? &amp;amp; for some, if you get too thirsty after reading this, go ahead and make yourselves some Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( I'm starting to get thirsty myself but I'm fasting )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8375965852906996936?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8375965852906996936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8375965852906996936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8375965852906996936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8375965852906996936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-5-its-not-end-of-world-but-i.html' title='Episode 5; It&apos;s Not The End Of The World But I Can See It From Here'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-7938414197664251830</id><published>2009-08-26T15:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:07:12.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 4; Walk On Water Or Drown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v730/mysterious664/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mLSRsDBUGpjvbublD67WWXFoo1_400.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v730/mysterious664/mLSRsDBUGpjvbublD67WWXFoo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-7938414197664251830?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/7938414197664251830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=7938414197664251830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7938414197664251830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7938414197664251830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-4-walk-on-water-or-drown.html' title='Episode 4; Walk On Water Or Drown'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8833107385044585486</id><published>2009-08-25T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:41:06.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 3; Three Flights Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, we have our limits. And we can tell those limits by the way we're acting. If you're too tired, your eyes will become droopy and all your hyperness will be depleted. If you're too hungry, stomach will growl. However, once you cross these limits, the side effects will come in. What side effects am I referring to here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I believe everyone has experienced their fair share of being a 'Patrick'. What is the 'Patrick' you ask? Well, in Spongebob Squarepants, Patrick is Spongebob's best buddy. However, he's uber slow. Now, I'm using this analogy to guide you along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So once you're feeling tired, your eyes start to be all droopy, your hype goes missing &amp;amp; you seldom talk. That's the cue for you to rest. But if you push yourself more, you'll just end up like a Patrick- uber slow. You'll agree to stuff that you don't even know, you hear things wrongly, etc. &amp;amp; it's not something bad. In fact, it's super hilarious. Trust me, experience the 'Patrick'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v730/mysterious664/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v730/mysterious664/mes.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"I'll just take a deep breath then I'll look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;This is how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and it's so surreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8833107385044585486?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8833107385044585486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8833107385044585486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8833107385044585486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8833107385044585486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-3-three-flights-up.html' title='Episode 3; Three Flights Up'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-2209110287759726015</id><published>2009-08-16T10:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:31:51.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 2; Get It/Get It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I believe most of you, especially Singaporeans, would know this expression, "Go fly kite!" Commonly used when you're irritated/annoyed with someone and you want him/her/them to get lost &amp;amp; do something stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But yesterday, that expression came to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We got ourselves lost in the awesomeness of flying kites. Yes, it may sound silly/childish but I can assure you skeptical people, that flying kites is one of the most awesomest things one should do before turning 30. In fact, when you're 30, bring your family along and fly kites together. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOMEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We started out with flying kites but Lily's kite flew away from her after the string went out. Watie, Mimi, me &amp;amp; Fadly were laughing hard but you know Karma, she was mad at us for being mean and she made me &amp;amp; Fadly's kite flew away from us not long then too. She even made Mimi's kite un-fly-able. Eventually I found Lily's kite. A kind family was holding onto it until some claimed it back. Then we had to get back my kite which happened to flew into a gardening site. A kind Bangladesh took it for us. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Played The Game Of Life &amp;amp; UNO before eating the much anticipated chocolate cake that was bought/brought for Lily on behalf of her birthday. We all got smeared in it but it's okay. It was deliciously awesomeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SodqmqODeXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uYqRz4B_wCc/s1600-h/6251_117330612890_774547890_2393655_1062158_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SodqmqODeXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uYqRz4B_wCc/s320/6251_117330612890_774547890_2393655_1062158_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370378293063416178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ah, the day shouldn't have ended. The night life was way nicer. Plus, Mimi's kite could only fly at night. Haha. But at least it ended with these awesome people. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-2209110287759726015?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/2209110287759726015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=2209110287759726015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2209110287759726015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2209110287759726015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-2-get-itget-it.html' title='Episode 2; Get It/Get It'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SodqmqODeXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uYqRz4B_wCc/s72-c/6251_117330612890_774547890_2393655_1062158_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-1190491686518629477</id><published>2009-08-15T12:31:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:58:08.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 10; Episode 1; What Do You See?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7fPEenoJ7Ps&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&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/7fPEenoJ7Ps&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is beyond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;EPIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. After watching this, I got the patriotic-goosebumps. August has been an awesome month. Fireworks, NDP, long-National-Day-holidays. Happy 44th Singapore. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-1190491686518629477?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/1190491686518629477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=1190491686518629477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1190491686518629477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1190491686518629477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/08/volume-10-episode-1-what-do-you-see.html' title='Volume 10; Episode 1; What Do You See?'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-1142663723773588944</id><published>2009-08-11T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:45:41.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 21; Tell Me About Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know, we humans have this certain desire to want to know about almost everything and anything. You see a friend whispering to another friend and they start laughing, you ask them, "Huh? What? Tell me what?! What?! What's so funny?!". You see people crowded in a certain area and you start being a cautious busybody. But as you get used to ignoring these desires, you know you're strong at resisting these insignificant temptations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But sometimes, that urge can just kill you. Especially if it's something that you yearn to find out but you're just afraid to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SoFzdU2AoBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-IXTFz7eqnw/s1600-h/Heroes__Parkman_by_RobD4E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SoFzdU2AoBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-IXTFz7eqnw/s320/Heroes__Parkman_by_RobD4E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368699178450984978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes I wish I was this guy here. He can read other people's thoughts in Heroes. And I would really like that power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But it'll just kills all the suspense &amp;amp; surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp; I love the suspense &amp;amp; surprise. That's how the small caterpillars in your stomach turn to butterflies which will cause your heart to beat super fast. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" END OF VOLUME 9 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-1142663723773588944?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/1142663723773588944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=1142663723773588944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1142663723773588944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1142663723773588944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-21-tell-me-about-everything.html' title='Episode 21; Tell Me About Everything'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SoFzdU2AoBI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-IXTFz7eqnw/s72-c/Heroes__Parkman_by_RobD4E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-3913322497869726938</id><published>2009-08-09T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:57:52.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 20; Here In Your Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sn7Hr7yg4jI/AAAAAAAAAX8/W8-dd7cROoc/s1600-h/3backinarms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sn7Hr7yg4jI/AAAAAAAAAX8/W8-dd7cROoc/s320/3backinarms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367947363470074418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-3913322497869726938?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/3913322497869726938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=3913322497869726938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3913322497869726938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3913322497869726938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-20-here-in-your-arms.html' title='Episode 20; Here In Your Arms'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sn7Hr7yg4jI/AAAAAAAAAX8/W8-dd7cROoc/s72-c/3backinarms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-3459691800485688143</id><published>2009-08-08T10:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:46:54.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 19; Whatever Happened, Happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So after our usual routine- playing beautiful soccer- on Friday evening, we decided to fill our much empty stomach at Long John Silvers. Me, Mega, Mirun &amp;amp; Farhan sat together. And on our table was someone else's cup of coke. Mirun talked about how he used to drink someone else's drink before when Anwar came to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Anwar: Aku nak balik ar. Baju aku berbau kuat sia. ( I want to go home. My shirt smells so bad. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Farhan: Alaa, stay je. ( Just stay la. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mirun: Takder perempuan sini la. ( There're no girls here. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mega: Aku pinjamkan kau uniform aku. ( I'll lend you my uniform. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then, Anwar, without realising it, picked up that cup of coke and drank it confidently as if it was ours. Now guys, have you ever had that moment where you know something is definitely wrong with the scene but yet you still just stone &amp;amp; figure out what's wrong with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We all had that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mirun broke the silence and revealed to Anwar that what he dranked wasn't ours. Anwar gave a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" OMG-WTF-SHIT! " &lt;/span&gt;expression and left to change to Mega's uniform. I swear to God, we laughed so hard ( and loud ), everyone just stop eating to look at us. Yeah, I know. That awesome, huh? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So it was a good end to a Friday, which was also the start of the NDP holidays. Haiqal managed to do the ' Zlatan ' during soccer. It was super awesome. It was like he was flying mid-air and did a back kick. Or something along that line. Haha. I'll be looking forward to Monday &amp;amp; yet dread another boring weekend. Oh, our NDP/College Day tributes wasn't that good. The only good part was the air-con. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Spell it, I-M-I-S-S, I miss you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-3459691800485688143?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/3459691800485688143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=3459691800485688143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3459691800485688143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3459691800485688143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-19-whatever-happened-happened.html' title='Episode 19; Whatever Happened, Happened'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-5274436650815756827</id><published>2009-08-04T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:34:43.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 18; So Sudden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The human mind is so well trained, we've managed to create a glass illusion to protect every little stuff we know to be true of. We're better off with what we think. But when the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL &lt;/span&gt;truth ( or any sudden realization ) emerges and sinks into you, that particular glass illusion shatters into smithereens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sngky1paeCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/nSjfok1udbY/s1600-h/Glass_Shatters_by_theobscured.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sngky1paeCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/nSjfok1udbY/s320/Glass_Shatters_by_theobscured.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366079411824785442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*glass shatters*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Over the years, I've come across many sudden realizations that made me go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Ohhh ya, I never knew that. "&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Ohhhh yaaaaahh. "&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; " OMG! !$#@^#^@~! "&lt;/span&gt;. My point is, when that big " OH " moment comes, it'll just change your perspective/view on something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like earlier today, I've learnt of something very, very unexpected and rather shocking. It blew my glass illusion away. Not shattered, blew away. Exploded. Yeah, that awesome. Okay, maybe not to that extent, but I wasn't expecting it anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So kudos to your mind games, Mirun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*glass shatters*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-5274436650815756827?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/5274436650815756827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=5274436650815756827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5274436650815756827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5274436650815756827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-18-so-sudden.html' title='Episode 18; So Sudden'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sngky1paeCI/AAAAAAAAAX0/nSjfok1udbY/s72-c/Glass_Shatters_by_theobscured.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-3447703741384594360</id><published>2009-08-02T12:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:41:00.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 17; Thunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you hear the thunder, it usually means that it's going to rain. The thunder serves as a warning for us to get shelter from getting wet ( or worst case scenario, getting hit by lightning ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But maybe I like the thunder. Maybe I like getting wet from the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's of course, metaphorical. I just love taking the risk. But some risks are just too great to handle. Like you won't know what the outcome will be like. Or simply said, you fear that something way beyond you might happen. You're afraid that instead of getting wet, you get hit by the lightning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So instead of getting wet, you hold yourself back in the shelter. It's safe, comfy and also self-assuring. Stay indoors, getting yourself warm with a cup of hot chocolate. But soon, a particular someone comes knocking on your door and asks you to just enjoy the rain with him/her. And you found out that it's not so bad after all. But what shocked you was that there's no more rain, no more thunder nor lightning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You look up at the dark, clear, night sky and all you see is a rain of not water droplets but a rain of-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SnVd_YGoDHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/LSs7aFxXfzk/s1600-h/Rain_of_Joy_by_RealmicSorcerer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SnVd_YGoDHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/LSs7aFxXfzk/s320/Rain_of_Joy_by_RealmicSorcerer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365297874465197170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp; let's just say that Round 2 was way sweeter/lovelier. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So bring on the rain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-Thunder by Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-3447703741384594360?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/3447703741384594360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=3447703741384594360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3447703741384594360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3447703741384594360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-17-thunder.html' title='Episode 17; Thunder'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SnVd_YGoDHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/LSs7aFxXfzk/s72-c/Rain_of_Joy_by_RealmicSorcerer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-9085087080937612080</id><published>2009-08-01T08:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:12:17.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 16; Gasp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The saying,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; "What goes around, comes around"&lt;/span&gt; has been proven time over time. It's even been made to an awesome, catchy single by Justin Timberlake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I have to say, Fathul better be ready when it comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You see, back on Thursday Arief, Mirun, Anwar, Ibrahim, me &amp;amp; Mega stayed back at the school's library to study. But before that me, Mirun &amp;amp; Mega went to eat outside first. While we were stuffing our much grumbling stomachs, Fathul came up with an evil idea that sparked interest in Ibrahim, Anwar &amp;amp; Arief back at the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They decided to stuff Mega's bag with pebbles, leaves and an unborrowed library book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So when we returned, they told me &amp;amp; Mirun about their scheme. Fathul lured Mega out with his bag and the whole library went beeping. Mega had unexpectedly brought out an unborrowed library book. I could've sworn almost the entire library population started laughing. Then two teachers came and searched Mega's bag. It was like at the airport. He was brought to one side and his entire bag was searched. Of course it's normal if it's just a standard procedure but this was due to an elaborate, evil plan to embarrass Mega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Long story short, Mega went all quiet at them and we headed to pray near the hall. When we returned, people at the library started giggling. Fai told Ibrahim to check his bag. It was filled with garbage. Arief &amp;amp; Anwar got paranoid and they checked their bags. They were filled with books, particularly about Hitler &amp;amp; Kennedy. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SnOUh14XOBI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xFnWburI5RE/s1600-h/IMG013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SnOUh14XOBI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xFnWburI5RE/s320/IMG013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364794890248468498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mega was trying to get his revenge but he failed quite miserably. Though he gave Arief a final present which was a big pebble stuffed in Arief's bag. He managed to find it soon enough and we decided to give Mega his credit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SnOUieKh9sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/H9T8_c47qmg/s1600-h/IMG014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SnOUieKh9sI/AAAAAAAAAXk/H9T8_c47qmg/s320/IMG014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364794901062088386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All these while, Fathul was known as the guy who cracks up lame jokes cause I swear his jokes can really make you go all, "WTF? *followed by laugh*". But for a guy who tells lame jokes, his practical ones can be really a killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Weird thing was that Mega was sitting him next to him after all without knowing he was the real mastermind. And this whole incident made us realise something;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Always check your bag before leaving a place with sensitive sensors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-9085087080937612080?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/9085087080937612080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=9085087080937612080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/9085087080937612080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/9085087080937612080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/08/episode-16-gasp.html' title='Episode 16; Gasp'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SnOUh14XOBI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xFnWburI5RE/s72-c/IMG013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-5899476558932777793</id><published>2009-07-28T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:12:13.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 15; Feeling This</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sm8CbPyrFcI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GYIJuphYTv0/s1600-h/National_Day_Preview_Fireworks_by_Soldi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sm8CbPyrFcI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GYIJuphYTv0/s320/National_Day_Preview_Fireworks_by_Soldi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363508348340344258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had one of the sweetest Saturdays ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I asked out Lily to study with me &amp;amp; we decided to study at the Esplanade Library. I've never been there before. Haha. We spent a few hours there together studying. Halfway through, this weird guy ( probably gay and lonely, very lonely ), did some very weird stuff to the "No Sleeping In The Library" signboard. We had a good time laughing at that guy. Mean? But come on, he provided entertainment. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Coincidentally, they were having the NDP Preview on that Saturday for the Primary 5s. What was so significant about this? Well, more on that later. So after studying, we decided to randomly walk around that area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I couldn't tell those who were patriotic from those who were going to see Liverpool. Too many reds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; We bought some cookies and headed near the S'pore River. If Singapore will be best known for something or enter the Guiness World Record for something, I swear it would be for the Mats &amp;amp; Minahs. They're just everywhere, infesting our once clean country. ;[ And we saw this group of mats &amp;amp; minahs freaking out when a small, innocent lizard crawled by. Heheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now why was the NDP Preview significant? It provided the best part of our outing- the fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It lasted for 5 minutes. We had to move about to get an awesome view. But nevertheless, the fireworks were simply amazing and to watch it with her was just lovely. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I honestly didn't want that day to end but we have worried parents who would call on the military if we didn't get home. Oh, and my little sister went for the preview without telling me. She's in Primary 5, you see. I don't expect her to tell me stuff. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This would be a good time to have that rewind-fastforward-pause remote control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think I'm fallin' asleep, but then all that it means is I'll always be dreaming of you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-5899476558932777793?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/5899476558932777793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=5899476558932777793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5899476558932777793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5899476558932777793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/07/episode-15-feeling-this.html' title='Episode 15; Feeling This'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sm8CbPyrFcI/AAAAAAAAAXU/GYIJuphYTv0/s72-c/National_Day_Preview_Fireworks_by_Soldi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-5157957376218448105</id><published>2009-07-19T18:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:56:56.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 14; Let Your Body Take Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In a war, we usually have two sides- mainly the good &amp;amp; the bad. ( No, there was NEVER ' The Ugly '. ) And usually, either one of the sides win, rarely we get to see both sides shaking hands and say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Good fight though mate. If you will just sign here and the battle is settled as a draw. Now, coffee anyone?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So when I found out I was sick, I knew a war was raging in me. Obviously, the good won or else I wouldn't be here blogging. Or would I? *raises eyebrows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To understand how I got sick, let me take you back to last Thursday. It was 16th of July and it was Maira's birthday. Usually, if one of our friends have a birthday, we would combine all our wealthy income to get that lucky person a birthday gift. Maira was no different. We got her a perfume. Don't ask, Arief initiated/planned/bought it. The thing is, with him initiating/planning/buying it, the present is with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But he got sick on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anwar called him down so we could give Maira the present and he did. If a zombie bites you, you get infected and naturally turn to one of them. Same concept, different virus, different method. Arief ' bit ' us and infected me &amp;amp; Mega. Syahiran &amp;amp; Farhan also somehow managed to get infected. So much for ' You'll never walk alone. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks to th&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;s sickness, our usual weekend plans were cancelled. Mega was being all ' socially responsible '. I ditched that idea and went to the zoo with my family on Saturday despite still being sick. And I'm truly sorry, but if any of the ani&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;als died due to some s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ckness, plea&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;e retrace back the step&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; to where I got the virus in the first place. *wide grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SmL5n7sAFoI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wDgrMLljfEc/s1600-h/Firecracker_by_Bl4ck_and_wh1te.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SmL5n7sAFoI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wDgrMLljfEc/s320/Firecracker_by_Bl4ck_and_wh1te.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360120970956772994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm really addicted to the song, Firecracker by Four Letter Lie. It's the song playing on my blog. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-5157957376218448105?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/5157957376218448105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=5157957376218448105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5157957376218448105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5157957376218448105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/07/episode-14-let-your-body-take-over.html' title='Episode 14; Let Your Body Take Over'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SmL5n7sAFoI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wDgrMLljfEc/s72-c/Firecracker_by_Bl4ck_and_wh1te.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-157623997327807560</id><published>2009-07-17T22:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:25:47.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 13; A Moment Suspended In Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, being embarrassed is a normal, typical feeling. It occurs when you do something stupid, silly or in anyway causes people to laugh at you. In fact, sometimes it may work to your advantage rather to your disadvantage. But that's BEING embarrassed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How about GETTING embarrassed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A few days ago, me, Anwar, Mega &amp;amp; Amirun took the 969 bus home. It's the only direct bus to Tampines from Yishun. I sat with Amirun while Mega sat with Anwar. I was having a talk with Amirun when suddenly Mega &amp;amp; Anwar interrupted us. I don't know what really happened but by judging the way Anwar's &amp;amp; Mega's story being similar, it's pretty credible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So while I was talking with Mirun, apparently Mega &amp;amp; Anwar was looking outside the bus when it stopped at his bus stop. They saw this couple. The girl waved for the bus to stop and it did. She boarded the bus and was expecting her boyfriend to board it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Before I continue, I would like to say that the feeling of being ditched is truly heartbreaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah, you guessed it. Her boyfriend ditched her and walked away, leaving her on the bus alone. Now, getting ditched is one thing but getting embarrassed in front of the people who saw that, particularly Anwar &amp;amp; Mega, would be just adding insult to injury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Embarrassing? Definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That worked to her disadvantage. How about advantage then? Remember about that infamous incident that changed Anwar's life? Yes, I'm talking about 'The Minah'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Earlier today, Muzzie, our drum demon, was walking with us to the mosque for our usual Friday prayers. Now, as we were walking, we saw this awesome bike. What we didn't see was three secondary school minahs walking opposite our direction. Three minahs. Similar much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah, so were walking and Muzzie suddenly came running up to me and told me, "Syaf, I just experienced 'The Minah'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What happened? Well, one of the minah, apparently looked at the bike and commented it to Muzzie saying, "Cool bike." They walked away and laughed. Muzzie didn't really experienced 'The Minah' fully. Only 1/3 of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At one point, I really thought minahs worldwide actually read my blog. Hmm. Hahaha. Why did it work to Muzzie's advantage eventhough it's embarrassing? Because he now has the luxury and experience of being the 2nd guy to experience the one thing that all mats have experienced, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'The Minah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least 1/3 of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-157623997327807560?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/157623997327807560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=157623997327807560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/157623997327807560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/157623997327807560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/07/episode-13-so-it-begins.html' title='Episode 13; A Moment Suspended In Time'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8707537585565538481</id><published>2009-07-14T21:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:19:55.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 12; Black Or White</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Back when I was in Primary 6, I knew who I was but I didn't know how/what I'd end up to be. I didn't even plan nor imagine how I would end up. My primary school friend once told me that I changed after this particular event- that I had become different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fast forward to the present &amp;amp; I look at the different people whom I know. Whether he has the charms, or whether she is always thinking tall to make up for her height, or whether he can play the guitar well, or has the cool afro, or he's chubby &amp;amp; cute, or is always being hot/cool at ( sometimes ) the same time, or loves to play soccer, or is always being random at point of times, or has the " Fantastic Four " or " Supreme Six ", they did change at one point in time to become who they are now. And they won't stop there. They will continue changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Especially when they've reached to the breakdown-point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What is the breakdown-point? Well, I think it's just the point of time where he/she has experienced the greatest fall/defeat and is willing to change for the greater good. Everyone ( including me ) has or will at least experience it at some point in their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know but whether they want to accept the change or just look back in anger, it determined where they are today- either leading a forever-sick-and-tired life or a whenever-I-feel-down-I-try-to-be-awesome-again! life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I wouldn't change a thing to be different or lead a different life. Cause I know one thing for sure, if I did change any littlest thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SlySQt-KI6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/6cgBZtySvK0/s1600-h/IMGP8326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SlySQt-KI6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/6cgBZtySvK0/s320/IMGP8326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358318472579916706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...I wouldn't have met them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8707537585565538481?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8707537585565538481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8707537585565538481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8707537585565538481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8707537585565538481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/07/episode-12-black-or-white.html' title='Episode 12; Black Or White'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SlySQt-KI6I/AAAAAAAAAXE/6cgBZtySvK0/s72-c/IMGP8326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-5458297894089924780</id><published>2009-07-12T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:32:13.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 11; Fault Line, A Fault Of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Why do people form cliques?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is it to enhance your image of awesomeness? Maybe you find it cool to be in groups? Or perhaps you know, your ' brothers ' will have your back if anything goes wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or maybe to play catching, like the 4 mats I saw doing yesterday by the playground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I spent the second-half of Saturday playing soccer with the guys at Bedok. Alot of people came, including this Ang Moh uncle whom at first we thought was quite a busybody until we found out he had mad skills! Never judge a book by it's cover? Right on Ang Moh uncle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just realized something. Singapore's education system is quite flawed. Think of it this way, on one hand we have the academics and the other we have the vocationalists. I'm under the academics and the academics will mostly learn about theorethical stuff while the vocationalists will mostly deal with hands-on work. &amp;amp; Singapore will never produce an absolute all-rounder person. Food for thought. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, I had some photoshoot on Friday. Totally a mess. The first one was class photoshoot. That one was okay although I think I looked quite bad. The second one was the CCA photoshoot. Since I'm in tennis, I had to bring along my racket. The formal shot was err, okay. But the informal oneeeeee. God, I had to think of poses. " The Roger Federer " or " The Andy Roddick " or " The I-don't-play-tennis-but-let's-pretend-I-do " poses. I have to salute photoshoot models for being so quick at thinking on their feet to what poses they'll achieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And to round up things, I've been having this feeling in me. It's not a bad one. It's quite nice actually. Like those butterflies in your stomach flapping their wings and all. It's either I'm feeling super good OR those butterflies are lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-5458297894089924780?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/5458297894089924780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=5458297894089924780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5458297894089924780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5458297894089924780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/07/episode-11-fault-line-fault-of-mine.html' title='Episode 11; Fault Line, A Fault Of Mine'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-7539254522867145328</id><published>2009-07-06T11:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:29:27.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 10; Endings Without Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Like Anwar said, "When life gives you lemons, you make lemonades."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What Sensei Anwar was trying to say is that when life gives you a hard time, make awesome use of that hard time. And for our dear awesome friend, Irfan ( a.k.a Iceman, Peter Parker ), who is hospitalized now due to a surgery, we hope you'll have an awesome time enjoying the hospital facilities, free food, nurses, etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chasing Juliet still needs another bassist. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Speaking of Chasing Juliet, we are considering another performance. It is not confirmed yet but if so, highly possible it'll be during the Wednesday Expresso. I wanted to go with the ' Smash Hits ' theme whereby we'll play our greatest hits but it'll be too much. So we sticked to these songs that MAY possibly be played;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;POV by McFly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The Heart Never Lies by McFly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Falling In Love by McFly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Apologize by OneRepublic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Gone So Young by Amber Pacific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Secret Valentine by We The Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Youth Day. What does it signify, really? I mean it's awesome cause we have a holiday but come on, honestly, what did the youths do back then to actually earn this holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*flashbacks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Youth 1: What up, bro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Youth 2: What up! *high-5*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Youth 1: We're going to do something legendary today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Youth 2: Awesome, what bro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Youth 1: Oh, you know, spray graffiti. *wide grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Youth 2: AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Youth 1: What up, bro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Youth 2: I just got mugged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Youth 1: God, that sucked... Wanna watch Grey's Anatomy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*wide grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You get the point. Back in the days, youths were still youths. I doubt they did anything significant to earn this holiday. But whatever they did to earn this, I salute them for they are the heroes of today, giving us this joy of not having a day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-7539254522867145328?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/7539254522867145328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=7539254522867145328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7539254522867145328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7539254522867145328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/07/episode-10-endings-without-stories.html' title='Episode 10; Endings Without Stories'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8066398144564863838</id><published>2009-07-01T09:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T14:21:05.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 9; Break Out! Break Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So my theory was right. I WAS cheated of my ' 24 hours per day ' plan. Each day seemed like it was 12 hours per day instead. And now MOE is cheating us of our June holidays. We should start school today instead. How can we still be schooling during June? Grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The best part of it, most of the June ' holidays ' were spent studying for the exams. Okay, maybe part of it only. But I bet they're all laughing at us. "LOL. LMAO. HAHA. How awesome can we get? We just fooled those kiddos thinking they're having holidays when- what? You want ME to set the exams paper? Oh well, at least we fooled them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And so far, I've managed to get through 2 papers already. Econs &amp;amp; Physics. Econs was okay. Deceiving and cunning. It stared at me, making me confuse. I entered the room feeling confident &amp;amp; within a minute, this paper tore me down to bits. I wrote nonsensical answers for the last question. Heh. :D Physics was just crazy. It was super crazy, I swore at one point, I actually stoned. And have you guys actually experience concentrating on your paper so hard, that the smallest, tiniest of distraction could shatter your train of thoughts? There was this guy beside me and he did his paper so super fast, I got so scared. I thought I was very, very slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I found out I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still have 2 more papers to go. Maths &amp;amp; Computing. I think I can handle tomorrow's Maths pretty confidently. Besides, it's only on Vectors &amp;amp; Complex Numbers. But imagine how awesome will it be when this all ends. *fantasizing tearing the exam papers, running around in a field filled with tall green grass, sunny weather, birds chirping etc*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then comes the day every student would dread and hate. The results day. Two of the most important events in school that will change the lives of students forever. One being the examination week itself and the other being the results day ( a.k.a ' D-Day ' ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Examination week will kill us all. Except for those inglorious bastards also known as the I-didn't-study-and-I'm-going-to-fail-when-in-fact-they-did-and-get-high-marks people. And the results day will also kill us all. Again, with exception of those same people, the I-think-I-will-fail-badly-when-in-the-end-they-pass-or-get-good-grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With too many precautions of the piggy flu going about, I'm pretty sure school will close down sooner or later. In the words of Shahmeer, let's just hope someone sacrifices and gets this flu virus thingy so school will close down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For the greater good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8066398144564863838?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8066398144564863838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8066398144564863838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8066398144564863838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8066398144564863838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/06/episode-9-break-out-break-out.html' title='Episode 9; Break Out! Break Out!'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-4424996119389465927</id><published>2009-06-26T11:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:00:59.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 8; Thriller</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, back in the old days, our parents would jive and funk to the sounds of the 60's, 70's, 80's, etc instead of our usual Linkin Park or My Chemical Romance or even The Black Eyed Peas. No, they would be funking out to the tunes of the great legen- let's wait and give him the greatest honour- dary, Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And up till today, he still 'thrilled' us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SkRGyJYg6cI/AAAAAAAAAW8/MUQ7T4U6Y00/s1600-h/Michael_Jackson_by_PussycatJOE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SkRGyJYg6cI/AAAAAAAAAW8/MUQ7T4U6Y00/s320/Michael_Jackson_by_PussycatJOE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351480084549134786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You go to every major news website and it's all about Michael Jackson. I mean of course, a legend had just passed away but what bothered me was that before, people took MJ for granted because of his controversial plastic surgery, his so-called pedophile acts and weird antics. Now that he's gone, they start saying, "He was at his prime of his life." or "He was at his peak of his career. He could've make a comeback." Screw you, people. Seriously. Does it really take them THAT long to realize you'll actually miss something before it's gone? Michael Jackson is a legend. Wacko or not, it doesn't really hurt to appreciate what he's contributed and we should honour it. Not give last-minute remarks on how his life could actually turn out. If they wanted that, then do something about it before he 'Beat It'. Assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;May your awesome, legendary moonwalk be forever remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sorry, it just pisses me off that people are taking things for granted. Sigh. Okay, in other news, I'm kinda banned from using the laptop now so if there's anything, just contact me through my phone. Anyways, exams are around the corner. In fact, it's this Monday. Good thing is that I'm 1/3 away from fully studying. Bad thing is, I might suffer from 'pre-exams blackout'. A very common sickness whereby you get mentally blocked before the papers begin. The worst situation, you start tearing in the hall filled with hundreds of your peers taking the same paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alrighty then. I'm going off now. Wouldn't update much in the next few weeks or so, but I'll try. Especially if something big as 'The Minah' would occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-4424996119389465927?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/4424996119389465927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=4424996119389465927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4424996119389465927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4424996119389465927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/06/episode-8-thriller.html' title='Episode 8; Thriller'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SkRGyJYg6cI/AAAAAAAAAW8/MUQ7T4U6Y00/s72-c/Michael_Jackson_by_PussycatJOE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-1618904180392631975</id><published>2009-06-24T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:37:30.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 7; Capital M-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, remember on my last post I mentioned that Singapore is small and the odds of meeting the same random person again is quite small yet there might be a chance? Armed with cameras, we were hoping to recapture that fateful event that changed Anwar's life- 'The Minah'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But come on guys, not everyday is Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SkIiZv2esjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Ao0lNQ2a-Cc/s1600-h/Revenge_of_the_Fallen_Ancients_by_Heartless314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SkIiZv2esjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Ao0lNQ2a-Cc/s320/Revenge_of_the_Fallen_Ancients_by_Heartless314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350877133006615090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Most probably the best $6 I've spent on for this year. This movie is super awesomeeeeeeee! I was left breathless by the awesome visual effects, graphics, sounds, robots and Megan Fox! Heheheh. The only sucky thing is that it'll make you wait for the next sequel to come out. ;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Shall not spoil the movie for those who have yet to catch it. After the movie, we bumped into Shameer at Burger King. Then into Fuad. Haha. Maira &amp;amp; Arief went home while the rest of us decided to walk around at Plaza Singapura and then at Far East Plaza. We got totally bored at one point, we actually sat down and talked about girls. We decided to classify the girls of YJC into these two groups; 'The Priscillia' and 'You-don't-look-hot-at-first-but-GOD-NOW-YOU-DO!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What are those groups you ask? Well, they are based on first impressions. 'The Priscillia' ( named aptly after a girl in our school ) occurs when you first see a guy/girl and you think to yourself, "Wow! He/She is so hot!" You go around telling your friends that you saw this hot guy/girl and when your friends see him/her, they too will be saying, "Wow! You are right!" And everytime you see that hot person, you'll be blown away. However, there is a limit- up to the point where seeing her makes you go, "And I thought he/she was hot. Please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That limit people, is called 'The Priscillia'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What about the  'You-don't-look-hot-at-first-but-GOD-NOW-YOU-DO!' ( a.k.a 'The Ugly Duckling' )? Same principle but only the opposite. You see a not-so-hot guy/girl and go, "Err, he/she's okay. Nothing much." Your friends agree with you and you guys agree to never talk about that person again. Then, you start seeing that person often enough and suddenly you're going, "Eh. He/She actually looks quite hot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your friends also agree and you guys start coming up with plans to talk to that hot person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So yes people, we were actually talking about this and classifiying girls into these 2 groups. Hahaha. We had nothing better to do. Heh. After much talking, we headed home knowing we have spent six awesome dollars on an awesome movie. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen is a must see movie. Yes, it may be about robots changing into electronical stuff to desguise themselves and fight off their evil counterparts. Just try &amp;amp; learn to appreciate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There's more than meets the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-1618904180392631975?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/1618904180392631975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=1618904180392631975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1618904180392631975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1618904180392631975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/06/episode-7-capital-m-e.html' title='Episode 7; Capital M-E'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SkIiZv2esjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Ao0lNQ2a-Cc/s72-c/Revenge_of_the_Fallen_Ancients_by_Heartless314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-1548215786215801662</id><published>2009-06-22T19:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:05:16.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 6: Stop And Stare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Singapore is very small. The odds of meeting that particular stranger again might be slim. Then again, it depends on how you look at it; it sucks that you might never see that person again OR it sucks that you might see that person again someday. Well today isn't any different- Anwar just might see that person again someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Or in his case, those 3 minahs ( malay version of ah-lians ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, this is the story of how Mirun, Arief &amp;amp; I experienced 'The Minah'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Firstly, what is a 'minah' you ask? Well, they're the equivalent of the ah-lians. The only difference is that they're malays. They hang out with the 'mats' ( equivalent to the ah-bengs ). They are very loud, talkative &amp;amp; very annoying. Plus, they curse &amp;amp; swear a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Earlier today, Arief, Mirun &amp;amp; me decided to head to town to book tix for Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. We're watching it on Wednesday &amp;amp; I'll get to it when the day comes. Anwar didn't want to follow us as he had other plans with his mum. Long story short, his plan was cancelled &amp;amp; he followed us instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We reached Orchard and immediately booked the tix at Orchard's Cineleisure. Walked around for some time there &amp;amp; decided to head home. While walking to Dhoby Ghaut MRT station, THREE MINAHS STOPPED IN THEIR TRACKS &amp;amp; WALKED WITH US. Some might say this is awesome but come on, really? Minahs? Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Without reacting awkwardly, we just walked &amp;amp; had our conversations. One of the minahs- erm, we shall call her Minah Blue since she was wearing some blue shirt- suddenly took out her handphone and faked a phone call. Arief knew it was a fake phone call but he decided to just keep quiet. So Minah Blue suddenly said, "What's your MSN?" on the phone to her supposedly invisible-friend-caller-who-doesn't-exist-since-it's-a-fake-call loudly. Obvious signal that she wanted our MSN emails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We ignored them and continued walking. Then, those 3 minahs walked passed us and stopped at a predestrian crossing. We thought it was over. But Minah Blue suddenly turned and smiled rather flirtishly at- wait for it- Anwar. *mind blasting action*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, all these while, those 3 minahs were after Anwar. They crossed the road but we didn't. And those 3 minahs waited for him to cross. Another one of the minah ( she was tall, so we'll call her Minah Tall ) kept looking at Anwar &amp;amp; reporting back at Minah Blue. Minah Red ( I think you guys get the picture ) kept looking at him too. We crossed the road and walked passed them quickly. The walked pass us &amp;amp; started to walk slowly, stopped, turned around, walked pass us again and Minah Blue looked at Anwar, smiled and said, "Byeeeeeee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me, Mirun &amp;amp; Arief just experienced how minahs operate today. It wasn't the coolest thing but it was an eye-opener. Never in my life, I've seen up close a girl making the moves on a guy. And not only just A girl but THREE girls. God, Anwar IS the ladies' man. Gotta give him props for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, 'The Minah' is not only a move, it requires tactics, patience &amp;amp; 2 wingman ( or in that case wingwoman, whatever ) to get it done. It may not be successful, but it's worth the shot. Do give your views and thoughts on the tagboard about this phenomenon. And if you guys/gals ( ever heard of lesbian minahs? ) ever experience this, note/mark on your calender that on that day, it's legendary and you have just experienced-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'The Minah'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-1548215786215801662?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/1548215786215801662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=1548215786215801662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1548215786215801662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1548215786215801662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/06/episode-6-stop-and-stare.html' title='Episode 6: Stop And Stare'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8213018334855713162</id><published>2009-06-20T19:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:05:42.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 5; Snap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, when you get hungry ( really, really hungry ), you'd eat literally any food that's been served. &amp;amp; the inner animal in you just devours everything in its path. Even your poor brother's Baked Curry Chicken Rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjzN4hYj29I/AAAAAAAAAWc/j0xq3IsHJgY/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjzN4hYj29I/AAAAAAAAAWc/j0xq3IsHJgY/s320/DSC00110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349376828327058386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me &amp;amp; the family decided to have dinner at Swensens yesterday. Aunty Rina &amp;amp; family was supposed to follow but couldn't make it last minute. I had a feast there. Ordered Baked Chicken Rice &amp;amp; Banana Crumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjzI6doLwSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/d5l2m70Tx74/s1600-h/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjzI6doLwSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/d5l2m70Tx74/s320/DSC00094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349371364120445218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just look at the Banana Crumble. God, it's magnificent. So delicious &amp;amp; mouth-watering. Hahaha. So anyways, after having a lovely dinner, we took a walk at Terminal 2. We were browsing the shops when my brother saw this drunken Caucasian. She was walking weirdly. Really, really weirdly. Like she had no sense of direction. So, like any typical Singaporean, we just stood there and watched her. Then my brother &amp;amp; dad started making fun of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And we laughed hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And has anyone been watching Harper's Island? Seriously guys, this show is like the epitome of modern television programmes now. Ever since Heroes ended their season &amp;amp; Prison Break ended their show with a certain sad ending, I think Harper's Island is just a nice way of bringing me back to the television world. Of course, there's always How I Met Your Mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That show, legendary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjztAag5KkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/dqCv-9_yx54/s1600-h/Legendary_Wallpaper_by_Jo0Lz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjztAag5KkI/AAAAAAAAAWs/dqCv-9_yx54/s320/Legendary_Wallpaper_by_Jo0Lz.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349411048782375490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8213018334855713162?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8213018334855713162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8213018334855713162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8213018334855713162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8213018334855713162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/06/episode-5-snap.html' title='Episode 5; Snap'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjzN4hYj29I/AAAAAAAAAWc/j0xq3IsHJgY/s72-c/DSC00110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-4655493657893587727</id><published>2009-06-18T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:29:45.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 4; House Of Wolves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When you put a reasonable amount of guys and a soccer ball in a street soccer court with cages enclosed around, the whole scene changes. It may look like a soccer game but they're like wolves chasing for the meat. It's like a house of wolves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjoFchdEupI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ptmpHZCIYyU/s1600-h/Wolves_of_New_Moon_by_NimueKaiba.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjoFchdEupI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ptmpHZCIYyU/s320/Wolves_of_New_Moon_by_NimueKaiba.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348593495030676114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Played soccer earlier today with the guys. 12 people came including myself. Mirun, Man, Dzul, Arif Ramlan, Arif Mustafa, Arief, Helmi, Ibrahim, Shahmeer, Haiqal &amp;amp; Syahiran. Was expecting more but they couldn't make it. It was awesome although we had a lot of water breaks. The weather was too sunny. Too much heat produced, it baked us alive. I think Mirun's afro expanded at some point. They should have fans around. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So after soccer, we stoned and chilled. Syahiran was the first to leave. Shahmeer, Haiqal, Arif R &amp;amp; Arif M and Dzul went to the community centre to change while we changed outside the court and just stoned again. It's a natural thing, especially after a hot game of soccer. Got very hungry and we had to decide where to have lunch. We finally came to a decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;KFC, McDonalds or Banquet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fetched Shameer from his silat training and headed to McDonalds. Ibrahim left while we were on the way there. We ate and chilled until we decided to head home. I went to East Point to repair my brother's handphone and played the arcade with Arif Ramlan for a while. Daytona! He kicked my ass twice. Hahaha. Oh, it's 2 games per 1 tap. So, worth the money guys. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The week's ending way too fast. It's like touch &amp;amp; go. I feel like I've been cheated of my " 24-hours-per-day plan. " It's like only I have 12 hours per day. Time is moving fast. And I have only a week plus before the exams come crashing on me. I'm only half prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The other half is still at ' pause land ', where all dreams and fairytales come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-4655493657893587727?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/4655493657893587727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=4655493657893587727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4655493657893587727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4655493657893587727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/06/episode-4-house-of-wolves.html' title='Episode 4; House Of Wolves'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjoFchdEupI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ptmpHZCIYyU/s72-c/Wolves_of_New_Moon_by_NimueKaiba.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-7340976058445658228</id><published>2009-06-17T16:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:53:59.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 3; Something Borrowed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, the holidays can really be a bore. And to get through the day without having the guilt of wasting time hanging on you, you have to study. No idea why but that's just how I feel and I'm sure most of you do too. And after much studying, I got really bored &amp;amp; surfed through a few of my friends' blogs. I entered one of my good friend's blog, Dann, and read his posts. There was one in particular that caught my eye. And even though he wrote that in his own point of view, it totally touched me and I could feel how he felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cause I went through it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With much credited, this is Dann's post;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Have you ever been with someone you truly love and came up with this imaginary list of things that you and your partner might do together in the future ? This list isin't a demanding one. It's one of those lists that just adds on by itself as time goes by. They mainly comprise of simple things or activities that is related to your partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;But as you're in the midst of making this list, your partner tells you things that challenge the ones you have in your list. In order to be the best for your partner, you are forced to completely erase your list and create an entirely new one based on the ideals of your partner so that he/she is satisfied. Or thats what you think. For the sake of your partner's happiness, you're willing to set aside your desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, there is also the issue of egoism. Ever been so much in love that you're willing to sacrifice your feelings and ego for that one individual that really really matters to you the most ? For instance, your partner says things that hurt your feelings. He/She doesn't realise it and you dont show that you're affected by them because you love them. You're willing to be patient, completely shut down your ego and put up a brave front. You smile and laugh it off. He/She will never know. They don't have to. If they did, it would only complicate matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partner's responses to the simplest of things you say also matter to you. Ever gotten responses that indicate that he/she doesn't give a damn about what you just said ? Or maybe the ones that suggest that he/she is unsure of what to say when what you really needed that one answer to know that your partner will always be there for you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say you can't pin high hopes on a person. Everyone's different. Some require much more patience and understanding. But a relationship's not meant to be solely based on one party. Imagine being very much in love with your partner but the responses you get from them indicate that they feel otherwise. It feels like your heart has been ripped apart over and over and stabbed at the same time. It's like climbing this mountain and when you think you're near to the top, you get pushed down by your own companion. But when you truly love someone, you brave your wounded heart through it all and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But day by day, you fear just one thing. That your partner might leave you. You fear it so much it kills you and you can't stop thinking about it when something goes wrong between the both of you. You think of the worst possible scenarios that might happen so that you'll at least be prepared should it really turn into reality. You love your partner so much that you're afraid that you might get betrayed in the end and all the love you've given was done in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try your best to change your ways according to your partner's desires. You do not care about yours anymore. Only your partner matters. But sometimes you are scared to look into their eyes. You fear that they might just leave you in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one should always remember this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziest and loudest of people are usually the ones with the fragile hearts. Their smiles and laughters are their attempt at covering up for that fragility. And there is always a limit to this. They might suddenly crumble and break down to the point where they can't be helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The only difference about us- I'm already at that point where I can't be helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Honestly, I can't judge myself and hence I can't tell you what I did right or wrong. But one thing for sure, I know I felt all these feelings that Dann has perfectly described. And it was all there up to the point you said you had no feelings for me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That was the limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You crumbled and broke me down to that point where I can't be helped. That once fragile heart got shattered into the tiniest pieces you can ever imagine. I reached to the top of the mountain, but you just pushed me down and I fell, face down. And it took me a whole lot of work to get it back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm a wreckage, I'm a mess. And it's not a grammatical error, cause I'm still one. I thought I was being the best for you. And I did show you my worst. But you couldn't accept my worst. You threw away all of that, packed your bags and left. You left me hanging out to dry. God knows how much water in me I have left to survive this drought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Day by day, I did fear for the worst- that you'd leave me. And eventually you did. You have no idea what I had to go through to just get back up, let alone to be myself again. We can't dwell on the past and we can't hope for the future. Neither am I. It's time I need a closure and move on. Too much pain I've experienced and it has affected me in the worst of ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And all the things I did was sincere and of no intentions to hurt you. You never did realise how much I loved you and how much I sacrificed to make things work, or at least made it last. No, it's not a grammatical mistake neither. You told me to get over you and move on. That was the final bullet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm not some boy that you can just sway but watch me bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-7340976058445658228?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/7340976058445658228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=7340976058445658228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7340976058445658228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7340976058445658228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/06/episode-3-something-borrowed.html' title='Episode 3; Something Borrowed'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-6727265788823321624</id><published>2009-06-17T02:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:52:35.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode 2; Nothing Good Happens After 2 A.M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's 2.30 A.M. and I can't seem to sleep well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's officially a Wednesday today and I'm so not going for tennis training. For one, my leg is still aching from all the walk I've been doing AND I don't feel like going school. So might as well stay at home and study. Study? Please. Hahaha. Ah but we all know I have to. Stupid block tests are coming as soon as June hits the 29th. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But behind all these crap, thank God there's Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen coming out next week! *jumps up &amp;amp; down and screams excitedly like a little kid*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjfoTkoNKZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/6L9vypuKYfQ/s1600-h/Revenge_of_the_Fallen_Ancients_by_Heartless314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjfoTkoNKZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/6L9vypuKYfQ/s320/Revenge_of_the_Fallen_Ancients_by_Heartless314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347998505473223058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's going to be legen- wait for it- dary! LEGENDARY ALRIGHT! Hahaha. THANK YOU MICHAEL BAY AND STEVEN SPIELBERG FOR THIS AWESOME MOVIE! ( oh, the soundtrack kicks ass by the way )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And if it's not enough, there's always New Moon to cheer us up after our end-year exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sjfo8UKDUfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/9e6RHZyqr_I/s1600-h/Newmoonposter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sjfo8UKDUfI/AAAAAAAAAV8/9e6RHZyqr_I/s320/Newmoonposter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347999205426418162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Looks kinda tacky at first but it'll grow onto you. Okay, I think my time is up and I'm feeling sleepy again. Shall update tomorrow or something. Goodnight ( or wee-morning, whatever )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-6727265788823321624?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/6727265788823321624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=6727265788823321624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6727265788823321624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6727265788823321624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/06/episode-2-nothing-good-happens-after-2.html' title='Episode 2; Nothing Good Happens After 2 A.M.'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjfoTkoNKZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/6L9vypuKYfQ/s72-c/Revenge_of_the_Fallen_Ancients_by_Heartless314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-2972328793293258759</id><published>2009-06-16T22:00:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:39:31.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 9; Episode 1; New Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sjeozk2QoyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NY1gCfS1YpM/s1600-h/CBS_HARPERS_UPFRONT_CLIP01_120x90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sjeozk2QoyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NY1gCfS1YpM/s320/CBS_HARPERS_UPFRONT_CLIP01_120x90.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347928686543807266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So who's watching this awesome television programme that's killing people on an island, one by one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's super super awesome ar! I mean, imagine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're having a wedding with the girl of your dreams ( or guy, whatever ) and invited all your close friends, family and relatives. Your wedding is going to be at an island. Romantic much? But then people start disappearing and are eventually found dead. Creepy much? Plus, the island has a history of a murder spree. Interesting much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's seriously addictive television. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I've not been blogging and I guess I just wasn't ready to blog after what had happened during the past few weeks. It affected me so badly. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The June holidays are here. Halfway through it already. Oh, and it's my sister's birthday today so HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Haha. Went to Bintan last week. From Monday till Friday. And Bintan totally helped me to just chill. It was so relaxing and awesome there. Played archery and air rifle. Drove the buggy around. Swam for hours in our own personal swimming pool by the bunglow's balcony. It was so good, I didn't want to go back home actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But come on, reality bites and it bites hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I would give anything to watch this with someone special,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjevCA6FFpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/M7mjfgXFGFA/s1600-h/DSC_9713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SjevCA6FFpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/M7mjfgXFGFA/s320/DSC_9713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347935531663955602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-2972328793293258759?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/2972328793293258759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=2972328793293258759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2972328793293258759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2972328793293258759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/06/volume-9-new-again-episode-1-when-world.html' title='Volume 9; Episode 1; New Again'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sjeozk2QoyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/NY1gCfS1YpM/s72-c/CBS_HARPERS_UPFRONT_CLIP01_120x90.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-3725266586583596740</id><published>2009-05-24T10:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:58:43.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 14; Goody, Like Two Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So guys, yesterday's Maths Trail was awesome after all. And it's all because of this handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Shi45yhE-NI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vnrTm4owA1U/s1600-h/Nokia_N95_by_dlt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Shi45yhE-NI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vnrTm4owA1U/s320/Nokia_N95_by_dlt2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339220661200287954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, this Nokia N95.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We planned to meet at Yishun MRT station at first but Chen and Mokthar  headed to Vivo City straight. So I had to wait for Ibrahim and he was late. We met with the rest and ended up being one of the few last teams to arrive to register. Girlfriend was already there with her team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then we were given our first task and we had to head to The Dolphine Lagoon. We were already sweating. Haha. So on our first task we had to do some maths-planning time-table thingy. And we manage to accomplish that super fast despite coming to the venue late cause we headed the wrong way. And we manage to receive the clue to our next venue for our second task; Fort Siloso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Now, for those who are familiar with Sentosa, there are 3 beaches- Siloso, Pahlawan and Tanjong Beach. Where we were was at Pahlawan and the next venue is at Siloso which is the opposite end of Sentosa. We decided to take the bus. What we didn't know, it would change our whole gameplan and luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We boarded the Sentosa bus which will take us to the different stops around the island. And we had to take the Red Line bus which will bring us to Siloso Beach. We boarded the bus and Mokthar stopped in his tracks near the seats. Chen, Ibrahim and me stopped too. That was when we found the 'life-altering' Nokia N95 handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We decided to check its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; contents and everything, thinking it might belong to one of our schoolmates but it happened to belong to some foreign businessman. We contemplated on either giving to Mrs. Szetoh, the hot teacher in-charge of the Maths Trail or we could give it to our principal which may acknowledge our honesty and integrity during morning assembly or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We decided to keep it first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So we reached the third stop at Imbiah Lookout. We found our third task venue and went on to do it. That was when the owner of the phone came and we gave back his phone. He called the phone and arranged meeting places for us to meet him but since we were constantly moving about due to the race, we just told him to call us when he reached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chen gave him back the handphone. The foreigner took out his wallet and gave Chen $50. Yes guys, 50-freaking-awesome-dollars! We splited it up to $12 plus each. Awesome, I know! Haha. After that, completed the third task and headed for the fourth and eventually finished the task. Head back to the end point to find out we're in the 7th place! Top 10! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We got plushie giraffes for our efforts. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Went to Vivo City to have lunch and walked around. Decided to catch a movie but it'll be late. Plus, loads of people were queueing for a movie. Screw you 'Saturday-movie-madness!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So we headed to the arcade where we played and burned our money. Hahaha. And watched some breakdance performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left early and met up with the girlfriend. Walked around Daiso for God-knows-how-long with her PW mates and left. Decided to take a long bus home but not before stopping to have a quick dinner together. Heh. She bought herself an awesome $6 hoodie! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Sent her home after that. God, I'm missing her already as I'm typing this blogpost. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So yesterday turned out well after all. It was, hmm, what's that word I dare say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Legendary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Love you, sweetheart! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" END OF VOLUME 8 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-3725266586583596740?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/3725266586583596740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=3725266586583596740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3725266586583596740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3725266586583596740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-14-goody-like-two-shoes.html' title='Chapter 14; Goody, Like Two Shoes'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Shi45yhE-NI/AAAAAAAAAVc/vnrTm4owA1U/s72-c/Nokia_N95_by_dlt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-1261190067892020695</id><published>2009-05-19T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:12:47.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 13; Statement Of Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Guys, sometimes when you feel like something is wrong and you start looking narrowly, you'll tend to find the logical fault and not the actual fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's what happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I've realised that looking at things narrowly will actually get you paranoid and it will eventually eat you up. What I didn't know that all of these could have been avoided if I actually paid closer attention to the bigger picture. And after a long talk, I felt better although I know I was the fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mean, when you have the opportunities, we don't usually let it go. But I did and for some reason, I didn't realise it until I got it straight to me. I got paranoid and I took things too far. And I'm sorry for being like this and causing this much problems. It got the better of me. I relied on some small, trivial matters when I should be focusing on the bigger and awesomer picture;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/ShLL9eRZPRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7nRrtekmsHo/s1600-h/IMG009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/ShLL9eRZPRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7nRrtekmsHo/s320/IMG009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337552765345938706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you, sweetheart. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-1261190067892020695?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/1261190067892020695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=1261190067892020695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1261190067892020695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1261190067892020695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-13-statement-of-character.html' title='Chapter 13; Statement Of Character'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/ShLL9eRZPRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7nRrtekmsHo/s72-c/IMG009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8802747984085331274</id><published>2009-05-17T00:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:25:14.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 12; Where Were We?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sg9zYgG9yhI/AAAAAAAAAVM/p0LqQzKBkb4/s1600-h/Startrekposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sg9zYgG9yhI/AAAAAAAAAVM/p0LqQzKBkb4/s320/Startrekposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336610948230531602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One of the most awesomest movies I've ever watched! Plot was excellent, the characters were well established and the action- well, come on, it's J.J. Abrams' Star Trek! Action is a must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So anyways, we played bowling yesterday. Me, Amirun, Arief, Anwar, Haiqal, Mega, Maira and Yan Ling. Yeah. We headed to Orchird Country Club. It looked like some resort with it's resort-esque smell and look. Nice attempt. Long story short, Maira owned us in the first game, Mega fell halfway while bowling, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(almost) &lt;/span&gt;won, Haiqal shocked us by actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(almost) &lt;/span&gt;winning, Mirun hit a strike for the first time, Anwar and Yan Ling shared games since there wasn't enough lanes and Arief won the second game thanks to some Izza-aura. Hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The guys went home after that while I waited for Hadassah at the library. I didn't know Yishun had it's own library. Cool, cool. Read a cookbook on pies. Heh. She eventually finished her PW meeting and we walked around before catching the awesome Star Trek! It was totally awesome for me on every scale but she thought it got boring eventually. Can't blame her. She never liked these kinda shows. But thanks sweetheart for watching it with me. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So I sent her home and I headed home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, my much-anticipated Rock Band Unplugged finished downloading early today! Gonna spam the game until the battery runs out and I have nothing to do but my homeworks. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes I just guess you have to have faith when everything seems to be falling apart. I didn't have any during the lowest point of my life and I wonder, what if I did? Maybe some alternate timeline would occur and it could get better faster. It's like the 'butterfly effect'; change one thing, everything changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And in just one night everything had change. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Love you, hunn. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8802747984085331274?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8802747984085331274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8802747984085331274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8802747984085331274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8802747984085331274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-12-where-were-we.html' title='Chapter 12; Where Were We?'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sg9zYgG9yhI/AAAAAAAAAVM/p0LqQzKBkb4/s72-c/Startrekposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-9023573621160249749</id><published>2009-05-16T13:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T04:54:04.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11; Candles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I got lucky too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;after Jam &amp;amp; Hop night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I got to know you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;that's when everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;went so right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I had no intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;of getting close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;But you kidnapped my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and gave me an overdose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'm addicted to you since then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;when you gave me the best birthday present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Our first kiss was the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;My heartbeat couldn't come to a rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I've never regretted a second being with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;it's everything I'd possibly will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'd jump over the building's ledge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;to catch you when you're falling off the edge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;One month's fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Many more to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;We'll let them past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and never forget them so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Our first kiss was on a hill, under the blank sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A lovely thrill, I've ever felt in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I got the best birthday gift any guy would get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The taste of your lips that would drive me so mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You told me once when you were away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you said, "I'd look at the stars and think of you everyday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You're my star that I hold onto tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You shine everytime, ever so bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You listened to my heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;when you laid on my chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You said, "It felt amaazingggg!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You are the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;20th March 2009,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;our first ever date,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;out in the open skyline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I swore to myself to love you forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Even if it takes a butcher and a cleaver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I'll be okay, cause I'm with an amazing girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;My only wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;...together soon, we'll be in our own world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I made this poem. I just need to let my feelings out. Pour them out like syrup over pancakes. And if you're reading this, it's specially dedicated for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I love you, Hadassah. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-9023573621160249749?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/9023573621160249749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=9023573621160249749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/9023573621160249749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/9023573621160249749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-11-wind-blows.html' title='Chapter 11; Candles'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-6931074100363985377</id><published>2009-05-12T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:09:24.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10; ¡Viva La Gloria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If you remembered, I wrote a story once and posted on my blog. Well I'm going to post it again with a few minor editing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“Get out of my house and never come back!” a woman shouted as she slammed the door shut loudly. He stood at the porch staring at the white, wooden door. He turned, picked up his suitcases and went on his way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The cool night breeze made the atmosphere soothing as the lights from the street lamps gave away his identity. Carter McKnight waved for a taxi as he adjusted his grip on his suitcases. Taxis were rarely available at night in downtown New York. As busy as it may seem, New York was rather quiet at the suburbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Carter gave a sigh after half an hour of waiting and continued walking. His destination was unsure but he knew he needed to find a motel to get a rest. He halted as soon as he spotted a diner across the street. Carter’s tummy was grumbling anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“Hello sir, may I take your order?” a young waitress approached him as soon as Carter sat down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“Yes, please. One of those waffles will do,” he replied with a smile. McKnight sat there and looked outside the diner through the window. His mind wandered off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“Here he is, Carter McKnight!” the host introduced as the curtains withdrew followed by a wild applause by the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Carter McKnight was a singer and a guitarist who played nightly in a restaurant. But recently, some sponsors wanted to promote him and eventually he had the chance to play in a gig. People loved him and he had his own album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;McKnight sang as he played the guitar. His singing and the rhythm of the guitar coincided perfectly as the song was played and sung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“Sir, here are the waffles you ordered,” the waitress tapped his shoulder. That gave him a brief shock as he entered reality. He smiled to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“You look depressed. May I ask why?” she asked as she sat opposite him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Carter McKnight gave a sigh and explained to her about the misery he was going through. Tabloids and paparazzi hunting him down, the love of his life threw him out of his own home and the mixed emotions he was going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“I don’t know why, but somehow, despite this, I feel there’s something bigger for me, you know?” Carter said and ate his waffle as he admired the waitress. She was fair and had the most beautiful eyes. He glanced at her name tag- Gloria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“Things happen for a reason. Maybe the reason for all these is hidden for now,” she replied looking at Carter’s suitcase which had, “Carter McKnight” written on it and smiled as she stood up and left. McKnight looked on at Gloria as she approached another table to get the orders of the people there. Carter knew what she said was true. Everything happens for a reason. He stood up and picked up his bags. Just as he was about to leave, he saw a piece of torn paper which had, “(212) 288-9276, Call Me If You Need Anything” written on it. He left the diner and gave a smile to Gloria. She smiled back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A bike sped on a puddle and that gave a splash on Carter’s coat. Carter wiped away the dirt but it was still wet. As he was about to continue searching for a motel, he heard a distant call. Someone was calling his name. He turned and saw Gloria waving at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“Mind walking home with you?” Gloria asked as she approached Carter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“I’m looking for a motel actually. Remember? Got kicked out of the house,” Carter replied. Gloria giggled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“I’ll walk you to the nearest motel then,” Gloria said. Carter just smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Both of them walked under the starlit sky as they talk about their lives. Gloria was a university student who’s working while waiting for her term to start. She was 3 years younger than McKnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“You know, you made me smile today,” Carter looked at Gloria as they reached a motel. His eyes were fixed on hers. That made her smile nervously. McKnight got nearer to Gloria and they kissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have,” Carter took a step back and apologized. Gloria smiled, got nearer to Carter and gave another kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“That’s for walking with me to my motel. I’m staying here temporarily,” Gloria said as she pointed to the motel room which had “ROOM 1204” on its door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Gloria walked towards her room and gave a final smile to Carter before entering. He entered the motel and checked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“’Ere you go sir, yer’ room,” the receptionist informed with his Texan accent as he passed the keys to Carter. Carter entered his motel room and immediately lay down on the bed. He felt so comfortable. He thoughts was playing mind games on him again as this time, he thought off the time he proposed to Kristen, the woman who kicked him out of his own house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It was romantic. They were at the beach at night looking at the stars. Carter popped the question out of the blue moon and Kristen replied with a “YES!” immediately. But Carter couldn’t stop thinking, “What went wrong?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wedding ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;He exited his motel room to get a fresh air and saw Annie walking towards the motel lobby. Excitedly, he grabbed his coat and headed to the lobby.“Gloria! Where are you heading?” Carter asked her as she turned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“Oh. I’m just getting some fresh air,” she replied smiling to him. She never stopped smiling. Her smiles made Carter’s heart skipped a beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“Erm, I was wondering you see, uhh, do you want to have a drink?” he asked nervously. “Sure,” Gloria replied with giggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;They walked to a 24 hours seaside open-air food centre. Both grabbed themselves a drink and some supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“The way you look at me, it makes me nervous,“ Gloria exclaimed as she blushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen Annie,” Carter replied as he held Gloria’s hand. Gloria blushed more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;They got nearer and as they wanted to kiss, a shooting star flew by. People started commenting on that beautiful scenery. Both of them looked on at the shooting star. Gloria closed her eyes and murmured something. It was a wish. People make wishes when they see a shooting star. McKnight gave it a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Out of nowhere, he felt a kiss on his lips. The sensation in him was burning. He never had felt this feeling before and he loved it. After what seems to be an eternity, which was a boon to Carter, they parted. Both were infinity on high and smiles paved way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“I love you Gloria,” McKnight whispered. Call it love at first sight or whatever you wish, but he knew she was the reason he needed to find all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Gloria got closer to Carter and whispered, “I love you too Carter,”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;He fell in love with a diner girl within a few hours of meeting her. They headed back to their motel as soon as they finished their supper. Hand in hand they walked down the streets. It was 3am in the morning by now. Carter held Gloria hands, kneeled down and took out a ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“This was the ring my ex-wife threw away after she kicked me out of my house,” Carter gave a brief laugh and continued, “I know we've just met but I swear, being with you makes me feel like me again. Gloria, would you be my love, forever?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Gloria stood there with tears in her eyes. They just met and he's going to marry her. Will this work? She had no idea. As soon as she wanted to answer, Carter pushed her out of the way as swiftly as possible and an amplified loudness was heard. Gloria couldn’t make out that noise. She stood up, bright lights were all she saw and when the debris was cleared, she saw a 16-wheeler crushed at the spot where she and Carter stood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;She paced back and forth at the corridor, waiting for news from the doctors. The light from the “OPERATION IN PROGRESS” signboard went shut. The doctor appeared from behind the operation theatre door with blood on his gloves. The doctor approached Gloria, pulled down his mouth-mask and revealed the news…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So yeah guys. You decide how you want it to end. Just leave an idea by the tagboard. I'll try and write the continuation depending on what you guys want. But honestly, I don't think anyone will read this. Hahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-6931074100363985377?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/6931074100363985377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=6931074100363985377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6931074100363985377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6931074100363985377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-10-viva-la-gloria.html' title='Chapter 10; ¡Viva La Gloria!'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-9045176772374999623</id><published>2009-05-10T15:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:51:53.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 9; Come On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One more day before the long weekend is over. And I haven't really had the chance to properly enjoy this awesome weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh, come on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SgbFpyLQIfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Z1tKW5mXHe0/s1600-h/Bowling_15_s_by_ggarfield.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SgbFpyLQIfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Z1tKW5mXHe0/s320/Bowling_15_s_by_ggarfield.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334168130301207026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So yesterday me, Amirun, Arief, Anwar and Mega had an outing. Initially, we planned to play tennis in the morning, then go swimming and play bowling. But tennis courts were fully booked. So tennis was canceled and we were left with swimming and bowling. But swimming didn't really became a good plan. And we were left with bowling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Met at Tampines Interchange and walked around Tampines One. It's still has the 'fresh' feeling. Walked around and saw some aunties played at the arcade. They played Guitar Hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Went to e-Hub after that. Had lunch at Pastamania! ^^ I swear to God, I'm in love with that place. It's like my eating haven or something along that line. Err yeah. So anyways, after that we played 2 games of bowling. Oh and did I mention we had to book it twice since Arief threw the receipt away the first time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SgbK3RdLf4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/twmVl5djQ7o/s1600-h/IMG017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SgbK3RdLf4I/AAAAAAAAAVE/twmVl5djQ7o/s320/IMG017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334173859594338178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SgbK3Ldy_mI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cik6i8pXdoE/s1600-h/IMG021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SgbK3Ldy_mI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cik6i8pXdoE/s320/IMG021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334173857986313826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SgbK2931h2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/7IpdUOur3Bg/s1600-h/IMG022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SgbK2931h2I/AAAAAAAAAU0/7IpdUOur3Bg/s320/IMG022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334173854337435490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just look at these 3 handsome guys (I'm not included, sadly). Anwar owned the first game while Mega stole the limelight in the 2nd game. I was 3rd all the way. Screw you 10-pin bowling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh well. Playing tennis with them tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's going to be legendary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-9045176772374999623?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/9045176772374999623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=9045176772374999623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/9045176772374999623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/9045176772374999623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/05/episode-9-come-on.html' title='Chapter 9; Come On'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SgbFpyLQIfI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Z1tKW5mXHe0/s72-c/Bowling_15_s_by_ggarfield.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-9013825168399017632</id><published>2009-05-03T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:03:50.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 8; Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sf03LJ_iBmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gEvuGagbqK0/s1600-h/All_American_Rejects_2_by_chrisdelta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sf03LJ_iBmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gEvuGagbqK0/s320/All_American_Rejects_2_by_chrisdelta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331478198677014114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The weekends are ending too soon! WTFISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Good thing I've completed my homeworks. But it just gets too boring at home. Furthermore, girlfriend's on the way back from Melaka and I'm missing you like crazy. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm digging McFly's new sound. Their new album was out last year but I was slowwww. Radio:ACTIVE. Yeap. And I managed to download 3 new movies last night with an all new episode of Prison Break! THREE MOVIES! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?! Lol. I got Fast And Furious, Dragonball: Evolution and Fanboys. Looking forward to watching Fanboys! Wicked funny. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heroes has completed it's Volume 4 which means I have to wait until maybe September for Volume 5 to begin? Yeah. And Prison Break is ending in 3 weeks time until it's 2 hour movie premiers in June. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO KEEP MY NIGHTS OCCUPIED NOW WITH NO MORE PRISON BREAK AND HEROES?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Imagine if those infected with swine-flu actually turned into human-mutated-swine zombies. And the last thing on our mind is survival. Maybe they could make a movie or a television drama show on that. Hmm, food for thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-9013825168399017632?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/9013825168399017632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=9013825168399017632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/9013825168399017632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/9013825168399017632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-8-bang.html' title='Chapter 8; Bang'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Sf03LJ_iBmI/AAAAAAAAAUk/gEvuGagbqK0/s72-c/All_American_Rejects_2_by_chrisdelta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-5460139883602500882</id><published>2009-05-01T08:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T09:47:11.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 7; Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This whole Swine Flu pandemonium has given me the panicky edge. I'm terribly afraid it might hit Singapore and the whole SARS paranoia will return. On the brighter note, schools MAY close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SfpH7CmnRAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XUQ6YcsHUXs/s1600-h/3480777512_a218fddde0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SfpH7CmnRAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XUQ6YcsHUXs/s320/3480777512_a218fddde0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330652188583085058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Let's just hope Singapore won't have to resort to wearing face-masks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Talking about the closure of schools, today is Labour Day! It's been good having loads of holidays falling on the weekdays. Another is coming up, Vesak Day. So looking forward to another long weekend. Deserving of one. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Going to Aunty Rina's place later. Cousin's birthday celebration I guess. But I'm going there for the main purpose of playing their Guitar Hero World Tour. It's freaking awesome ar. I mean, my Rock Band is better by a milestone in terms of the gameplay but GHWT's drumset is definitely cooler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay guys, I'm going to leave with this new song I just uploaded. It's from The All American Rejects, called The Wind Blows. Very nice song. It comes with a music video but apparently YouTube doesn't like Singapore and we are not able to watch it. Luckily it still provides other videos or else I'll boycott you dammit. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I’ll be outside of your window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I’ll pass by but I’ll go slow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I’ll leave when the wind blows"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-5460139883602500882?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/5460139883602500882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=5460139883602500882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5460139883602500882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5460139883602500882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-7-fiction.html' title='Chapter 7; Fiction'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SfpH7CmnRAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XUQ6YcsHUXs/s72-c/3480777512_a218fddde0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-1670225670588893131</id><published>2009-04-26T12:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:09:32.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 6; Into The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SfPsMyDoiDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XXqJKj8rBp4/s1600-h/IMG011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SfPsMyDoiDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XXqJKj8rBp4/s320/IMG011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328862488449026098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-1670225670588893131?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/1670225670588893131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=1670225670588893131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1670225670588893131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1670225670588893131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-6-into-night.html' title='Chapter 6; Into The Night'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SfPsMyDoiDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XXqJKj8rBp4/s72-c/IMG011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-1273232027341283134</id><published>2009-04-21T16:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:19:19.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5; Turn And Face The Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I decided to get myself an early leave from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There were alot of stuff twirling in my head and besides, I wasn't feeling well much. I wouldn't be able to concentrate anyways being sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We are officially out from the tennis A' Division. Got trashed by Catholic JC. Except for the fact that Marcus won. That wouldn't have helped us anyways. We COULD qualify if by some extreme miracle that the other teams got disqualified for the use of drugs or something, but I highly doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mr Sng considered me playing during the Innova JC match tomorrow. At first I was quite pissed- play me when we're already out of the tournament. But then it's okay. I still get a chance to gain experience and whatevernot crap. And so, I'm grateful. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I failed my Maths Statistics Test. 18/50. 7 more marks. Sigh. Not entirely proud of it but I was expecting myself to fail this test. It was mighty confusing. Plus, I kinda forgot how to use the Statistics functions in the calculator halfway. Yeah. Not sure if it's a U grade or an S grade, either way, re-test next Thursday. O-freaking-MG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Can't afford to fail anymore. I'm sick of failures and sick of me being one, dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm meant for bigger things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Se2KG_fQPKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/su-5m9ZXp0Y/s1600-h/DSC_9109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Se2KG_fQPKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/su-5m9ZXp0Y/s320/DSC_9109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327065786975534242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...or at least my new baby cousin will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-1273232027341283134?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/1273232027341283134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=1273232027341283134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1273232027341283134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1273232027341283134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-5-turn-and-face-strange.html' title='Chapter 5; Turn And Face The Strange'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/Se2KG_fQPKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/su-5m9ZXp0Y/s72-c/DSC_9109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-2029613458853633075</id><published>2009-04-19T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:20:35.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4; Almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SesU97kWZWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uZXuLk--hiU/s1600-h/DSC_8917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SesU97kWZWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uZXuLk--hiU/s320/DSC_8917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326374038490473826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This Caucasian guy from Anglo-Chinese International, beat my tennis captain 9-1 last Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Peng Shuo and Jun Jie won doubles though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But still, ultimate trashing, 'nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I want a chance to ( almost ) kick some ass even though I may play badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-2029613458853633075?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/2029613458853633075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=2029613458853633075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2029613458853633075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2029613458853633075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-4-almost.html' title='Chapter 4; Almost'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SesU97kWZWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/uZXuLk--hiU/s72-c/DSC_8917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-1569128701268326508</id><published>2009-04-15T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:56:36.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3; Do You Want To?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We got trashed by the Anglo-Chinese boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1100 HRS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Officially ended school. Hanged out with Syahiran and Hadassah at the Wedex. Chilled and talked. Managed to receive my tennis jersey from Wisarut. The jersey looks awesome. Plus, it's Adidas. ^^ Ibrahim, Haiqal and Shahmeer ( the soccer boys ) were complaning how awesome looking it was since their jerseys were Kronos-branded. What brand is that, you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's our PE attire brand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12oo HRS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Had a warm-up at the squash court. Then, met up with Mr Sng and he gave a briefing about us as a team. As much as I like Mr Sng, Mr Sara gives a better motivational talk. Way better. So we left school and headed to Anglo-Chinese School (Independent). Ohmygay, their school is freaking big ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's so big, it has a dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's so big, it has a swimming pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's so big, we (almost) got lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's so big, there were no girls around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, not even one girl was there. I didn't know it was an all-boys school la. Okay fine, it's huge and all but what's all that without our other halves? It'll be sooooo gay there. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1415 HRS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The tournament started. I didn't played though. Everyone was so hyped and nervous. Underdogs, YJC, against the giants, ACS(I). It'll be our hardest match and it'll definitely be their easiest one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We were right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And even though we played like this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeXY19emrgI/AAAAAAAAATs/sDVkglxXgFM/s1600-h/d91aa665897892d4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeXY19emrgI/AAAAAAAAATs/sDVkglxXgFM/s320/d91aa665897892d4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324900555983072770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeXY1uXfniI/AAAAAAAAATk/30-wXXv687c/s1600-h/Roger_Federer_AO7_by_leftysrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeXY1uXfniI/AAAAAAAAATk/30-wXXv687c/s320/Roger_Federer_AO7_by_leftysrock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324900551926717986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeXY1MpNYBI/AAAAAAAAATM/Vops_YwGyko/s1600-h/Novak_Djokovic_AO2_by_leftysrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeXY1MpNYBI/AAAAAAAAATM/Vops_YwGyko/s320/Novak_Djokovic_AO2_by_leftysrock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324900542874214418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeXY1sZcu2I/AAAAAAAAATc/bSfxloUOOnE/s1600-h/Novak_Djokovic_AO4_by_leftysrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeXY1sZcu2I/AAAAAAAAATc/bSfxloUOOnE/s320/Novak_Djokovic_AO4_by_leftysrock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324900551398046562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...we got trashed by the Anglo-Chinese boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeXY1SLu5HI/AAAAAAAAATU/hmE3jutUxi8/s1600-h/Novak_Djokovic_AO3_by_leftysrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeXY1SLu5HI/AAAAAAAAATU/hmE3jutUxi8/s320/Novak_Djokovic_AO3_by_leftysrock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324900544361194610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We'll return on Friday to kick some ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-1569128701268326508?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/1569128701268326508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=1569128701268326508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1569128701268326508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1569128701268326508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-3-do-you-want-to.html' title='Chapter 3; Do You Want To?'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeXY19emrgI/AAAAAAAAATs/sDVkglxXgFM/s72-c/d91aa665897892d4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8806869159269362366</id><published>2009-04-13T00:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:06:10.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2; Cold Snap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gay-shopping with Arief turned out better than expected. We got ourselves matching bermudas and hoodies. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best way to start off a post eh? Thought so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well, managed to explore Tampines 1 after seeing it ' Under Construction ' for far too long. Better than Tampines Mall but lacking of good restaurants. Come on, we get hungry after we shop! Definitely an error in the food department. Other than that, it was all good. *thumbs up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeIaKRzkysI/AAAAAAAAASs/x-KEMImyqkg/s1600-h/Knowingposter08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeIaKRzkysI/AAAAAAAAASs/x-KEMImyqkg/s320/Knowingposter08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323846473386085058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Catched Knowing with my lovergirl on Saturday. A very, awesome movie except the ending scene was a little too err... interpret-ish for me? Yeah. It had this scene and it was very, very metaphorical. Don't wanna spoil it for those who has yet to catch it. But there were some scenes we missed since erm, let's just say we were busy. :D But watch the movie, people, watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tennis tournament starting this Wednesday. Although I know I won't be able to play, my time will come and I will strike fear in my opponent's eyes till they wet their pants! Okay no, not that bad but yes! Strike fear in them, I will. Play like him, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeIdEmOhlRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/uhfk-9KyMB4/s1600-h/Andrew_Stephen_Roddick__by_AvidBlue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeIdEmOhlRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/uhfk-9KyMB4/s320/Andrew_Stephen_Roddick__by_AvidBlue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323849674323498258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeIdEy8dRnI/AAAAAAAAATE/FjOCMCQ6lgU/s1600-h/Andy_Roddick_Wimbledon2_by_leftysrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeIdEy8dRnI/AAAAAAAAATE/FjOCMCQ6lgU/s320/Andy_Roddick_Wimbledon2_by_leftysrock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323849677737379442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And when I'm done annihilating my opponent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeIdE_HRqbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zpYFd3whqmo/s1600-h/Andy_Roddick_Cincinnati_by_leftysrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeIdE_HRqbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zpYFd3whqmo/s320/Andy_Roddick_Cincinnati_by_leftysrock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323849681003981234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...simply, awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;All I need to do is to B.F.C : breathe, concentrate and focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS; If you're reading this, I love you, princess. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8806869159269362366?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8806869159269362366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8806869159269362366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8806869159269362366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8806869159269362366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/04/chapter-2-cold-snap.html' title='Chapter 2; Cold Snap'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SeIaKRzkysI/AAAAAAAAASs/x-KEMImyqkg/s72-c/Knowingposter08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-2451190319574184967</id><published>2009-04-12T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:07:27.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voulme 8; Choices ; Chapter 1; Live A Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I sat in front of the laptop thinking, "To blog or not to blog?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I changed the layout. The old one was getting a little... old. Added more cool songs in the mini-jukebox. Advisable to not turn up the volume on one of the songs- What Goes Around.../...Comes Around. No, it's not Justin Timberlake's version. It's Alesana's version. Much more energy in it with (plenty of) gore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, I've not updated on Jam &amp;amp; Hop. I noticed that. And I haven't been putting up pictures also. Will do so, along with Celebrating Value's Day pictures and updates. I wasn't really THAT busy. Just plain, lazy. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And now, I'm going to have my gay-shopping moment with Arief at Century Square, Tampines Mall and Tampines 1. No, seriously, we're not gay. Shall update properly some other time. Besides, I sometimes think I'm talking to myself on this thing. It's like no one's reading it. Maybe I'm not interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-2451190319574184967?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/2451190319574184967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=2451190319574184967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2451190319574184967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2451190319574184967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/04/voulme-8-choices-chapter-1-live-little.html' title='Voulme 8; Choices ; Chapter 1; Live A Little'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-7978513048042097441</id><published>2009-02-08T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:54:06.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 20; While The City Sleeps, We Rule The Streets [ Part 1 ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SY56HV1mlTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2BBZKj0zgzg/s1600-h/IMGP8326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SY56HV1mlTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2BBZKj0zgzg/s320/IMGP8326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300308078001296690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST. EPIC. DAY. EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'll post proper about Jam N ' Hippity ' Hop when I get all the photos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;" END OF VOLUME 7 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-7978513048042097441?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/7978513048042097441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=7978513048042097441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7978513048042097441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7978513048042097441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-20-while-city-sleeps-we-rule.html' title='Chapter 20; While The City Sleeps, We Rule The Streets [ Part 1 ]'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SY56HV1mlTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2BBZKj0zgzg/s72-c/IMGP8326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8983315485147795551</id><published>2009-02-01T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:44:49.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 19; Hold On Tight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SYWXs7ZMK5I/AAAAAAAAARg/PQYsRYsP8ds/s1600-h/Home_Alone_by_jd112345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SYWXs7ZMK5I/AAAAAAAAARg/PQYsRYsP8ds/s320/Home_Alone_by_jd112345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297807334784641938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;AHHH! ORIENTATION TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Gonna be a very, very busy man everyday for the next 5 days. Gonna be going late everyday and gonna have to wake up darn early. Why? Cause we have to reach school, located at Yishun, by 6.30am. And where do I live? Tampines. TAMPINES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And we have Jam N Hop coming up! We've only practiced some bits but we haven't really rehearsed the full thing. 11 songs and a beatboxing act within 2 hours. But by Jam N Hop, we WILL be looking like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SYWXtEhxG3I/AAAAAAAAARo/hsFChXaoU-I/s1600-h/IMGS098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SYWXtEhxG3I/AAAAAAAAARo/hsFChXaoU-I/s320/IMGS098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297807337236536178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Seriously, we will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Third time's the charm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8983315485147795551?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8983315485147795551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8983315485147795551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8983315485147795551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8983315485147795551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-19-hold-on-tight.html' title='Chapter 19; Hold On Tight'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SYWXs7ZMK5I/AAAAAAAAARg/PQYsRYsP8ds/s72-c/Home_Alone_by_jd112345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-5784140306618915488</id><published>2009-01-27T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:51:53.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 18; We Do What We Have To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SX8Dg73f27I/AAAAAAAAARI/Knj_Yf_aJbA/s1600-h/bc53bb353dc7c90814ac1d395ee1f13c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SX8Dg73f27I/AAAAAAAAARI/Knj_Yf_aJbA/s320/bc53bb353dc7c90814ac1d395ee1f13c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295955551172156338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Can I have a girlfriend as hot as this girl? Pleaseeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;That's Cassadee Pope from Hey Monday by the way. She's very, very, very hot. And talented with the guitar. Did I mention she's very, very, very hot? Hahahah. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We had to jam somewhere else as Zack was celebrating his CNY at Malaysia. So it's either we break down his jamming room door or go to some jamming place where we have to pay. And the latter was what we chose since Zack didn't allow us to bang his door down. I'd break down the door along with Irfan. It'll be like those classic cop movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nareyn had some ( underground ) contacts who gave us information on jamming spots near the city. We managed to get 3 spots but 2 of them were fully booked. The other one, located near Clark Quey, was by far the best jamming spot I've ever encountered. Awesome service, the room was comfy and cosy. And, they had a sofa there! A SOFA! And it's all for $17 bucks an hour with free-of-charge use of the keyboard. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So we jammed and lived happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hahaha. We ate at Long John Silvers after that to fill our empty stomachs. That outlet is way better than the Yishun outlets. They served us bigger chickens! So it was pretty much worth it. We might be renting amps from the jamming place for Jam N Hop since it's cheap and good. I'm telling you, that jamming place is awesome. 6/5 stars. That's how good it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're the only one I would take a shot on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep me hanging on so contagiously."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-5784140306618915488?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/5784140306618915488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=5784140306618915488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5784140306618915488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5784140306618915488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-18-we-do-what-we-have-to-do.html' title='Chapter 18; We Do What We Have To Do'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SX8Dg73f27I/AAAAAAAAARI/Knj_Yf_aJbA/s72-c/bc53bb353dc7c90814ac1d395ee1f13c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-1383825128100771771</id><published>2009-01-23T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:47:31.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 17; Dreaming Out Loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q8CxOA1D72Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q8CxOA1D72Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;That is the most wicked awesome cover I've listened to in a while. It's Silverstein covering OneRepublic's Apologize. It's not the official video but this is the best among other uploaded ones. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YES, WE SHOULD DO THIS VERSION OF THE SONG ALTHOUGH THE ORIGINAL ONE KICKS ASS ALSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm thinking of going M.I.A. This whole rat race's been going nowhere and it's time to live life. This it not emocrap but I just wanna say YES to life. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( a reference to YES MAN )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh, and happy birthday, Eena. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-1383825128100771771?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/1383825128100771771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=1383825128100771771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1383825128100771771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1383825128100771771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-17-dreaming-out-loud.html' title='Chapter 17; Dreaming Out Loud'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-6849268763492170313</id><published>2009-01-21T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:54:00.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 16; Born To Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SXaaLXhbuyI/AAAAAAAAARA/m_86RVjzOQs/s1600-h/Barack_Obama_01_by_StudioFovea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SXaaLXhbuyI/AAAAAAAAARA/m_86RVjzOQs/s320/Barack_Obama_01_by_StudioFovea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293587932104080162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBAMA! OBAMA! OBAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;His speech yesterday was awesome. At least way more convincing then Bush's one. We'll it isn't clear whether his CHANGE will affect Singapore yet but he'll make a heck of leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBAMA! OBAMA! OBAMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SXQXWAlGaxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/i-ANI_E3ynM/s1600-h/vlcsnap-174571.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SXQXWAlGaxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/i-ANI_E3ynM/s320/vlcsnap-174571.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292881128947346194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We have finally planned the Jam N Hop setlist. We have the epic Avenged Sevenfold song, Seize The Day, in it and I guess that will be one of the highlight of the night. The only problem now is the venue. We could play in the hall but nooooo, the school's having a parent-teacher-dialogue on the same night and at the same time as our Jam N Hop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY, FACTORY-LIKE-SCHOOL, WHY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So, our next mission is to borrow/loan/rent a platform from a community centre. If it's a go, we'd be playing at the parade square and if not, the basketball court shall be our playground. I still think it's a lame move having PTD on the same night as Jam H Hop. It's like having the Oscars and Super Bowl on the same night, having exams on a holiday, eating chicken rice with fish curry. THOSE DON'T MATCH! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( well except for the chicken rice-fish curry combo, sounds nice though, hmm )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We'll be jamming on Friday and Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If not, those J1s can kiss their awesome Jam N Hop goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-6849268763492170313?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/6849268763492170313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=6849268763492170313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6849268763492170313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6849268763492170313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-16-born-to-run.html' title='Chapter 16; Born To Run'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SXaaLXhbuyI/AAAAAAAAARA/m_86RVjzOQs/s72-c/Barack_Obama_01_by_StudioFovea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-3490173740407910871</id><published>2009-01-15T10:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:21:55.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 15; Over My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Congrats to those who've gotten awesome points for their O' Levels. May the force guide you in the search for a new school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SW63WZsvDfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zLxk9AN6GbQ/s1600-h/Yoda_by_0Khan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SW63WZsvDfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zLxk9AN6GbQ/s320/Yoda_by_0Khan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291368207690436082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hmm hmm. Search for a good school, you must. Those with hot chicks and drop dead gorgeous guys."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-3490173740407910871?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/3490173740407910871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=3490173740407910871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3490173740407910871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/3490173740407910871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-15-over-my-head.html' title='Chapter 15; Over My Head'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SW63WZsvDfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zLxk9AN6GbQ/s72-c/Yoda_by_0Khan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-5492419234553189171</id><published>2009-01-12T14:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:03:34.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 14; Par Avion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The release of the O' Level results are due today. In fact, I bet they're giving it out now as I blog. All the best to those getting their results today! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWrjcxAtMAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Alpo0GBLEpY/s1600-h/whose_line_bunch_by_mrs_flame_alchemist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWrjcxAtMAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Alpo0GBLEpY/s320/whose_line_bunch_by_mrs_flame_alchemist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290290795632209922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Was watching this show the whole day today, 'Whose Line Is It Anyway?' There was this scene, freaking hilarious until I fell off the chair laughing. Okay, to you guys that's funnier. There was this part- called Scenes from a Hat- and they had to act out scenes depending on the type of scene pulled out from this hat. And out came this scene, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Giving your date's parents too much information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So Wayne acted this scene, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Don't worry Mr and Mrs Johnson, I'll have her back by 10. I'll be finished then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Then it was Chip's turn and he said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Don't worry Mrs Johnson, I'll have her back by 10. That's when the wife gets home".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The both of them came up and said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Don't worry Mr and Mrs Johnson, WE'LL have her back by 10."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And the last one, Chip finished it off with, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't worry Mrs Johnson, I'll have Mr Johnson back by 10."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I almost cried out of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hahahha. Best comedy-slash-stand-up-show-sketche ever! Haha. Then I decided to watch a little of Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWrqeO3bivI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ksN1VDE1jNM/s1600-h/ReturnOfTheJediPoster1983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWrqeO3bivI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ksN1VDE1jNM/s320/ReturnOfTheJediPoster1983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290298517407632114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Awesome awesome movie. Ahck, I have to be in school by 5pm for tennis training. This sucks big time. Travelling to Yishun just for tennis. Yes, I get the fats burned during training but let's face it, Tampines to Yishun, total crap mann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;* moans, groans, complains *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-5492419234553189171?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/5492419234553189171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=5492419234553189171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5492419234553189171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5492419234553189171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-14-par-avion.html' title='Chapter 14; Par Avion'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWrjcxAtMAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Alpo0GBLEpY/s72-c/whose_line_bunch_by_mrs_flame_alchemist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8802302883212893490</id><published>2009-01-09T19:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:58:45.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 13; The Main Man Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We had our Yishun JC Open House yesterday and no offense but really, the number of people who came to the open house was very, very low. It didn't reach 50 and yet they expected 600 people. Ambitious. Maybe too ambitious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Having said that, the performance on the other hand was extremely well performed. Hahaha. As quoted from a fellow &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;MiloArcheologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;, Irfan, "But the main thing is we had fun. And the music was epic. Because an epic band was playing. Thanks for the good times dudes. Next stop, JAM N HIPPITY HOP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yes, TWO epic bands played their souls out, TWO epic bands performed epic songs but you have not seen the last of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Fishy And The Apple Shampoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;MiloArcheologists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. Oh, we changed our band name to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;MiloArcheologists&lt;/span&gt; since the recent add of our newest member and also vocalist, Nareyn! Haha. And these TWO epic bands will play again during our next stop, JAM N HIPPITY HOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;For now, I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Seriously, they do talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdJKiEjsTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NoccHE1SVsU/s1600-h/IMGP7709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdJKiEjsTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NoccHE1SVsU/s320/IMGP7709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289276732663378226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Muzzie on the drums, Mirun stoning with the guitar, Nareyn singing his heart out, Irfan with his rockstar pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdJKVYo-nI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/v6XX-sA_HB4/s1600-h/IMGP7714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdJKVYo-nI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/v6XX-sA_HB4/s320/IMGP7714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289276729257949810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdJKD3uMBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/CvAdsBycCnE/s1600-h/IMGP7708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdJKD3uMBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/CvAdsBycCnE/s320/IMGP7708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289276724556476434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Same scene, different poses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Err, they look the same to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdJKZDtyxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2MtCRswCxmo/s1600-h/IMGP7713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdJKZDtyxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2MtCRswCxmo/s320/IMGP7713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289276730243926802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ahh, my time to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdJKEUXS6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/DwmtWI1pybo/s1600-h/IMGP7706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdJKEUXS6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/DwmtWI1pybo/s320/IMGP7706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289276724676610978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The whole band without Nas. Oh where art thou?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdIjapn8WI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6ohLO6a4Oqk/s1600-h/IMGP7686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdIjapn8WI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6ohLO6a4Oqk/s320/IMGP7686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289276060656464226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ah, playing the piano, you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdIjl3TKSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/y9T5S0or-HM/s1600-h/IMGP7698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdIjl3TKSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/y9T5S0or-HM/s320/IMGP7698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289276063666612514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The drum hero shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdIjtlQsrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NhPaV2vn13s/s1600-h/IMGP7696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdIjtlQsrI/AAAAAAAAAPo/NhPaV2vn13s/s320/IMGP7696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289276065738437298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Nas taking the lead with his original song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdIjTeG63I/AAAAAAAAAPg/yQ0IGBs_KOA/s1600-h/IMGP7687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdIjTeG63I/AAAAAAAAAPg/yQ0IGBs_KOA/s320/IMGP7687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289276058729114482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Three amigos waiting for their bigshot for fame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdIiwD0KtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DZRJqfvwQRs/s1600-h/IMGP7683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdIiwD0KtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DZRJqfvwQRs/s320/IMGP7683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289276049223592658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Amirun and Nareyn, duet, Miserable At Best. Can't it get any much more gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdHdLV0uJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VSCZOTEXzL4/s1600-h/IMGP7682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdHdLV0uJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/VSCZOTEXzL4/s320/IMGP7682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274853956040850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;MiloArcheologists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdHc9Q4BMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YYk207nO2EM/s1600-h/IMGP7681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdHc9Q4BMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YYk207nO2EM/s320/IMGP7681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274850177189058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdHcyU1G9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/XS8XDY2pKx8/s1600-h/IMGP7680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdHcyU1G9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/XS8XDY2pKx8/s320/IMGP7680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274847240985554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; MiloArcheologists&lt;/span&gt;, take two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdHcr6NhPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/e5kl5W5FfUI/s1600-h/IMGP7679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdHcr6NhPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/e5kl5W5FfUI/s320/IMGP7679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274845518726386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdHcjc2rMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wN0YsyCZpPY/s1600-h/IMGP7678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdHcjc2rMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wN0YsyCZpPY/s320/IMGP7678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274843248110786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The school's unique, Korean-Singaporean, beatboxer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdGx9aVpOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tZBffCuP_h4/s1600-h/IMGP7672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdGx9aVpOI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tZBffCuP_h4/s320/IMGP7672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274111482504418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Salizan and his friend. Both vocalist, both can make you melt with their voices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdGxpuMgtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zerA_yEy8pM/s1600-h/IMGP7669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdGxpuMgtI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zerA_yEy8pM/s320/IMGP7669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274106197082834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdGxSmjVGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FY-0yfwRHXc/s1600-h/IMGP7668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdGxSmjVGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FY-0yfwRHXc/s320/IMGP7668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274099991008354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdGxOEVL4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/jkEVngLSV_M/s1600-h/IMGP7665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdGxOEVL4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/jkEVngLSV_M/s320/IMGP7665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274098773733250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdGxHEp7VI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gh-FnXwL57g/s1600-h/IMGP7656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdGxHEp7VI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gh-FnXwL57g/s320/IMGP7656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289274096896044370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Fishy And The Apple Shampoo&lt;/span&gt; without Arief. He should be there playing the piano or something to impress a certain someone. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We will all be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And we will bring our thunder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8802302883212893490?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8802302883212893490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8802302883212893490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8802302883212893490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8802302883212893490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-13-main-man-now.html' title='Chapter 13; The Main Man Now'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWdJKiEjsTI/AAAAAAAAAQY/NoccHE1SVsU/s72-c/IMGP7709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-1109158192542058315</id><published>2009-01-07T10:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:43:52.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 12; After Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWQTfiYDLgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1BWw2UhpV4w/s1600-h/AngelsAndDemons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWQTfiYDLgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1BWw2UhpV4w/s320/AngelsAndDemons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288373294964354562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;For those who have not read this book for various reasons, READ THIS SICK, AWESOME, BOOK! YES, I'M ADVERTISING IT AND PROMOTING IT, DAMMIT! Okay, no big deal, it came out what, in the year 2000? But after reading it ( and get all hyped-up ), you'll find out about this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWQTfeTUQsI/AAAAAAAAANw/wQSHe6o-Hjc/s1600-h/Angels_and_demons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWQTfeTUQsI/AAAAAAAAANw/wQSHe6o-Hjc/s320/Angels_and_demons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288373293870760642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ahhh, the film adaptation of the book. Wait, what did you say? You saw the small date there? And it says, May 2009? Yes, it is due on May 2009 and that gives you plenty of time to read the book, mister! Plus, the storyline is way better than The Da Vinci Code so no worries to those who can't possibly understand the ways of the book/movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Having another jamming-cum-practice session today with the band in a while. This time, the whole band will be present, including Anwar's band, me thinks. Besides, after jamming, there's the possibility of eating at Teh Tarik Muslim Restaurant which offers awesome food and ICE-BLENDED MILO SHAKE which tastes heavenly! Downside; costs $2.50. Burn pocket hole, burn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Okay, I wanna enjoy reading the news now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Man, I don't drop character 'till I done the DVD commentary!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-1109158192542058315?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/1109158192542058315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=1109158192542058315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1109158192542058315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1109158192542058315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-12-after-hours.html' title='Chapter 12; After Hours'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWQTfiYDLgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1BWw2UhpV4w/s72-c/AngelsAndDemons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-4670144249382639860</id><published>2009-01-05T11:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:44:10.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 11; Jughead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWGFAKsSIlI/AAAAAAAAANo/SlHOe66j91w/s1600-h/vlcsnap-48633.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWGFAKsSIlI/AAAAAAAAANo/SlHOe66j91w/s320/vlcsnap-48633.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287653675426259538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yeah, I've been wondering that myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"...In case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening and good night,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-4670144249382639860?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/4670144249382639860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=4670144249382639860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4670144249382639860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4670144249382639860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-11-jughead.html' title='Chapter 11; Jughead'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SWGFAKsSIlI/AAAAAAAAANo/SlHOe66j91w/s72-c/vlcsnap-48633.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-4319779846505681905</id><published>2009-01-02T07:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:48:54.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10; In The Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV1SIDYZDrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pLLkT00N3Fo/s1600-h/2009_by_DianaCretu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV1SIDYZDrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pLLkT00N3Fo/s320/2009_by_DianaCretu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286471835902873266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;As you all might know by now, it's 2009! Yes, I know I'm lagging but better late than never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Spent the eve of new year with the guys at Marina Bay. Well, we searched for food first of course. Ended up with Long John Silvers at Marina Square and it was mighty packed, obviously. Mixed with different races and different kinds of people but mostly infested with 'mats' and 'minahs'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( malay slang for the term 'kids-with-no-definite-lifestyle-and-hangs-out-with-people-of-their-own-kind-that-wears-trucker-caps-in-a-crap-manner-that-could-possibly-be-storage-for-their-big-heads' )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;After our epic meal, we had to search for empty yet good spots so that when the big, bang, boom starts, it'll be visible. And yes, we managed to find a spot near the Fullerton Hotel. The roads were so empty. It's like Resident Evil-cum-28 Days/Weeks Later-esque. So there we were, 8 guys and 2 girls but we have no clue who the 2 girls are since they were with Dzul but Dzul and his ladies left and we were down to 7 guys sitting together. Gay enough? Thought so too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Dann invited Shahrin to sit with us since he was there coincidentally too. He managed to find us and Zack was with him. We had a bigger group now with 9 guys. Very, very, gay. For an hour or so, we sat and talked crap and just hung out. With a mere 1.5hrs left, almighty genius Amirun decided to search for 4 other guys who were lost. We all followed him for a rescue mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Alas, this mission turned out to be a crappppp idea as it was friggin' hard to get by since people were like sardins and mashed potatoes so, we ditched the 4 other guys. Besides, 9 guys were enough. 13 guys would definitely leave a wrong impression on the final moments of 2008. We headed back to our campsite which by then, we have wasted say, 1 hour. Do the math and you find that we were left with 0.5hrs. Hahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2ED8-7YHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/c0BoXvflyAs/s1600-h/IMGP7516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2ED8-7YHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/c0BoXvflyAs/s320/IMGP7516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286526741047369842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;From right to left; Sham, Helmi, Arif and Zack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2EDxDBAoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WPVOnfDcNYg/s1600-h/IMGP7514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2EDxDBAoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WPVOnfDcNYg/s320/IMGP7514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286526737843290754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;From right to left; Zack, Shahrin and Dann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And we found out Irfan was at East Coast with his ladaay instead of joining us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;*Note to self; bring girls on next fireworks display*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2EEEOCSiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vyWQYhfLhRo/s1600-h/IMGP7536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2EEEOCSiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vyWQYhfLhRo/s320/IMGP7536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286526742989785634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2EEsIG5GI/AAAAAAAAANA/PMfIhBt3Dn4/s1600-h/IMGP7551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2EEsIG5GI/AAAAAAAAANA/PMfIhBt3Dn4/s320/IMGP7551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286526753702339682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2EEBdsPDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZjDo6qNxBI0/s1600-h/IMGP7546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2EEBdsPDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZjDo6qNxBI0/s320/IMGP7546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286526742250142770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2LqxQAVUI/AAAAAAAAANY/TL3VkfkDrz8/s1600-h/IMGP7580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2LqxQAVUI/AAAAAAAAANY/TL3VkfkDrz8/s320/IMGP7580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286535104494064962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2LqyT4CvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bB--6SPnZ8U/s1600-h/IMGP7579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2LqyT4CvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bB--6SPnZ8U/s320/IMGP7579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286535104778734322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2Lqk-4vII/AAAAAAAAANI/RNe5U6QZlyU/s1600-h/IMGP7578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV2Lqk-4vII/AAAAAAAAANI/RNe5U6QZlyU/s320/IMGP7578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286535101201038466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Eena could've been with me watching these. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyways, in case you're reading this Irfan, we'll do In The Morning. We'll pass Dance Inside though we have to consider doing that for Jam&amp;amp;Hop instead. The song is suddenly stuck in my mind. Hahahhaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Andddd, new year resolution?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A YES-man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you really gonna do it this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-4319779846505681905?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/4319779846505681905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=4319779846505681905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4319779846505681905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4319779846505681905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-10-in-morning.html' title='Chapter 10; In The Morning'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SV1SIDYZDrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/pLLkT00N3Fo/s72-c/2009_by_DianaCretu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-158839391453051281</id><published>2008-12-31T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:34:22.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 9; Get Straight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVrX2vZiRAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ax3bSDWS_ko/s1600-h/yesmp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVrX2vZiRAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ax3bSDWS_ko/s320/yesmp1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285774448109175810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;YES! I have finally watched this awesome, funny, sweet movie! Haha. Seriously, it is. On a rating scale, 8.5 out of 10? Well nothing's perfect but close to is good enough. Watched the movie with the guys at Downtown East's eHub yesterday. We did missed out 5 minutes of the movie for entering late but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A few more hours till 2009. Excited much? Maybe. Looking foward to it? Maybe. I'm not currently into this whole countdown thing. I'm good with counting numbers from back and so I shall pass. I'm just into the 'ooh-aahh' fireworks and the atmosphere. Haha. I wanna go catch the fireworks but currently the guys are undecided and if they still stick to their undecided decisions, I have no one to bring along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So you might make some New Year's Resolutions and all but for now let's keep them simple;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Just say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;To life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-158839391453051281?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/158839391453051281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=158839391453051281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/158839391453051281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/158839391453051281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-9-get-straight.html' title='Chapter 9; Get Straight'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVrX2vZiRAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ax3bSDWS_ko/s72-c/yesmp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-4101004672780019186</id><published>2008-12-28T18:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:43:33.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 8; Tiffany Blews</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The weekends are fairly boring on their part, thank you. Haha. All I did was either hit the drums on my Rock Band,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVdacJP08KI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5xqFumJSVd0/s1600-h/Rock_Band_320x480_by_Josean07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVdacJP08KI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5xqFumJSVd0/s320/Rock_Band_320x480_by_Josean07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284792127307706530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;or reading The Da Vinci Code again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVdacqxRtqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JvfaHUAcRkQ/s1600-h/The_Da_Vinci_Code_Wallpaper_by_Inaudible_Whisper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVdacqxRtqI/AAAAAAAAAMI/JvfaHUAcRkQ/s320/The_Da_Vinci_Code_Wallpaper_by_Inaudible_Whisper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284792136306374306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;or slacking. Hahaha. Except for yesterday night, we went to Terminal 3's Earl Swensens for dinner. And let me tell you, it's damn friggin' delicious! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm not in the best of moods so I'll update fully some other time. Have a lot of things on my mind right now. I need help from the emotions department. My emotions are jumbling up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-4101004672780019186?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/4101004672780019186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=4101004672780019186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4101004672780019186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4101004672780019186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-8-tiffany-blews.html' title='Chapter 8; Tiffany Blews'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVdacJP08KI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5xqFumJSVd0/s72-c/Rock_Band_320x480_by_Josean07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-2253968812256742597</id><published>2008-12-26T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:48:10.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 7; The House Guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVSKwQYV1BI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Qu_eg5LOHp0/s1600-h/Sylar_by_RobHough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVSKwQYV1BI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Qu_eg5LOHp0/s320/Sylar_by_RobHough.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284000824447849490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;"So what is it, then, that makes some choose selflessness, the need to devote themselves to something greater, while others know only self-interest? Isolating themselves in a world of their own making? Some seek love, even if only unrequited, while others are driven by fear and betrayal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;-Sylar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-2253968812256742597?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/2253968812256742597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=2253968812256742597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2253968812256742597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/2253968812256742597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-7-house-guest.html' title='Chapter 7; The House Guest'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVSKwQYV1BI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Qu_eg5LOHp0/s72-c/Sylar_by_RobHough.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-7520355562152819420</id><published>2008-12-25T13:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:48:01.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 6; Pavlove</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;These past few days, the weather has been awesomely cooling. God must have heard my prayers and on the gigantic world air-conditioner since my parents have somehow banned us from using the air-conditioner to 'save money'. Good luck to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Watched Eagle Eye on DVD yesterday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVMaHm3zRbI/AAAAAAAAALY/L177zxAUdR4/s1600-h/Eagle_Eye_6913_by_MASOCHO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVMaHm3zRbI/AAAAAAAAALY/L177zxAUdR4/s320/Eagle_Eye_6913_by_MASOCHO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283595505831724466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No, not that kind of Eagle Eye but this one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVMaHltRFnI/AAAAAAAAALg/6nCzk_Nc-yU/s1600-h/eagle_eye_by_sasuke5522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVMaHltRFnI/AAAAAAAAALg/6nCzk_Nc-yU/s320/eagle_eye_by_sasuke5522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283595505519105650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; Eagle Eye. A movie filled with twists, stunning visual effects, high-def sound effects and also; a guy getting fried, cars exploding, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;traffic lights-turning-green-outta-sudden-causing-massive-car-accidents-in-which-the-heroes-manage-to-escape&lt;/span&gt;, talking computers, spying cameras and a whole lot of truth regarding our friggin' technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Awesome? I know. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And as of today, Prison Break and Heroes are halfway through their series with a fall finale. Both returning February I guess for the final few episodes. While I dwell on the boredom without Prison Break or Heroes, I guess it's time to catch up on either Smallville or Lost to which both are getting way, way interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's either Superman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVMem3O_uSI/AAAAAAAAALw/VuhjEe02xAk/s1600-h/Smallville_by_angelis_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVMem3O_uSI/AAAAAAAAALw/VuhjEe02xAk/s320/Smallville_by_angelis_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283600440846432546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;or those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'people-who-are-stuck-on-an-unknown-island-with-various-flashbacks-and-flashfowards-which-may-confuse-the-viewers-and-instead-allowing-them-to-switch-their-channels-to-watch-other-mindless-television-programmes-and-turns-into-a-never-ending-stay-on-the-island'&lt;/span&gt; guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVMemhWVxVI/AAAAAAAAALo/nV0l8ukT_7w/s1600-h/Lost_season_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVMemhWVxVI/AAAAAAAAALo/nV0l8ukT_7w/s320/Lost_season_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283600434971657554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yeap, that's Lost, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I know how Joey feels about telling how he felt about Rachel. Cause I'm feeling the same thing about telling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-7520355562152819420?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/7520355562152819420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=7520355562152819420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7520355562152819420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/7520355562152819420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-6-pavlove.html' title='Chapter 6; Pavlove'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SVMaHm3zRbI/AAAAAAAAALY/L177zxAUdR4/s72-c/Eagle_Eye_6913_by_MASOCHO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-6596175332318404662</id><published>2008-12-22T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:02:30.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5; The Little Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We are merely a few days away from the start of 2009. 10 more days to be exact. Let's just hope 2009 will be awesome enough to make it through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SU8Ajve4CjI/AAAAAAAAALI/ezwM2WzWJ4Q/s1600-h/IMG006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SU8Ajve4CjI/AAAAAAAAALI/ezwM2WzWJ4Q/s320/IMG006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282441501970270770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Had this dinner at Fullerton Hotel last Saturday night with mum. It's organized by her company's division. I have to say, for once, the food they served was way better than the previous dinner I went with her. Although, the rest of evening was painfully the same. I managed to explore the hotel for a bit due to boredom and this hotel is the grandest hotel I've seen or step in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I received a surprise message by this person. The surprising bit isn't about the sender of the SMS, ( though it was a surprise she messaged me ) but the time she messaged me. You see, the last time she messaged me was during the exact same event- my mum's dinner event- only that it was a year ago. And out of nowhere, she messaged again, a year later, when I'm at the same event and at almost the exact time! I don't take it as any sign or whatever but it triggered memories. The last message she sent me a year ago was about our break-up by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SU8Aj2JR2dI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XaPcHOXbX7s/s1600-h/IMG002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SU8Aj2JR2dI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XaPcHOXbX7s/s320/IMG002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282441503758735826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I love Singapore's nightlife though there isn't much about it. I only like the city nightlife atmosphere. Guys, if you wanna take your girls out for a date, do it during the night at the city center. It's definitely romantic. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;On the less brighter side, Singapore lost to Vietnam yesterday in the soccer match. Not a big fan of the ASEAN soccer leagues but Singapore deserved to win. They played well but not great enough. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I deposited my what's-left-my-money in the bank and it's around $400. A few more hundreds to go. And really, I have no clue what to get once it reaches quite high. Initially wanted the Samsung Pixon handphone but it's just a phone which costs a bomb. Might as well get something way, way, way useful and stuff. I'm not saying that ultra-cool handphone is useless but I'm just waiting for an 80GB iPod Touch or and iPod which beats my current one. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of the house more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-6596175332318404662?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/6596175332318404662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=6596175332318404662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6596175332318404662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6596175332318404662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-5-little-prince.html' title='Chapter 5; The Little Prince'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SU8Ajve4CjI/AAAAAAAAALI/ezwM2WzWJ4Q/s72-c/IMG006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-250568207868478943</id><published>2008-12-18T11:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:04:49.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4; Sirens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;My brother got into Tampines Secondary. It's quite alright actually after it has been renovated cause it'll be very, very near our place. Plus, once it's renovated, new facilities! Air-conditioned, indoor sports hall and all. Wait, why the hell am I gloating about this?! I'm not even going there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Found out earlier that my band and Anwar's band are gonna perform on 2 sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ool events. One will be the YJC Open House while the other would be the Jam&amp;amp;Hop. Cool thing about it is that we'll be playing out on the quadrangle on platforms. PLATFORMS! How cool is that? Haha. Thus, I have to go to school tomorrow to have the 'meeting of the ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;nds'. Pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;n songlist and also slots. It's gonna be a busy, busy holiday (what's left of it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; is out today by the way. I bet most of you know since there's a lot of die-hard fans. Still finding a day so I can watch it with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eena&lt;/span&gt;. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So I heard last week or so, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves&lt;/span&gt; came down to Singapore. AN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;D I FREAKING MISSED IT! Total bummer. AVA are one of the bands that clearly catches my attention by just listening to one of their songs, making them one of my favourite all-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;time band. And I missed them (literally, not figure of speech). Well thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yasmine&lt;/span&gt;, here are some pictures courtesy of her at the concert. *continues moaning and comp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;laining*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnYqtMFdSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BfxCeUVeHE4/s1600-h/1_239954027l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnYqtMFdSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BfxCeUVeHE4/s320/1_239954027l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280990266265007394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Their setlist of songs. Trust me, all their songs are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnYq6ap0rI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UXhATZOyy_o/s1600-h/1_662681069l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnYq6ap0rI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UXhATZOyy_o/s320/1_662681069l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280990269815771826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnYreDVN0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/9z3S0h4eNVA/s1600-h/1_972741375l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnYreDVN0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/9z3S0h4eNVA/s320/1_972741375l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280990279381628738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;His guitar is awesome ar. That's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tom DeLonge&lt;/span&gt; by the way. The frontman and lead singer of the band. Oh, they played at National University of Singapore. Freaking cool. He'll so get all the Singapore girls. Hahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yasmine&lt;/span&gt; for the pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-250568207868478943?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/250568207868478943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=250568207868478943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/250568207868478943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/250568207868478943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-4-sirens.html' title='Chapter 4; Sirens'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnYqtMFdSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BfxCeUVeHE4/s72-c/1_239954027l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-8826593281767621613</id><published>2008-12-17T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:37:04.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3; The Sunshine State</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUiXgeNM4YI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZnetkrzTfa4/s1600-h/Menara_KL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUiXgeNM4YI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZnetkrzTfa4/s320/Menara_KL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280637147211948418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The Sunshine State is definitely not referring to KL. Although metaphorically, it does bring happiness in terms of shopping. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So I was there having a vacation with the family from 12th till 14th December. Stayed at this apartment-cum-hotel place called '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PnB Darby Park&lt;/span&gt;'. Awesome place. You guys should try and stay there if you ever visit KL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Did some shopping, nothing much. It's either too expensive or not my type. And when I say expensive, it can go up to 200RM- for a shirt. Yes. That expensive. The food there is also good and cheap compared to Singapore's expensive yet delicious cuisines. Okay no, chicken rice does not count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUidgiZXQ6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/iUb9zCihzaQ/s1600-h/FOB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUidgiZXQ6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/iUb9zCihzaQ/s320/FOB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280643745406469026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt; is coming to Singapore, February 10th 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-8826593281767621613?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/8826593281767621613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=8826593281767621613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8826593281767621613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/8826593281767621613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-3-sunshine-state.html' title='Chapter 3; The Sunshine State'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUiXgeNM4YI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZnetkrzTfa4/s72-c/Menara_KL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-4789331962323097373</id><published>2008-12-11T12:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:56:40.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2; Rite Of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yesterday's trip to Peninsula Plaza turned out 'fruitful'. We practically just walked around there without buying anything again. I bet the owners will be familiar with our faces by the third time round. Hahah. Saw this cheap cardigan, $19 only. Thought of buying it but was a little short on money. Nevermind, I shall spend, spend and spend on stuff tomorrow at KL! It's like some shopping haven but it's cheap. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Eena is also going to Malaysia tomorrow. She's heading to Cameron Highlands and I sure hope I bump into her on the expressway or something. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUCnhZO_EJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3rZrz0lmVJ0/s1600-h/Aarwhentheworldcomesdown1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUCnhZO_EJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3rZrz0lmVJ0/s320/Aarwhentheworldcomesdown1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278402955429482642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Next album that I'm looking foward to downloading. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And suddenly, everyone's freaking loaded. Just yesterday, Arief was loaded with cash. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARIEF, THE GUY WHO USUALLY ASKS US FOR MONEY, WAS LOADED!&lt;/span&gt; Amirun's brother got himself the handphone that I dearly want so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUCpuJSFGCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RDB73zZI5IY/s1600-h/samsung-pixon-440x330_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUCpuJSFGCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RDB73zZI5IY/s320/samsung-pixon-440x330_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278405373509048354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Samsung Pixon&lt;/span&gt;. 8 megapixel camera phone. The price however, is not so sweet. $848. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHERE IN THE WORLD WOULD I GET THAT KIND OF MONEY?! &lt;/span&gt;Goodbye, Pixon. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Oh well,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; iPhone&lt;/span&gt;, you're next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-4789331962323097373?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/4789331962323097373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=4789331962323097373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4789331962323097373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/4789331962323097373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-2-rite-of-spring.html' title='Chapter 2; Rite Of Spring'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUCnhZO_EJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/3rZrz0lmVJ0/s72-c/Aarwhentheworldcomesdown1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-6850273198397179537</id><published>2008-12-10T14:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:44:02.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volume 7; Duality ; Chapter 1; 27</title><content type='html'>Hmm, skipped tennis today since Amirun's not going. Besides, I didn't want to sweat alot if we were going to Peninsula Plaza. Initially planned at 1.30pm, but now it has been pushed back till God-knows-what-time since Amirun is busy. Anwar and Arief will not be pleased about this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/ST9lQ5073_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Rh6x4h_HE2c/s1600-h/600px-Fobfolie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/ST9lQ5073_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Rh6x4h_HE2c/s320/600px-Fobfolie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278048629376671730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten Fall Out Boy's new album, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Folie à Deux&lt;/span&gt;. It's the best album they ever produced so far in my opinion and you guys should check it out. And oh, I downloaded it. The bear's so cute right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL trip is just another 2 days away and the feeling of exitement is not here yet. WHY OH WHY?! But oh well, it'll come on it's eve. I'm hoping for The All-American Rejects' album, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When The World Comes Down&lt;/span&gt;, to be digitally released before my trip so I can listen to their awesome music while I'm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music you're listening to at my blog is from &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Folie à Deux&lt;/span&gt;. I know you like it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE WILL NEVER BELIEVE AGAIN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PREACH ELECTRIC TO A MICROPHONE STAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-6850273198397179537?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/6850273198397179537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=6850273198397179537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6850273198397179537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/6850273198397179537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-25-duality.html' title='Volume 7; Duality ; Chapter 1; 27'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/ST9lQ5073_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Rh6x4h_HE2c/s72-c/600px-Fobfolie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-1116264274416937988</id><published>2008-12-09T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:55:48.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 24; Just Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hari Raya Aidiladha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's okay, nothing too big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And it's the day where we have to slaughter sheeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Long story but sorry sheeps, it's just business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Headed to mosque for Hari Raya prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Then went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mak Long's&lt;/span&gt; place around 2pm first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Ate delicious Nasi Briyani and just hanged out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Went home cause relatives from dad's side are coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;See, it's nothing too big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Friday going vacation to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt; with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Get to shop more! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's only a 3 day affair so it'll be quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And I still wanna go shopping with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" END OF VOLUME 6 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-1116264274416937988?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/1116264274416937988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=1116264274416937988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1116264274416937988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/1116264274416937988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-24-just-business.html' title='Chapter 24; Just Business'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-151874123936427407</id><published>2008-12-01T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:29:30.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 23; Believe Me, I'm Lying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Had tennis earlier today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Reached school around 8.15am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;15 minutes earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Then &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr. Chung&lt;/span&gt; told me it starts at 9am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;45 minutes earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I started serving alone then &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Arief&lt;/span&gt; came along and played for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Coach came and gave me ' private lessons ' since no one was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Then &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jun Jie&lt;/span&gt; came- and that's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;No one else, only 2 players with a coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Awesome attendance eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So we just played and trained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Had matches too to gauge our weaknesses and strengths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Finished training and met up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Arief&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anwar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;They had some Malay Dance Camp thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Gay, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Had lunch with them along with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Syahiran, Basyir, Liza&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Maira&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LGS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Headed home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Stumbled upon my old smses that I saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Brought back alot of memories- good and disastrous ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I didn't know I was a sucker for people with compassionate and loving hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I just fall for their promises and sayings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;There’s a part of me that dies when you turn away your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m alive but not inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;And you know all I wanted was your love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;but you left me high and dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re the part of me that died my darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now that I’m dead to you dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;you can slip those bullets back in your lips where they seethe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;You were the one to gun our love straight down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;like a stone in a river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;You shot your favorite enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch me bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;This Is A Love Song... For The Loveless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Juliana Theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-151874123936427407?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/151874123936427407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=151874123936427407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/151874123936427407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/151874123936427407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-23-believe-me-im-lying.html' title='Chapter 23; Believe Me, I&apos;m Lying'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4483315354502643095.post-5238583733020086293</id><published>2008-11-29T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:28:30.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 22; Going Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Now you'll never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; What you've done to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; You can take back your memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; They're no good to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; And here's all your lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; You can look me in the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; With the sad, sad look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; That you wear so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Gives You Hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; The All-American Rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Headed to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SITEX &lt;/span&gt;IT show just now at Expo with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Arif Ramlan, Zul&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Arif Mustafa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It was packed to the core ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I mean, besides the IT show, there was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;John Little Mega Sale&lt;/span&gt; going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So, partly the reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Arif.R&lt;/span&gt; wanted to get himself a 2GB computer ram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Zul&lt;/span&gt; wanted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bose&lt;/span&gt; headphones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Arif.M&lt;/span&gt; wanted to just walk around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I wanted speakers and my God, there was NO speakers selling there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It's an IT show, dammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;So we rounded a few rounds there and decided to go to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;John Little Mega Sale&lt;/span&gt; area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;We surveyed a few clothes and saw the queue to the cashier was terribly long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hence, we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Had our "dinner" at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; at East Point after that before heading to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Challenger&lt;/span&gt; and then home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm going to the "speaker-less" IT fair again tomorrow with my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hoo-rah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4483315354502643095-5238583733020086293?l=syaf-origins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/feeds/5238583733020086293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4483315354502643095&amp;postID=5238583733020086293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5238583733020086293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4483315354502643095/posts/default/5238583733020086293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syaf-origins.blogspot.com/2008/11/chapter-22-going-under.html' title='Chapter 22; Going Under'/><author><name>// SYAF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524975258697310593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQoVg5HsykE/SUnb6sEf1eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VzsHOcYJibE/S220/Memory006+(3)copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
