<?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-7473124692353102296</id><updated>2012-02-08T06:38:02.311-08:00</updated><category term='Food-ed'/><category term='Randomness'/><category term='ghostly hantus'/><category term='craving'/><category term='life as it is'/><title type='text'>Karmic Revelations</title><subtitle type='html'>Where nonsense makes sense simply by not making sense.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-4487364488364905736</id><published>2009-09-25T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:06:10.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear...Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you, and yes, I've got something new to play with now. Didn't mean to hurt you, even though I know I am, and that I have screwed up your scripts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't go any further with this. I'm sorry. But I won't just throw you away...The memories we've shared, and the experiences, and the services you offered...I will always cherish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be shoving you off of my life a.k.a delete you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need me, and I doubt you will because by now you' be hating me and my entire existence...You can find me here k? &lt;a href="http://karmicrevelations.tumblr.com"&gt;karmicrevelations.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-4487364488364905736?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4487364488364905736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=4487364488364905736' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4487364488364905736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4487364488364905736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-1304907252332190181</id><published>2009-07-06T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:11:05.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Luigi vs. Mario</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1912670&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1912670&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1912670&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="640" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:640px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/"&gt;CollegeHumor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying to search for a cherry cheesecake how-to and ended up straying too far away and got this. Haha. Cracked me up. Well...not as much as this other vid...But I'll share that one later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-1304907252332190181?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1304907252332190181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=1304907252332190181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/1304907252332190181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/1304907252332190181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/luigi-vs-mario.html' title='Luigi vs. Mario'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8238837768915720150</id><published>2009-07-06T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:49:06.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food-ed'/><title type='text'>Ramekins for my present, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SlHwFn86J3I/AAAAAAAAADs/6WbQnVCs5bQ/s1600-h/Melamine_Ramekin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SlHwFn86J3I/AAAAAAAAADs/6WbQnVCs5bQ/s320/Melamine_Ramekin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355325411334694770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;S!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please? Pretty F****** please???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huu,,,Seriously, I want to OWN these...How am I supposed to make Lava cakes, and Creme Brulees and Souffles without ramekins??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows of any fancy shop selling fancy ramekins? Please do tell...T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing and there were even ramekins with handles. @_0. Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-8238837768915720150?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8238837768915720150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8238837768915720150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8238837768915720150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8238837768915720150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/ramekins-for-my-present-anyone.html' title='Ramekins for my present, anyone?'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SlHwFn86J3I/AAAAAAAAADs/6WbQnVCs5bQ/s72-c/Melamine_Ramekin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8748891869988566614</id><published>2009-07-06T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:03:34.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-resurrection.</title><content type='html'>Yay..I'm blogging again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmph. How long will it last this time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up. Anyway, hye bloggie-babe! Hee...I lost my, erm, item of inspiration, so yeah. Well...Not really lost, just not here. Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're starting to think of what or who this 'item' corresponds to, yes? *evil snicker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible people...Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lost all the links...T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST GIVE A SHOUT SO I CAN RE-LINK!!! Huhu...The box is there, so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-8748891869988566614?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8748891869988566614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8748891869988566614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8748891869988566614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8748891869988566614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/re-resurrection.html' title='Re-resurrection.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-716563971559905847</id><published>2009-05-27T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T02:26:31.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Skandhas</title><content type='html'>So I was...bored...and contemplated in my life again so I could attain Buddhaness. (Not Buddhahood, that's a different thing. Huhu...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found so much...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Vengeance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, in order to re-establish balance and stability, I need to find a means of venting it out. And opted for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Brownies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha...I've got a good recipe on my hand so now I just need the money. Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau duittt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-716563971559905847?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/716563971559905847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=716563971559905847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/716563971559905847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/716563971559905847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/five-skandhas.html' title='Five Skandhas'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-6771603077875818699</id><published>2009-05-25T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:25:03.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene Hair!!</title><content type='html'>Good Morning. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I woke up with a weird side project/resolution thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Scene Hair&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/ShtEPFcD2KI/AAAAAAAAADE/4I-gxgZkt_I/s1600-h/Black+Scene+Hair+for+Boys.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/ShtEPFcD2KI/AAAAAAAAADE/4I-gxgZkt_I/s320/Black+Scene+Hair+for+Boys.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339936809126451362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;------------- T_T Boohoo!! I want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/ShtDpZixWFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/40ObJ4B9COk/s1600-h/emo-boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/ShtDpZixWFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/40ObJ4B9COk/s320/emo-boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339936161688279122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/ShtDcSQ5_yI/AAAAAAAAACs/364zY09XBtk/s1600-h/emo-boys-are-hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/ShtDcSQ5_yI/AAAAAAAAACs/364zY09XBtk/s320/emo-boys-are-hot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339935936396001058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-6771603077875818699?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6771603077875818699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=6771603077875818699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6771603077875818699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6771603077875818699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/scene-hair.html' title='Scene Hair!!'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/ShtEPFcD2KI/AAAAAAAAADE/4I-gxgZkt_I/s72-c/Black+Scene+Hair+for+Boys.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8961188566449608209</id><published>2009-05-25T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:58:30.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Thee receive Deliverance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I implore you, all of those who are colour-blind, attempt *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;* in making caramel. May you not be deceived by the glaring orange, and lead you to disappointment, and disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be.&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/7473124692353102296-8961188566449608209?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8961188566449608209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8961188566449608209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8961188566449608209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8961188566449608209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-thee-receive-deliverance.html' title='May Thee receive Deliverance'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-4004729423966559703</id><published>2009-05-24T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:22:17.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss from a Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I compare you to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;kiss from a rose&lt;/span&gt; on the gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh,&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; I get of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stranger it feels&lt;/span&gt;, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And now that your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rose is in bloom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A light hits the gloom on the gray.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a man can tell you,&lt;br /&gt;So much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;You remain,&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, baby&lt;br /&gt;To me you're like a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;growing addiction&lt;/span&gt; that I can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?&lt;br /&gt;But did you know,&lt;br /&gt;That when it snows,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't ask how the fascination unto this song came to be...Lol. It just..erm...came.&lt;/span&gt; Kept listening to it for a few rounds now, and kept me on high for some odd reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me lose focus on anything else but the song itself, and I felt like as if I'm on the edge of some place looking to the ocean underneath gray clouds. And on drugs too. And I;m with a particular person, too. *wink* Maybe the lyrics influenced me somehow, but yeah. Weird effect some songs can have on you, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like...euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it went on for quite a while, until some cynical part of my nature started to nudge my brain for some fun and started to translate the thing in Malay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Tau kah kau...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mun salji turun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mata ku jadi basar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cahaya yang kau keluarkan &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dapat ku liat...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Made me snap out of my high instantly. -_-" Then I went to the kitchen to make myself coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Do songs affect you in some weird way sometimes? Like taking you to another place nonexistent anywhere else except in the world you created by you alone...Or maybe this resultant feeling is just a consequence of a flawed design in mentality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a song btw..Hehe. Flawed design. Google it. It starts with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"When I was a young boy,&lt;br /&gt;  I was honest and I had more self-control etc etc..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Masa time ku damit-damit~&lt;br /&gt;Aku jujur sama aku dapat kontrol diri sendiri..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I recommend you google up the first one rather than the translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanyway, Katherine Mcphee's Over It would do the same thing too. I feel like being enshrouded in dullness and swept to a place with no one else but me. A place spacious enough I could run around and frolick for miles and miles on end but it feels like I'm stuck on an invisible corner, wallowing in gloom-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indon Glenn's Januari would instantly transport me into a car with an unknown driver, and I would be driven through a road with Sakura trees on the sides, or some other tree with white-pink blossomy petals. And it would be raining. And raindrops aren't the ones that's falling, but thousands and thousands of those petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not the one driving so I'd usually sit back and enjoy the high, rather than worrying on why it is raining freaky pink flowers than water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to put "just to name a few" somewhere but I just don't know where...T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no particular genre of music I stick to, but I could categorise the songs I've listened to, for the benefit of all sentient beings, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if they could find any at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First one is Evergreen. If you say it's lame well then may u be f**ked to kingdom come. I;m naming these for myself not for any other sentient beings. Huhu. Anyway...If I were to listen to it today 10 times, do it again tomorrow, and still listen to it till the same month next year, that particular song goes under this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually it's the songs here that can evoke the 'high'ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Seasonals...I listen to it now, and next week. Then I get bored/feel neutral. Then I'll start liking it again after a few months of being deprived of it. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last would be the One Nite Stands...Well, yeah. Once I get bored of them, there is no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck on that if you think my nomenclating ability is lame. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ends the Sutra of Indulgence through Music.  May all sentient beings embrace Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-4004729423966559703?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4004729423966559703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=4004729423966559703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4004729423966559703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4004729423966559703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/kiss-from-rose.html' title='Kiss from a Rose'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-6998594438317179845</id><published>2009-05-23T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T03:36:48.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An embodiment of Randomness...</title><content type='html'>A wise man, who later became an important icon in Buddhism, once said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Form is nothingness and nothingness is form. And form differs not from nothingness, nothingness differing not from form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not preaching, just being random. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all sentient beings hail Randomness. Like I do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is why people put speed limits. You never know what'll come up in front of you...Or in front of the car in front of you...Next thing you know, ur head is flying off elsewhere. So keep that in mind if u think ur a fast driver. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm writing this post because of any recent unfortunate event(s)...But rather a product of contemplation over the liitle things in life that sort of leads you to another point down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets be thankful to whatever it is that has influenced us to come to paths in which has brought us much happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like friends, and other special people..*hint hint* Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embracing randomness will also lead to open-mindedness, reasons of such relation will not be explained here. But i can say that, realisation of such concept will ultimately lead to acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praised be Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it has lead me to this particular point down this path I walk. Maybe randomness is Karma itself. An emanation of the law of cause-and-effect. Maybe randomness, in its completely unaltered form is Fate itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail Randomness, and all that is that causes the action and reaction of Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nda tuu...Apakan..Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just pure pleasure, don't you think? To be random and speak in a language so familiar to everyone but understood by none. *insert evil cackle here* And more so, when the narrow-minded ones, and those bound by the nonessential laws and precepts of Stereotype-ism, will try to comprehend such a result of randomness, cryptically embellished, and come up with assumptions so hilarious and ridiculous, yet fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, a limited spectra of personalities would lead to lesser Randomness...And therefore, the realisation of Randomness leads to appreciation of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So great are the attributes of Randomness. All hail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ends the Words of Contemplation and Realisation of Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be, blessed be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-6998594438317179845?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6998594438317179845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=6998594438317179845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6998594438317179845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6998594438317179845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/embodiment-of-randomness.html' title='An embodiment of Randomness...'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3385320749245428928</id><published>2009-04-23T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:51:23.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SfCMVg9ScMI/AAAAAAAAACk/1N-J2CWvvV0/s1600-h/Image%28216%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SfCMVg9ScMI/AAAAAAAAACk/1N-J2CWvvV0/s320/Image%28216%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327912660431433922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku nangis tadi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tears are falling down now too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tompok is gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister IMed me on msn..And ia cakap Tompok meninggal...Ia sakit for a few days, macam kana ampas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to going back home and see you there with ur babies...Lama sudah ku nda balik ke rumah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ani Tompok nada lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know ur gone, Tompok...God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when U were a kitten, basar tangan ku ja...U followed me masa ku pat living room all the way back to my room...I took U in my arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then U slept on my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back for a new semester and lama nda balik rumah...When i got back..Uv grown so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gauk lagi tu...Ud start running around and gigit everyone whud want to play with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tompok...I miss you...We miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur the only cat ill ever acknowledge as the cleanest thing to live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much tears for a cat...Hehe...Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Tompok...We all do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pics of U tym U went mental....And I posted one of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...We love you cyg...Alai kami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you'd be with us longer...But now ur gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T...Bye Tompok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where ull go..But I reckon itll be a good place kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-3385320749245428928?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3385320749245428928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=3385320749245428928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3385320749245428928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3385320749245428928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/04/tt.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SfCMVg9ScMI/AAAAAAAAACk/1N-J2CWvvV0/s72-c/Image%28216%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-711469945952615130</id><published>2009-03-21T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T06:18:44.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahi Suci!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back~! So sorry Bloggie-boo~ Internet is crappy back at the hostel...Daymn eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh...To commemorate my coming-back, I shall announce the much anticipated announcement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm getting my Swift-Babe Back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee...So from today, there's umm 8 more days to go...Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be signing off now...I actually have a lot to blog about but not in the mood right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau Ting Tong...Uhu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-711469945952615130?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/711469945952615130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=711469945952615130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/711469945952615130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/711469945952615130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/03/tahi-suci.html' title='Tahi Suci!!'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-6514753967562026601</id><published>2009-02-04T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:05:18.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG!! (ZOH-EM-ENG!!)</title><content type='html'>First it was Malaysia, now Indonesia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the relevant authorities in Brunei are sane enough &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ban YOGA!!&lt;/span&gt; as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just damn foolish, don't you think? Makes you wonder if they even did an extensive research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A reflection taken from ISLAM:BODY &amp;amp; MIND by Soumy Ana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah does not like extremism: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Thus have We made of you an ummah justly balanced&lt;/span&gt;" (Al Baqara 2:143)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Yoga, according to the World Book lexicon is, 'A system of Hindu&lt;br /&gt;religious philosophy that requires intense mental and physical discipline as&lt;br /&gt;a means of attaining union with the universal spirit.' (World Book p. 2421).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence even though Yoga is used only as a fitness programme, it is not&lt;br /&gt;permissible due to its close links with the Hindu religion.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second case, Yoga is halal or allowed; it is just another way &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;feel good&lt;/span&gt; and the teacher is not instructing his students about any of the&lt;br /&gt;Hindu doctrine. It is reduced to a series of physical activities without&lt;br /&gt;special meaning. This series of exercises resemble&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; stretching techniques,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;relaxing and massaging techniques.&lt;/span&gt; As long as the postures are not extreme&lt;br /&gt;and are not harming the body of the person who practices it, it is safe to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Muslims should consider only as a hobby to feel better, something that&lt;br /&gt;they do for pleasure, not by conviction. Yoga can thus help them to sleep&lt;br /&gt;better, to feel more in tune with their body, to relax, etc.&lt;br /&gt;In the same spirit, Muslim Chinese as a means of finding balance and&lt;br /&gt;defending themselves use martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There is no proof in Islam that it is forbidden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prophet (saas) would ask the help of people from other religions to&lt;br /&gt;educate Muslims in writing, or to master a skill. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Islam, we are allowed to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;learn from the non-Muslims as long as we do not imitate them and do not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;follow them and as long as the teaching is not in contradiction in any way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with the Muslim creed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanting in Yoga is therefore prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not&lt;br /&gt;want to imitate the Kufar,&lt;br /&gt;but incorporate what is good from their teachings&lt;br /&gt;into our daily practices. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hatha Yoga is a combination of traditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;teachings into a modern setting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a mild form of Yoga that is completely&lt;br /&gt;reduced to purely physical poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatwa from: http://islamhelpline.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--------------&gt;    Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.yogabrunei.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="file:///C:/Users/user/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.yogabrunei.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-6514753967562026601?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6514753967562026601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=6514753967562026601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6514753967562026601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6514753967562026601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/02/zomg-zoh-em-eng.html' title='ZOMG!! (ZOH-EM-ENG!!)'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3778009777481076255</id><published>2009-02-03T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T03:45:49.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karmanized.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May All Sentient Beings Rejoice. All Karma be done. So be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that basically translates to...*F**K YoU!! YoU FreAKiN MoThErHuMPInG MilK-SNATCHERR!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fewh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just tried to do Yoga and ended up doing a few rounds only....Gahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Vice President of Yoga is physically unfit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm too tired from using up all that energy from not be pissed off about having a bad day...Everything was just not right..Just for a while though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up a half-hour early for my lecture (12pm Bio Lect.) and hung out at Hollywood. You know, that sanctified space at the end of the FOS front walkway thing. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Hail Rose the Nomenclating Queen  of Maha-Gangsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrived and was hungry cuz all I had was my *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home-made Uber-Smooth Ginseng Latte&lt;/span&gt;...Woot!!* and decided to go the Union shop for some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It felt like my left shoulder area grew humongously big and the sleeve was too uncomfortably snug, and it was a rather unpleasant feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My hair was wayy too unruly for some reason so I couldn't keep it in much order as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Some parts of the lymphatic glands in my mouth is swollen, due to a failed fever strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Didn't find anything interesting to consume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The whole population of Earth was in *MY* FREAKING WAY the whole time I walked back to Hollywood!!! They would either BE IN FRONT OF ME WALKING LIKE RETARDED SNAILS or SICKENINGLY BLOCKING MY FREAKIN WAY!!! WTF??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So yeah, I was rather pissed off when I came to Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, letting your pissed-offness emanate and disturb your surrounding peers in a sinful act. So I mentally made fun of myself being pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ate, and hung around till it was almost time for lecture and walked up. That annoying Vomit Green-Hot Pink *BAD DAY* label was still floating over my whole pitiful existence...Got in class and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The room smelled like stinking feet so ever more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Uni chair-table thing I sat in felt small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Then the table of the Uni chair-table thing felt small too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Everything wasn't really right at that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And I fell asleep despite my burning desire attending the Lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. Wtf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All turned out well after that though, miraculously...My t-shirt felt the right size, my hair was a tad bit manageable and the whole wide world felt spacious again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it rained....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss my Swift-babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And si Anu is farrr in KL!!!! Wtf~~....Jauh eee....T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ada this particular someone, long hair and had a very nice perfume on...Lawl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mata buleh begatal, tapi jangan hati ikut jua~...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point of the day I realised I wasn't craving for any particular food as much as I normally would, but rather....Umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like my hands are so itchy to make Paus, baked Paus, Tendon, Gimbap, Sushi, Carbonara, Shepherd'd pie...Amongst other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like an addiction you see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you just need to find a dark, abandoned corner and pour some of it out, and just take one long, heavenly, eternally satisfying *SNIFFFF*....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..lawl. That ws scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe not up to that point, but I just reaally need to freakin make something~!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want my ALLOWANCE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what. I have a hypothesis. Of why our allowance is so damn late sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because *they* think its not really important to us. And that each and every single UBDian is still under the TLC of their parents, and that we are, if not freakingly wealthy, are still able to support ourselves living on our parents' money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not that if they make it late that it will affect their own payday. Of which is sickeningly somewhat fixed every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are getting paid for their job, man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay I might just be ranting out without any basis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They have been doing this for how long already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I reckon they do have their own system handling this whole thing, which would revolve around a few stages, where this goes there and what goes where. So how long can it be to finish up one stage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And why is the period of release vary everytime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu. Okay I'm going to surf for more recipes now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-3778009777481076255?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3778009777481076255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=3778009777481076255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3778009777481076255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3778009777481076255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/02/karmanized.html' title='Karmanized.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-6716866482358570932</id><published>2009-02-02T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T04:34:10.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susu-stealer.</title><content type='html'>U know wat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sasax me neh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali me ke fridge tady kanz, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ilang lagy susu me skutakx&lt;/span&gt;!! Ish..Dua kaly dh ne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubatah u kana. Nda u sasax kan tOh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ary atew &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mango yoghurt&lt;/span&gt; me ilangz, mcm lyke, okayy, na me brapa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; iNgaU&lt;/span&gt; lah..Me biarkan SaJa LeR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali kedua nya, Susu me lagy ilangzZ!! Okayy...Me baik haty, na me kyra, me sdakah ja k tOh yow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AnI IlanGX LaGy AaHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SASAX ME NEHH!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CmaNAkaN NEh Ah?? U aTeW BerKupoN JwA Kali AHH!!&lt;/span&gt; Na JwA PyH KaN MnCmaNEE! SaD JwA Me NEHH uleh U!! eEe~..MuN Me ChaWu U AnE sApA wAh, mE RoGol!! laU U my TasTe lahh~~...Lau NdA, mE Bagy AmBukX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh...MWAHXX~!! NtaH eH, strezz me nehh~....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...Yeah...Lawls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-6716866482358570932?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6716866482358570932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=6716866482358570932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6716866482358570932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6716866482358570932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/02/susu-stealer.html' title='Susu-stealer.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-4645862961963227287</id><published>2009-01-31T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:57:07.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make Super-Smooth, Kick-Ass Instant Coffee/Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SYVFZQyhNDI/AAAAAAAAACc/3eb7aXxMvmU/s1600-h/IMG0404A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SYVFZQyhNDI/AAAAAAAAACc/3eb7aXxMvmU/s320/IMG0404A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297716836977161266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was bored. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U'd need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-One or two bags of any coffee or milk tea premix. I used Boh Teacino Vanilla for this one.&lt;br /&gt;-Hot water.&lt;br /&gt;-Full cream (if you want to gain weight) or Low Fat Milk.&lt;br /&gt;-Honey/Sugar. Never tried Maple syrup though..Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Get your favourite cup out and pour the premix in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Add the hot water in. Just enough to dissolve the premix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Add the milk till you almost hit the brim huhu. If you want that Coffee Zone Chill Out Time feeling, use cold milk. Heheh. If your up for a hot cup, use warm/hot milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Add a spoonful of honey/sugar. Adjust to ur taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Enjoy the uber-smooth texture of ur homemade Cafe Style Coffee/Milk Tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Umm..LAWL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it with ginseng coffee mix this morning and it rawked! The 4:1 milk-water ratio was a revelation from heaven, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if ur using milk tea premix, I recommend u to add half water and half milk, or just a dash of the milk. Tea is rather..umm..soft in taste so the milk tends to overwhelm the whole taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better try this out or u'll see a beheaded man with an axe when u look at the mirror before u sleep later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-4645862961963227287?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4645862961963227287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=4645862961963227287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4645862961963227287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4645862961963227287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-make-super-smooth-kick-ass.html' title='How to make Super-Smooth, Kick-Ass Instant Coffee/Tea'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SYVFZQyhNDI/AAAAAAAAACc/3eb7aXxMvmU/s72-c/IMG0404A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-889384315876349686</id><published>2009-01-31T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:57:09.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad winds.</title><content type='html'>ZOMFG, Man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me are falling sick like bees falling and dying after I spray the hive with 50% chloroform and 50% concentrated chlorox...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the Fallen Doctor Shah to share his tips on how to keep ur immune system up!! Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be a Taurean. But I guess this would be quite hard to achieve considering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go to the hospital and get some free medicine, if ur a Bruneian of course. Huhu...Panadol helps to reduce watever pain there is and those things they give for coughs and flu are meant to be consumed to the last drop even when u r already sickeningly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This helps to give u a better chance of avoiding those accursed situations by helping u develop a stronger immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panadols they give are rather slow, so I recommend u get those soluble ones or Actifast. Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If u r a tea lover, like me, get urself 3 cups a day ( I recommend green tea, cuz evry1 says its good haha) and put a spoonful of honey in. I mean real honey, not the cheap ones u use for BBQs. Huhu...They should be fairly easy to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ur not, warm water should be a fine substitute. The idea is just to get that freakin honey into ur system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is what I do if I have a head-blowing cough and a sore throat so sore it feels like a pedophile version of Freddy Krueger is cutting ur throat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--3 of the brown Hacks, the one that tastes like some minty bark of soime tree at the back of ur house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--2 other Hacks of ur own choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Honey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hot water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mix the F**k out of emm till most of the Hacks dissolves and consume wit TLC just for fun. Haha...I don't know what the hell it does but it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is what my friend Vic told me, for sore throats too, drink warm Coke. The bubbles would do wondrous things to your throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't let ur body get too hot, put a wet towel on ur forehead and from time to time try to bring it to ur neck too...Feels goood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Barley is good to cool u down, and so is drinking a whole damn lot of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh don't be so glum when ur ill, it makes ur body pissed off with you and would heal slower. U'd be pissing of other people too! And we hate that. We already have shitty things on our hands, and we don't u being shitty too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make fun of it, and try laughing at urself, eventho in ur current state u cud only manage a dull, frighteningly sickly half-grin. Oh if u do manage to do this, take a look at the mirror and see how horrible u look like. And laugh the hell off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research (Dr Junaidah of UBD, 1st year Evolution and Diversity of life lecture) has shown how mental stress can physically affect ur immune system as well. The more stressed u are the more it goes down. Stress is a choice, not an automated response like adrenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm getting sick myself by typing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-889384315876349686?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/889384315876349686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=889384315876349686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/889384315876349686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/889384315876349686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-winds.html' title='Bad winds.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8720790985594483448</id><published>2009-01-29T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:12:46.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satay For Life!</title><content type='html'>Really tired today, despite having only one lecture to go to...Gagaga...Hiong called while I was still happily cuddling my paluk and looking at the ceiling, and asked me to come down to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class at 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my shower, and got ready. *i actually fell in a half-sleep right after the call, and well, was delayed huhu*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then bla bla bla bla....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha....Not in the mood to write about my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is currently pondering on a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Waiting for the allowance so I can do my grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I still want to make those freaking Pau, man! Anybody knows how to make the oyster chicken ppl put in Pau??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Try out a few Japanese dishes. And maybe Gimbap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...I guess its an after-effect thing of going on a hunger strike. Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather hungry right now. So instead of having something to eat, I sort of reflected on what I had for food today. So it consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bits and pieces of Zaty and Mus' salad in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;-Sausage bun and corned beef bun for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;-Lee's leftover. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;-And Tronkies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So approximately that should equal to an intake of 1000 calories...Huhu...Daymn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm tired. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-8720790985594483448?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8720790985594483448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8720790985594483448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8720790985594483448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8720790985594483448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/01/satay-for-life.html' title='Satay For Life!'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-4373817667817583063</id><published>2009-01-27T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:28:37.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG Man!!! I ACTUALLY ROFLLAWLed!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83eSE8pm2x0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/83eSE8pm2x0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I laughed for 5 minutes non-stop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-4373817667817583063?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4373817667817583063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=4373817667817583063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4373817667817583063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4373817667817583063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/01/omfg-man-i-actually-rofllawled.html' title='OMFG Man!!! I ACTUALLY ROFLLAWLed!!!!'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-2050939268151718588</id><published>2009-01-26T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:09:17.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Mahatma Gandhi, Man!</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently on a state of something similar to being in a hunger strike..Just without any negative notes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like my average intake of meals per day is well...One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagaga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course I am not planning on going all skinny till the winds could blow me away though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so sure how I weigh now but I am aiming for 60kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I weighed was 68kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging from the clothes I've been wearing, of which were before didn't lie too much on my favour in terms of size...Well...The result seems promising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I be saved from obesity...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-2050939268151718588?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2050939268151718588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=2050939268151718588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2050939268151718588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2050939268151718588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/01/hail-mahatma-gandhi-man.html' title='Hail Mahatma Gandhi, Man!'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3059018031386911206</id><published>2009-01-26T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:56:14.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Revelation.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, you might have already guessed it from the title on what I'd be tellin next heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a freakin hot afternoon two days ago, and I was screwing the process of resurrecting my brain for the new semester by going online when Dad called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Aduh lai, lupa Babah ngantar yang anu wave ah! Haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitiful Self: *In pitiful tone* "Ah awu...Umm..Biar kan tah dulu k..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Awu iatah lupa wah Babah ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: "Ah anu bah...Aku tukar program ne.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Owh ok..apa tu?"  &lt;---- Weird reactio, man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: "Ah anu..nda ku dpt blayar ne ke Canada ah...Aku ada fail subject yg ku nda dpt repeat ah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Ahh, jadi apa tah ne?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  "Anu..B.Sc. Chemistry..Minor Biology"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Ah apa?" &lt;--- Not in a mad tone though, much to my surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: "Chemistry...Major Chem Minor ku Biology..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Ahh ok masih tuu...Tapi ani dapat ni ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: "Awu ku cuba lh...Sory Bah ah...Ku nda dpt blayar ah...Jgn marah bah ah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Ehh apa plg Babah marah! Sains jua masih tu! Ibob jua suka dari dulu..Mun Ibob tukar ke Malay kah English kah atu baru Babah marah! Ahaa..Ok tu...Tapi janji ani dpt ja ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky reaction. I guess God heard my pleas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanx God!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was followed by me reassuring myself of his positive reaction by still being in a pitiful tone and saying sorry and that I was scared of calling him up and telling him. He assured me that it was okay and to just go on. I told him of my plans with Masters and he said Jgn Tah Ingau Dulu Teww!! Haha..And asked me to focus on this first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail Mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't told my Mom though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One down one more to go it seems...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-3059018031386911206?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3059018031386911206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=3059018031386911206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3059018031386911206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3059018031386911206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/01/smooth-revelation.html' title='Smooth Revelation.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-243907194205562723</id><published>2009-01-21T06:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:04:56.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengiessss!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm Back!! Huhu...Feels good to be here again....Me and my own world of words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that means....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feels nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the start of a new semester and we are just in our second week. Won't be updating much, my brain is in still the process of resurrecting itself and replenishing all needed..umm..necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear World,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer an Undergraduate taking Bachelor of Biotechnology...So here I am re-presenting myself unto you as an Undergraduate taking Bachelor of Science in Chemistry (minoring in Biology).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, it hurts. But shit happens. It's not the end just yet, I still have my Plan Bs and Cs, Gamma, Alpha, bla bla bla up my sleeve, down my collar, inside my pocket, bla bla bla....Gahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the more fooked up thing is that, I have not told my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my feline daughter Snoopy. Well...The darn kitten wouldn't understand crap anyway, so I think I have less to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I shoould have unpacked all my stuff by now, but my room still looks like a rundown, ghostly place of prostitution...What's a specific word for this anyway? @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start to blog on a hopefully regular basis as soon as I settle down from all the new semester chaos-whirlwind-hectic time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till then, bubye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-243907194205562723?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/243907194205562723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=243907194205562723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/243907194205562723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/243907194205562723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2009/01/pengiessss.html' title='Pengiessss!!!!'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-989347659784085828</id><published>2008-12-07T02:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:30:26.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something that has been kept up inside.</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've just screwed up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm taking Bachelor of Biotechnology. It's a twinning program; 2 years here and 2 years in Windsor, Canada. And the catch is that I need to get an average C+ for my 4 semesters here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I think you've guessed it. I'm not doing well. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've never cried this much when I think of my future ad academics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, they say for all the shit that happens, there is always a reason. Always something good to counter the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is wait, and try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May God hear me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not abandon me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will pray not for you to turn back time, to erase my mistakes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In You I confide, for Thou art Most Gracious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fully realise all that is bad comes from me. You have opened so many doors for me and I have been ignorant to choose the right one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fully realise no matter how much of my tears fall, not a single one would add a mark to my grade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God, Most Merciful...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray unto Thee, I beseech Thee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I fail this course, instill patience into the hearts of my Father, my Mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pour into them your Light, so they may have patience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let my Father feel not any dissappointment and sorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let not my Mother cry a single tear, I ask You to hold back her sadness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Thee all goodness come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-989347659784085828?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/989347659784085828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=989347659784085828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/989347659784085828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/989347659784085828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-yeah-you-know-what-i-think-ive-just.html' title='Just something that has been kept up inside.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3159621080290712352</id><published>2008-12-07T01:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:01:14.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghostly hantus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life as it is'/><title type='text'>Anticipating a sleepover.</title><content type='html'>I'm going back to Seria today and I've just finished packing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have severe induced influenza=, due to the accumulated dust and habuks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this blog would probably be on a much longer hiatus since I have no access to the net at home. I'll try blogging by phone huhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished my exams on the 4th but I was too busy repaying my sleep and looking at the ceiling while lying on the bed for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh, I've got a few things to share with you peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you are about to read are experiences...umm..experienced by fellow UBDians. My actual plan was to blog it up one by one but I know I won't have the chance back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, if you have some stories to tell as well, share it! Huhu...I want more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm craving for Hamachi Salad Temaki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: UBD&lt;br /&gt;Story-reteller's note: I try my best to keep the stories as original as from how I have heard them. But if you have any other versions, do tell. hehe. And for this one there's two parts...So..Just read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelude: Our magnificent University has a library. (duhh). Hmm..Lemme just make it short; the first and second floors contain general collections and books in relation to the courses UBD has. Now the 3rd floor, is called Bruneiana (ooh~). this is where we keep books by local authors in a well-guarded place (you'd have to make a request at the desk and they will get the book for you). This is also the place where we keep ancient-ish, very a long time ago books, amnuscripts, blas. The Nadir collection. (I've always like this Nadir name..Huhu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Version one: Da Boy.&lt;/span&gt; *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened circa this century, on the third floor, Bruneiana. A boy was studying alone when someone, a woman, came up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woman *in normal Bruneian baju kurung*: Alum kau balik wang?&lt;/span&gt; (ur not going home yet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: Awu alum, masih banyak kraja ku ah.&lt;/span&gt; (No, i still have some work to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woman: Mau kau dangani aku ke tingkat 4?&lt;/span&gt; (do you want to accompany me to the 4th floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy: Bah mana saja.&lt;/span&gt; (ok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they went to the elevator and somehow the 4th floor button was there. And so they went up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the display up the elevator showed 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived, and the elevator opened, all the boy could see was white. Something was terribly wrong. *I assume this is the moment where it occured to him we don't have any 4th floor..Daymn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl beside him was already a 'something'. Long hair, bowed down, and white cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was miraculous enough that there was a staircase in that floor so he ran down, packed up and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;*Yeah I know, I think the staircase would make some rather skeptical, but wait till you read the second vers. Heh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Version 2: Da Gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woman came from behind: Alum kau balik dang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl: Banyak kraja ku masih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woman: Mau kau dangani aku ke tingkat 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, the girl was fast enough to realise that there was no 4th floor. And she actually looked over her shoulder to see the woman, in baju kurung, and saw this lady had no feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl: Bah kan balik tah ku ni, akhir sudah.&lt;/span&gt; (i need to go home now, it's late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Woman: Tau kau sudah kewujudan ku kah?&lt;/span&gt; (so u noe of my existence?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daymn ee...Scary faeces rite there, mann.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second story.&lt;br /&gt;Location: Faculty of Science parking area.&lt;br /&gt;Time: Dusk. Or was it, anyway it was getting dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two girls was about to go home from FOS, and one of the girls have already went into the car. She realised her friend was still outside, simply standing. So she called out to the other and ask her to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl in seat: Bah eh, lajutah. akhir sudah nie, balik tah ketani. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(cmon its alredi late, let's go home.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any response from the friend. After much ushering, the other went in. She was quiet in the car and her head was down a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she started strumming her fingers on the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of the sudden she spoke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Strumming girl: Inda kau tau kah ani tampat ku?&lt;/span&gt; (didn't you know that *this* is my place?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if the friend got out of the car, but from my source she called her other friends up, and they arrived to find out the driving girl was possessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May I be protected from evil...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-3159621080290712352?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3159621080290712352/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-2878062721392504022</id><published>2008-11-28T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:16:50.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldfish Salad Temaki</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am putting this blog on hiatus, after long periods of contemplation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiatus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-2878062721392504022?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2878062721392504022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=2878062721392504022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2878062721392504022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2878062721392504022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/goldfish-salad-temaki.html' title='Goldfish Salad Temaki'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-2105054267911870586</id><published>2008-11-22T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:00:46.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence test.</title><content type='html'>Your result for Howard Gardner's Eight Types of Intelligence Test ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57% Logical, 20% Spatial, 12% Linguistic, 29% Intrapersonal, 18% Interpersonal, 14% Musical, 29% Bodily-Kinesthetic and 45% Naturalistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u8kIHKl/photo/we9UfNFzQZ/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.imeem.com/p/we9UfNFzQZ.jpg" alt="click to comment" title="click to comment" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This area has to do with logic, abstractions, inductive and deductive reasoning, and numbers&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Number"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. While it is often assumed that those with this intelligence naturally excel in mathematics, chess, computer programming, and other logical or numerical activities, a more accurate definition places emphasis less on traditional mathematical ability and more reasoning capabilities, abstract pattern recognition, scientific thinking and investigation, and the ability to perform complex calculations.&lt;br /&gt;Careers which suit those with this intelligence include scientists, mathematicians, engineers, doctors and economists." (Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/howard-gardners-eight-types-of-intelligence-test"&gt;http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/howard-gardners-eight-types-of-intelligence-test&lt;/a&gt; Click here to try it urself..Hee~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-2105054267911870586?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2105054267911870586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=2105054267911870586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2105054267911870586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2105054267911870586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/intelligence-test.html' title='Intelligence test.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-816353130321219973</id><published>2008-11-19T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:53:43.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purge.</title><content type='html'>Next question: You are so dumb that you poured cold water, of which you thought you boiled already, onto your instant tea mix and now you want to heat it. Assume that the system does not allow you to throw away the mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Go to the kitchen and submerge half the cup into a pot of boiling water and stir at short intervals until hot enough. You can get the boiling water by putting water into a suitable pot and bring to boil for your Indomee, then decide against making the Indomee since you menyamal-ed due to the non-existence of a fooking pair of scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin much today..except for...Hee~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Studied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Planning to get a haircut from ^_^::, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pandai menggunting yoo~~...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Onion rings, hot dogs and chips for breakfast, Corned beef fried rice and Mee Mamak for late lunch, begayut on the phone for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Haven't got any idea on anything particular to blog about...I haven't spent much time pondering these few days..Too occupied..Huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have lots of time to ponder after the exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a shower before begayuting on the phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-816353130321219973?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/816353130321219973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=816353130321219973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/816353130321219973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/816353130321219973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/purge.html' title='Purge.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-2951357025475409099</id><published>2008-11-17T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:32:48.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beanie on my head.</title><content type='html'>I couldn't go online the whole day till just now because Wave was fooked up for some reason. And I've got a Beanie!! TQ Tengx~ Haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Mom ee~~...And her mysteriously mystical hands....Every time I go back home I'd snuggle up to Mom's lap and ask for a head massage, even if I don't have a headache..Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that can stop me from melatah-ing. just massage my head...Because I'd instantly go to La La land and go uuhhh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;^___^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around six, slept again...Woke up again at 11.57 am, and I slept again...Finally woke up around 12.07 pm...Huu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was rolling around my bed (hee~~) for a while, then I turned on my laptop to go online and fook, I couldn't sign in to Wave so I couldn't go online...Bleurgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to order breakfast, Fish n Chips for...*wink wink* and grilled chicken burger with onion rings for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picked my order up 45 minutes after and returned to my room, I found out they gave me the normal burger and freakin fat fries rather than what I ordered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Onion Rings!! *makes a sad, pouty face and teary puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously waa....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T__T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to eat onion rings...More than sushi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(-__-)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising I hadn't eaten any today as I type this is bumming me out...@.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ia datang isok tu Wan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm happy again.Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel tired...And there's not much I could blog about today...Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-2951357025475409099?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2951357025475409099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=2951357025475409099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2951357025475409099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2951357025475409099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/beanie-on-my-head.html' title='Beanie on my head.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8980408869531784215</id><published>2008-11-16T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:45:37.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personaliti diri. Kerana diri mu begitu berharga~..haha</title><content type='html'>Rahsia Bulan dan Kelahiran&lt;br /&gt;Berikut disenaraikan kajian mengenai bulan dan sikap anda, yang telah dijalankan olehYang Berbahagia Dato' Dr. Fadzilah Kamsah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARI&lt;br /&gt;* Bercita-cita tinggi dan orangnya serius, suka mendidik dan dididik.&lt;br /&gt;*Sangat mudah melihat kelemahan orang dan suka mengkritik.&lt;br /&gt;*Rajin dan setiap yang dibuat nampak keuntungan.&lt;br /&gt;*Suka pada kecantikan, kekemasan dan teratur.&lt;br /&gt;* Bersifat sensitif dan berfikiran mendalam.&lt;br /&gt;*Pandai mengambil hati orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;* Pendiam kecuali telah dirangsang.&lt;br /&gt;* Agak pemalu dan mempunyai daya tumpuan yang sangat tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah mendisiplinkan diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;* Badannya sihat tetapi mudah diserang selsema.&lt;br /&gt;* Bersikap romantik tetapi tidak pandai memperlihatkannya.&lt;br /&gt;* Cukup sayang pada kanak-kanak.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka duduk di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;* Setia pada segala-galanya.&lt;br /&gt;* Perlu belajar kemahiran bersosial.&lt;br /&gt;* Sifat cemburu yang sangat tinggi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARI&lt;br /&gt;* Berfikiran abstrak.&lt;br /&gt;* Sukakan benda yang realiti dan abstrak.&lt;br /&gt;* Bijak dan pintar&lt;br /&gt;* Berpewatakan yang mudah berubah.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah menawan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;* Agak pendiam.&lt;br /&gt;* Pemalu dan rendah diri.&lt;br /&gt;* Jujur dan setia pada segalanya.&lt;br /&gt;* Keras hati untuk mencapai matlamat.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak suka dikongkong.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah memberontak apabila dikongkong.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka kegiatan yang lasak.&lt;br /&gt;* Emosinya mudah terluka dan sangat sensitif.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah mempamerkan marahnya.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak suka benda yang remeh-temeh.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka berkawan tapi kurang mempamerkannya.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat berani dan suka memberontak.&lt;br /&gt;* Bercita-cita tinggi, suka berangan-angan dan ada harapan untuk merealisasikan impiannya.&lt;br /&gt;* Pemerhatian yang tajam.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka hiburan dan sukan.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka benda yang bersifat seni.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat romantik pada dalaman tetapi tidak pada luaran.&lt;br /&gt;* Berkecenderungan pada benda yang tahyul.&lt;br /&gt;* Amat mudah dan boleh menjadi terlalu boros.&lt;br /&gt;* Belajar untuk mempamerkan emosi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAC&lt;br /&gt;* Berpesonaliti menarik dan menawan.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah didampingi.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat pemalu dan pemendam rasa.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat baik secara semulajadi, jujur pemurah dan mudah simpati.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat sensitif pada perkataan yang dituturkan dan alam persekitaran.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka pada kedamaian.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat peka pada orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;* Sesuai dengan kerjaya yang memberi khidmat kepada orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak cepat marah dan sangat amanah.&lt;br /&gt;* Tahu membalas dan mengenang budi.&lt;br /&gt;* Pemerhatian dan penilaian yang sangat tajam.&lt;br /&gt;* Kecenderungan untuk berdendam jika tidak dikawal.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka berangan-angan.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka melancong.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat manja dan suka diberi perhatian yang sangat tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;* Kelam kabut dalam memilih pasangan.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka dengan hiasan rumahtangga.&lt;br /&gt;* Punya bakat seni dalalm bidang muzik.&lt;br /&gt;* Kecenderungan pada benda yang istimewa dan baik.&lt;br /&gt;* Jangan terlalu mengikut selera atau perasaan&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat aktif dan dinamik.&lt;br /&gt;* Cepat bertindak membuat keputusan tetapi cepat menyesal.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat menarik dan pandai menjaga diri.&lt;br /&gt;* Punya daya mental yang sangat kuat.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka diberi perhatian.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat diplomatik (pandai memujuk ).&lt;br /&gt;* Berkawan dan pandai menyelesaikan masalah orang.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat berani dan tiada perasaan takut.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka perkara yang mencabar, pengasih, penyayang, sopan santun dan pemurah.&lt;br /&gt;* Emosi cepat terusik.&lt;br /&gt;* Cuba kawal perasaan.&lt;br /&gt;* Kecenderungan bersifat pendendam.&lt;br /&gt;* Agresif dan kelam kabut dalam membuat keputusan.&lt;br /&gt;* Kuat daya ingatan.&lt;br /&gt;* Gerak hati yang sangat kuat.&lt;br /&gt;* Pandai mendorong diri sendiri dan memotivasikan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;* Berpenyakit disekitar kepala dan dada.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat cemburu dan terlalu cemburu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEI&lt;br /&gt;* Keras hati &amp;amp; degil.&lt;br /&gt;* Kuat semangat &amp;amp; bermotivasi tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;* Pemikiran yang tajam.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah marah apabila tidak dikawal.&lt;br /&gt;* Pandai menarik hati &amp;amp; perhatian orang lain .&lt;br /&gt;* Perasaan yang amat mendalam.&lt;br /&gt;* Cantik dari segi mental &amp;amp; fizikal.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak perlu dimotivasikan.&lt;br /&gt;* Tetap pendirian, tetapi mudah dipengaruhi oleh orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah dipujuk.&lt;br /&gt;* Bersikap sistematik (otak kiri).&lt;br /&gt;* Suka berangan.&lt;br /&gt;* Kuat daya firasat memahami apa yang terlintas di hati orang lain tanpa diberitahu.&lt;br /&gt;* Bahagian telinga &amp;amp; leher mudah diserang penyakit.&lt;br /&gt;* Daya khayalan yang tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;* Permikiran yang tajam.&lt;br /&gt;* Pandai berdebat.&lt;br /&gt;* Fizikal yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;* Kelemahan sistem pernafasan.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka sastera, seni &amp;amp; muzik serta melancong.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak berapa suka duduk di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak boleh duduk diam.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak punya ramai anak.&lt;br /&gt;* Rajin dan bersemangat tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;* Agak boros&lt;a name="6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN&lt;br /&gt;* Berfikiran jauh &amp;amp; berwawasan.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah ditawan kerana sikap baik.&lt;br /&gt;* Berperangai lemah lembut.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah berubah sikap, perangai, idea dan mood.&lt;br /&gt;* Idea yang terlalu banyak di kepala.&lt;br /&gt;* Bersikap sensitif.&lt;br /&gt;* Mempunyai pemikiran yang aktif (sentiasa berfikir).&lt;br /&gt;* Sukar melakukan sesuatu dengan segera.&lt;br /&gt;* Bersikap suka menangguh-nangguh.&lt;br /&gt;* Bersikap terlalu memilih &amp;amp; mahukan yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;* Cepat marah &amp;amp; cepat sejuk.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka bercakap &amp;amp; berdebat.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka buat lawak &amp;amp; bergurau.&lt;br /&gt;* Otaknya cerdas berangan-angan.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah berkawan &amp;amp; pandai berkawan.&lt;br /&gt;* orang yang sangat tertib.&lt;br /&gt;* Pandai mempamerkan sikap.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah kecil hati.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah kena selsema.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka berkemas.&lt;br /&gt;* Cepat rasa bosan.&lt;br /&gt;* Sikap terlalu memilih &amp;amp; cerewet.&lt;br /&gt;* Kurang mempamerkan perasaan.&lt;br /&gt;* Lambat untuk sembuh apabila terluka hati.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka pada barang yang berjenama.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah menjadi eksekutif.&lt;br /&gt;* Kedegilan yang tidak terkawal.&lt;br /&gt;* Sesiapa yang memuji, dianggap musuh. Siapa yang menegur dianggap kawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULAI&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat suka didamping.&lt;br /&gt;* Banyak berahsia dan sukar dimengerti terutamanya lelaki.&lt;br /&gt;* Agak pendiam kecuali dirangsang.&lt;br /&gt;* Ada harga dan maruah diri.&lt;br /&gt;* Tak suka menyusahkan orang lain tapi tidak marah apabila disusahkan.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah dipujuk dan bercakap lurus.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat menjaga hati orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat peramah.&lt;br /&gt;* Emosi sangat mendalam tapi mudah terluka hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;* Berjiwa sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;* Jarang berdendam.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah memaafkan tapi sukar melupakan.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak suka benda remeh-temeh.&lt;br /&gt;* Membimbing cara fizikal dan mental.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat peka, mengambil berat dan mengasihi serta penyayang.*&lt;br /&gt;Layanan yang serupa terhadap semua orang.&lt;br /&gt;* Tinggi daya simpati.&lt;br /&gt;* Pemerhatian yang tajam.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka menilai orang lain melalui pemerhatian.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah dan rajin belajar.* Suka muhasabah diri.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka mengenangkan peristiwa atau kawan lama.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka mendiamkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka duduk di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka tunggu kawan tapi tak cari kawan.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak agresif kecuali terpaksa.&lt;br /&gt;* Lemah dari segi kesihatan perut.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah gemuk kalau tak kawal diet.&lt;br /&gt;* Minta disayangi.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah terluka hati tapi lambat pulih.&lt;br /&gt;* Terlalu mengambil berat.&lt;br /&gt;* Rajin dalam membuat kerja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OGOS&lt;br /&gt;* Suka berlawak.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah tertawan padanya.&lt;br /&gt;* Sopan santun dan mengambil berat terhadap orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;* Berani dan tidak tahu takut.&lt;br /&gt;* Orangnya agak tegas &amp;amp; bersikap kepimpinan.&lt;br /&gt;* Pandai memujuk orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;* Terlalu pemurah &amp;amp; bersikap ego.&lt;br /&gt;* Nilai harga diri yang sangat tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;* Dahagakan pujian.&lt;br /&gt;* Semangat juang yang luar biasa.&lt;br /&gt;* Cepat marah &amp;amp; mudah mengamuk.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah marah apabila cakapnya dilawan.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat cemburu.&lt;br /&gt;* Daya pemerhatian yang tajam &amp;amp; teliti.&lt;br /&gt;* Cepat berfikir.* Fikiran yang berdikari.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka memimpin &amp;amp; dipimpin.&lt;br /&gt;* Sifat suka berangan.&lt;br /&gt;* Berbakat dalam seni lukis, hiburan &amp;amp; silat.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat sensitif tapi tidak mudah merajuk.&lt;br /&gt;* Cepat sembuh apabila ditimpa penyakit.&lt;br /&gt;* Belajar untuk bertenang.&lt;br /&gt;* Sikap kelam kabut.&lt;br /&gt;* Romantik, pengasih dan penyayang.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka mencari kawan&lt;a name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat bersopan santun &amp;amp; bertolak ansur.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat cermat, teliti &amp;amp; teratur.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka menegur kesilapan orang lain &amp;amp; mengkritik.&lt;br /&gt;* Pendiam tapi pandai bercakap.&lt;br /&gt;* Sikap sangat cool, sangat baik &amp;amp; mudah simpati.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat perihatin &amp;amp; terperinci, amanah, setia &amp;amp; jujur.&lt;br /&gt;* Kerja yang dilakukan sangat sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat sensitif yang tidak diketahui.&lt;br /&gt;* orang yang banyak berfikir.&lt;br /&gt;* Daya pentaakulan yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;* Otak bijak &amp;amp; mudah belajar.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka mencari maklumat.&lt;br /&gt;* Kawal diri dari terlalu mengkritik.&lt;br /&gt;* Pandai mendorong diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah memahami orang lain kerana banyak menyimpan rahsia.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka sukan, hiburan &amp;amp; melancong.&lt;br /&gt;* Kurang menunjukkan perasaannya.&lt;br /&gt;* Terluka hatinya sangat lama disimpan.&lt;br /&gt;* Terlalu memilih pasangan.&lt;br /&gt;* Sukakan benda yang luas.&lt;br /&gt;* Bersistematik&lt;a name="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKTOBER&lt;br /&gt;* Suka berbual.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka orang yang sayang padanya.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka ambil jln tengah.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat menawan &amp;amp; sopan santun.&lt;br /&gt;* Kecantikan luar &amp;amp; dalam.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak pandai berbohong &amp;amp; berpura-pura.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah rasa simpati, baik dan mementingkan kawan.&lt;br /&gt;* Sentiasa berkawan.&lt;br /&gt;* Hatinya mudah terusik tetapi merajuknya tak lama.&lt;br /&gt;* Cepat marah.&lt;br /&gt;* Macam pentingkan diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak menolong orang kecuali diminta.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka melihat dari perspektifnya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak suka terima pandangan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;* Emosi yang mudah terusik.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka berangan &amp;amp; pandai bercakap.&lt;br /&gt;* Emosi yang kelam kabut.&lt;br /&gt;* Daya firasat yang sangat kuat (terutamanya perempuan).&lt;br /&gt;* Suka melancong, bidang sastera &amp;amp; seni.&lt;br /&gt;* Pengasih, penyayang &amp;amp; lemah lembut.&lt;br /&gt;* Romantik dalam percintaan.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah terusik hati &amp;amp; cemburu.&lt;br /&gt;* Ambil berat tentang orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka kegiatan luar.&lt;br /&gt;* orang yang adil.&lt;br /&gt;* Boros &amp;amp; mudah dipengaruhi persekitaran.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah patah semangat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;br /&gt;* Banyak idea dalam perkara.&lt;br /&gt;* Sukar untuk dimengertikan atau difahami sikapnya.&lt;br /&gt;* Berfikiran kehadapan.&lt;br /&gt;* Berfikiran unik dan bijak.&lt;br /&gt;* Penuh dengan idea-idea baru yang luarbiasa.&lt;br /&gt;* Pemikiran yang tajam.&lt;br /&gt;* Daya firasat yang sangat halus dan tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;* Sesuai jadi seorang doktor.&lt;br /&gt;* Cermat dan teliti.&lt;br /&gt;* Personaliti yang dinamik.&lt;br /&gt;* Sifat yang berahsia, pandai mencungkil dan mencari rahsia.&lt;br /&gt;* Banyak berfikir, kurang bercakap tetapi mesra.&lt;br /&gt;* Berani, pemurah setia dan banyak kesabaran.&lt;br /&gt;* Terlalu degil dan keras hati.&lt;br /&gt;* Apabila berkehendak sesuatu, akan diusahakan sehingga berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;* Tak suka marah kecuali digugat.&lt;br /&gt;* Mudah ambil berat terhadap orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;* Pandai muhasabah diri.&lt;br /&gt;* Cara berfikir yang lain dari orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;* Otak yang sangat tajam.&lt;br /&gt;* Pandai mendorong diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak hargai pujian.&lt;br /&gt;* Kekuatan semangat dan daya juang yang sangat tinggi apabila berkehendak sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;* Cuba sampai berjaya.&lt;br /&gt;* Badan yang sasa.&lt;br /&gt;* Kasih sayang dan emosi yang sangat mendalam dan romantik.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak pasti dengan hubungan kasih sayang.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka duduk d irumah.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat rajin dan berkemampuan tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;* Amanah, jujur, setia dan pandai berahsia.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak berapa berjaya dalam mengawal emosi.&lt;br /&gt;* Bercita-cita tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;* Perangai tidak dapat diramal dan mudah berubah-ubah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISEMBER&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat setia dan pemurah.&lt;br /&gt;* Bersifat patriotik.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat aktif dalam permainan dan pergaulan.&lt;br /&gt;* Sikap kurang sabar dan tergesa-gesa.&lt;br /&gt;* Bercita-cita tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka menjadi orang yang berpengaruh dalam organisasi.&lt;br /&gt;* Seronok bila didampingi.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka bercampur dengan orang.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka dipuji, diberi perhatian dan dibelai.&lt;br /&gt;* Sangat jujur, amanah dan bertolak ansur.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak pandai berpura-pura.&lt;br /&gt;* Cepat marah.&lt;br /&gt;* Perangai yang mudah berubah-ubah.&lt;br /&gt;* Tidak ego walaupun harga dirinya sangat tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;* Benci pada kongkongan.&lt;br /&gt;* Suka berlawak.&lt;br /&gt;* Pandai buat lawak dan berfikiran logik .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~tengok siapa diri anda yang sebenar...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-8980408869531784215?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8980408869531784215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8980408869531784215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8980408869531784215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8980408869531784215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/personaliti-diri-kerana-diri-mu-begitu.html' title='Personaliti diri. Kerana diri mu begitu berharga~..haha'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-1402345409131157197</id><published>2008-11-16T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T03:36:25.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thermodynamics.</title><content type='html'>Question: How do you keep food warm when you are in a sad, poorly facilitated residential college? i.e No microwave. Explain your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Put all foodstuff in a plastic bag. Take another plastic bag, relatively bigger than the one containing food and put it all in, make a nice tie and put under blanket. This is called the "Triple Air Insulation Technique'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u8kIHKl/photo/-901Pzw9hk/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.imeem.com/p/-901Pzw9hk.jpg" alt="click to comment" title="click to comment" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagrammatic scheme of Triple Air Insulation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air is a  good insulator then any other phases because the molecules are furthest apart and hence trannsfer of heat is slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to kepp it warm till 10-ish..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or till +1 comes..Hee~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up rather early again, despite the day being a Sunday. Looked at my laptop and read the IMs sent while I was asleep. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ILU2~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major events today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Massive Purification and Cleansing of the Unclean Laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Massive Purification and Cleansing of the Pillow, the Paluk and the Smaller Paluk-Pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lesser Cleansing Ritual of the Floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Upcoming events today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hee...*wide ear-to-ear smile on a  lovestruck face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major Upcoming events in life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Semester III Examinations. on the 29th of this month, and 2,3,4 of next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- KK Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'm putting this blog on Hiatus due to the exams yet. My right brain is still in a hot discussion with my left brain over the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to fry some chips for breakfast this morning but he oil I use was infested with bugs. They were dead already though. But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-__-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I poured it all down the drain and just went for Indomee instead...Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted chips for breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I might go shopping tomorrow.. kan Lee? Kan? Kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Grocery List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A hell lot of onion rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cooking oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Penapis aka Coriander...According to Lee, its called that in English...The one I bought recently got stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;May Karma be accelerated. So be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Laper ehh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img206.imageshack.us/my.php?image=airfm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-1402345409131157197?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1402345409131157197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=1402345409131157197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/1402345409131157197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/1402345409131157197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/thermodynamics.html' title='Thermodynamics.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-5712809458108494697</id><published>2008-11-15T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:16:31.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May I Be Forgiven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;May Karma hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Karma be accelerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Karma be accelerated and instigate justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Karma manifest itself into an invisible force and push down unto you, Fucked up One, a heavy ugly-as-you gargoyle statue and smush you into a pile of freaky mushed trash you deserve to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Karma be accumulated and shower down upon you immeasurable pain and misfortune forty times forty days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Karma possess your racket and break your Minangkabau fingers as you play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Karma hit you straight on your Immensely Dumb-looking Face and ruin your very life for stealing and overly manipulating my once good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Karma be distributed during its wrath unto all those associating with you as you do foul acts, Fucked up One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Karma shower down the same unto you, O Fake Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Karma be accelerated and carry my words with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Be It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-5712809458108494697?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5712809458108494697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=5712809458108494697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5712809458108494697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5712809458108494697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/may-i-be-forgiven.html' title='May I Be Forgiven...'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-5316190541193500887</id><published>2008-11-15T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:22:48.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhuh..Yeah. LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SR7MqlglrbI/AAAAAAAAABs/bN8i7qTSRng/s1600-h/IMG0340A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268873646065429938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SR7MqlglrbI/AAAAAAAAABs/bN8i7qTSRng/s320/IMG0340A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Take a recent picture of yourself or take a picture of yourself right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair...just take a picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Post that picture with no editing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Post these instruction with your picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people to do this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy saya toh. Ahaa...Sapa suka angkat tangan...Bowh..Bah Bah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Umm Foo, Airuuullll, LcK, Chia Chi andd...umm....sapa ah...Syazaaa~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-5316190541193500887?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5316190541193500887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=5316190541193500887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5316190541193500887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5316190541193500887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/uhuhyeah-lol.html' title='Uhuh..Yeah. LOL.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SR7MqlglrbI/AAAAAAAAABs/bN8i7qTSRng/s72-c/IMG0340A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-4801232871628787722</id><published>2008-11-14T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:14:31.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantra-Chanting Curse Planter.</title><content type='html'>5.54 am - *groans* 6 mins more till the alarm rings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.12 am - *Senjakala out loud* The first ting, I mean &lt;strong&gt;thing&lt;/strong&gt;, that came to my mind was...T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nda lagi lama...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the onion rings. So I rolled around a bit, basking in the new day, and then went to the toilet and then straight to the kitchen to heat up the oil, back into my room and blog-hopped while waiting. Hmm...This will be the second post in such a short time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the kitchen and fried the last 7even pieces of my onion rings. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.20 am - *munching up the last bits of breakfast, downing it with yoghurt* I have to say, I've been rather indulgent this past few days and yesterday night, when I was happily begayuting, aside from my grumbling stomach, I felt rather sick-ish. Apa nya urang, mual-mual ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng Jeng Jeng Jennnggggg~~~.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather Teng Teng Teng Tennngggg~~~......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Does that mean I have to shop for the new clothes? *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to FOS around 8.30 am and lepaked with Zatil, Anis and Hiong. And we ate this Fox biscuit while brooding on our fate on the impending Cell Biochem test at 9.00 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas a Flunk Fest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...I feel so ashamed of myself when I handed in my paper...Some of my mojo is still missing. Used to be that person who is failure-phobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there is still time to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a freakin F for my Physics practical notebook. It didnt mean a fail though, just unsatifactory. The gradings are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Yeah, I don't have to elaborate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Good, perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Satisfactory still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: Missing a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise there is no D and E? Heh, K.K Lai is so compassionate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepaked again outside FOS and the others bought food, and I went after the leftovers. Lol. Then it was the library, I stopped by at the foodstalls, of which today was the last day, and bought ABC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoved it in my bag and smuggled it up to the 2nd floor of the library. Muahaha...I think I looked suspicious all the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in the discussion room till around 12.18 pm and went to FOS, and got Hiong her ABC before that. Was supposed to go with Anis to pick up stuff, and Hiong reminded me of our Physics tutorial. Huhu...I thought I'd be free after the test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorial went quite okay...Did you know any two given bodies within this Universe attracts each other? Yeah...It's like I can just stand near a big, white polar bear and both of us will be experiencing an attractive force that'll tend to pull us closer. But the thing is, the net value is soo small, or infinitesimal, that we don't feel it. Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this explains the 'Come Hither' aura some people have though..That works on a different mechanism alltogether...Huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The it was the Birthday Surprise Party thing! We were celbrating the belated and advanced birthdays of Mukee, Qayyum, Dayat, Moon and Ezaty...And instead of the traditional cake, they decided on cupcakes~~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minute multicoloured cute little tasty cupcakes...Huu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;TO....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;DAYAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;MUKEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;                                      QAYYUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;MOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; EZATY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAYY!!!! Hee~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah, Mukee and +! shares the same birth date. So I took the pic of the cupcake with Mukee's number on it and sent it to +1 and wished a belated b'day. Hee~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually edited this post to make the above coloured thing..Forgot to do it in the first place hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mempoklen for a while before beaching at Berakas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jeans are sandy..And so is the floor of my room...Huu...I wanted to take a nice dip at the beach but I didn't brin anything suitable. The waves were rather high though, so it didn't seem much of a good idea anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is so much of a mess...Massive Purification and Cleansing Ceremony pending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, plans for tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take a nice, long shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not eat. Just fluids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Perform pre-cleansing ritual before tomorrow on my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rearrange notes bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yoga: Moon Salutations - 9 rounds (because +1 was born in Sep.) Hee~~...I should do this before showering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make a nice, warm cup of Alitea before my slumber and look forward to tomorrow. Huhu~&lt;br /&gt;You should too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-4801232871628787722?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4801232871628787722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=4801232871628787722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4801232871628787722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4801232871628787722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/mantra-chanter.html' title='Mantra-Chanting Curse Planter.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-6343146952217039174</id><published>2008-11-14T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:37:41.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multifunctioning Hermaphroditic Bisexuals.</title><content type='html'>I learned how snails reproduce from Anis. Hee~ Apparently, they are hermaphrodites, that is, they possess both penis and vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Imagine two snails sort of snuggling up to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Then the snails lash out their penises and deposit the sperm into the other snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sperm goes somewhere inside the snail. Then both snails stop producing sperm and make eggs. Then the eggs develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eggs look like stuffed caviar inside shell. Lol. Umm...*face turns green*...Okay..Eww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The penis (the inner part) is just near the viciity of the vagina, and from Lee's and Anis' drawing, they both look like a pouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Looked this thing up on wiki and found out that there is such a thing as Apple snail. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The shells develop when they are still at the embryonic stage and when hatched, they need immediate supply of calcium, so they eat the egg shells from which they hatch out of necessity. They would even eat other unhatched eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wan finally concludes that snails have a boring life. They live, eat, and have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I ate more than 250gm of onion rings today. Hmm. Is that bad? I have been craving for it these few days. Wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a study group just now, and I was enjoying the walk from hostel to FASS. It was cool, breezy and I needed the calorie burn. I think I like walking. Huu...Especially for no reason at all..Like just walking around and move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made a philosophical claim today, where I claim that one would have reached a realistic state of mind when the effect of the ups and downs in life does not cause lingering pain, such that they are in full acceptance of such occurences are inevitably synonymous with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have also made a theory, independent of any readingsof any sort of literature, of the 'Anak Bungsu Syndrome'. Got the name from Lee though. Hmm..Anyway, its basically the state of craving attention, and is usually displayed by the last child. What do you call anak bungsu in english anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was pondering on past experiences and relationships. I realise in the end, no matter how much I confided (didn't do much of it though), in the end it's me who makes the decision, because it is me who understands the other party much better than my confidants. And from my years of living, the best thing a confidant can give still remains as an advice, or suggestions. Not solutions. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you with me, people? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads to putting effort into making something work. And that means to compromise. Failures in the past, was a result of being ignorant. I was just there, sulking or just stupidly waiting for the other party to make a move and apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that in order to make something work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Giving up is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Persistence is virtue. That means, There shall be no such thing as being tired of always being the one that submits in the end. I simply have to try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To tailor multiple solutions to overcome a problem. And not dwell on the problem, asking oneself stupid questions like "why is this happening?" or any other whys. It should be "what should I do to make this okay." rather than "I don't know what to do anymore." I think I have to thankful to a particular person, whom have been so close to me in the past, for helping me to attain the state of mind I am in now. A frame of mind always in acceptance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you. The *I-used-to-think-of-you-as-my-The-One* semi-angel on a crimson ride...So thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Find a way to also let the other party practice the divine act of Comprimising. But first both must achieve perfect or a significantly high level of understanding of the main source of the problem, preferably by a straightdorward communication, or by any other means that would be well-suited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To not be ignorant of how little things could make such a big impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my Blogger's Block is gone...Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously feel relieved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are the fruits of thinking too much. It makes you think even more. Haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a planet in my zodiac is retrograding or something because I have been re-analysing and re-concluding by means of re-evaluating most of my past experiences, from my life as a component of a family, as an employee, a student, a (plus one) to another person, and some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to begayut on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was --&gt; Begayut on the phone ----&gt; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What actually happened was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begayut ---&gt; Felt really hungry ----&gt; Mixed Alitea (teh tarik + Tongkat Ali) with hot chocolate and ate multiple spoonfuls of Batang Buruk powder ----&gt; Blogged, and celebrates end of Blogger Block ----&gt; Will attempt to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is no more entry from this point on, then Wan has succeeded in instigating the last step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point starts as shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&gt; . &lt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn...I just can't do it. I just couldn't resist to blog-hop. Huhu..Then I went to the toilet to pee. The first cubicle smelled like morning saliva rather than urine..Hmm...I think someone gave someone a blowjob in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I can now deduce my mind is in a hyperactice state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet back to my room any cursed this stupid pimple on my cheek, then I looked at my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of which is now long and smooth and down. Just the way I want it. Well, almost, I want it longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my hair obeys The Equation of Rebellious Acts, of which is, after substitution of variables to fit situation referred to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  Easy management of hair = 1/Length of hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I need to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I know I have the will to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Om...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-6343146952217039174?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6343146952217039174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=6343146952217039174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6343146952217039174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6343146952217039174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/multifunctioning-hermaphroditic.html' title='Multifunctioning Hermaphroditic Bisexuals.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-4447221829272748192</id><published>2008-11-08T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T05:05:10.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itchy Palms.</title><content type='html'>Huh..Woke up rather early...8.03 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I would be bored if I stayed at the hostel for the whole day so I texted up Lee and asked what time will they be going to the Beach Carnival and I want to tag along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.37 - I have around 30 mins to get ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished *she* was here...So I could go &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heeleeeeennn!! I'm famished!! Make me Indomee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols...Yeah yeah, inside joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Genetics test yesterday, then I went back to hostel to become a bini mithali and cook. Haha Wan...And daymn, I'm enjoying this role...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Wow!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My thigh is itchy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.43 am - I think I'll just have instant teh tarik for breakfast...I really should be showering now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*boils water while missing ***** Ahaa...* &lt;em&gt;Peberet nya tia lagi nie Alitea ani...Haish...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.47 am - My water is boiled!! Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*enjoys his Alitea*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.49 am - Okay, I need to shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.33 am - Fuh, I'm done. Now I shall wait for Lee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.41 pm - Ok, it turned out that Lee needs to babysit so we didn't go to Muara Beach early as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up from a power nap...Uhuu...It also turned out I *need* to be there, because my Yoga club is short of people for a Yoga demo. The charity was cancelled because the instructor we invited couldn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks again at bloated self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; wearing that thermal belt to hide this stupid saturn tummy in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Indomee for my second round of breakfast...Reminded me of...Hmm...T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa..Majal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ohh...Mina is IMing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................*pruuutt*..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,....................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owk, Mina is picking me up in 30 mins...Ngaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasten, Wan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.54 pm- Wooh, just got back from Muara. Thanx Lee for sending me back from whence I came. Bowh. Lols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall shower first before I continue on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*showers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.12 pm - Haa..I feel freshh..Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out at this Ceri Cafe in Muara right after the beach thing. Fuh~...Wan became the instructor for the Yoga session...Yay Wan...Ahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to hand in my Physics assignment and my lab report tomorrow...Huu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx Hiong for the reminder~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to go to work then..Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-4447221829272748192?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4447221829272748192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=4447221829272748192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4447221829272748192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4447221829272748192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/itchy-palms.html' title='Itchy Palms.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-4383956581586587019</id><published>2008-11-06T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:08:03.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond the Horizon</title><content type='html'>Okay, I just need that Organics test paper back then I would know if my mojo is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I scored good...Relative to the time I spent on studying for the test. It wouldn't be an A, no doubts on that...I just need the mark to analyse my state of mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I have procrastinating, ever so terribly...Was in my mini Yoga session when I realised the source of this evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daymn, my code of princples are again tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabar Ina, baik tah sudah 10 tu, abang mu ani dari Ari Raya nada apa-apa nie beb...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along I was thingking of my siblings and the financial status of my family...At the back of my head, I was pondering on them, maybe non-stop, I'm not so sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think the achievements I have so far would be good enough for me to stop now and help out the business. I know continuing on would be far more beneficial for both the family and me, but the fact that they need help now is just so tempting. To just stop now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happy-go-luckyness facade is wearing off...My source of stability and security is tested yet again, and without realising it I'm losing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Way of Stress-Banishing through Proper Deduction of Situation And Maintaining the Sanctity of Clarity of Mind is shaken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I just named that...Though I have been holding to it ever since form 5, That was when the 'Ping-Peaw within the Bloodline incident' occured...It was an automatic response to maintain stability of the house. It took me 5 months of wallowing in depression though before I reached that state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst those within the Way are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To establish the True Priority, caring not what is outside the System that would not be able to affect the System effectively. This narrows down what or who to focus on in achieving the True Priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To practice perfect belief in 'prolonged stress in unnecessary'. Such that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The state of mind rules absolutely. Mental pain is not hurtful, as long as the mind thinks it can handle, achieved by virtue of perfectly believing that wallowing in stress clouds the mind, pulling oneself into dwelling in a problem, and to avoid stereotypes as it leads to a stagnant and narrow mind. Stress should be used instead as a guide to the source of the problem, as a driving force to reach a solution. This allows one to practice the ability of disallowing obstacles to impede the clarity of mind by analysing the state of mind, and deduce a proper solution and hold on to it until teh True Priority is achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"You practice what you believe, right?" Mr. Nyiau (Physics Tutor Form 6) &lt;em&gt;et al&lt;/em&gt;.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall call this 'Attainment of the Diamond Mind'. Muahaha...Further benefits would include a positive-minded self and decreased blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga-ing further on made me realise I have far deviated from my Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get your mojo back Wan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-4383956581586587019?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4383956581586587019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=4383956581586587019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4383956581586587019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4383956581586587019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/beyond-horizon.html' title='Beyond the Horizon'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-2031394349196892477</id><published>2008-11-04T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:07:13.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paning Me Baby~</title><content type='html'>Eee....I hate headaches...It's like this silent, pressurising, resonating 'wong wong~' thing in my head that goes 'wong wong' silently and it sort of puts an on and off pressure at the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How is that possible?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, I guess headaches are meant to be that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just don't know how to explain headaches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm not in Biomed so that's normal. And according to my Genetics lecturer, I'm leading a miserable life just because I want to focus on the field of medicine, and I've taken the wrong course, Biotechnology, of which I should have taken Biomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't I still go into medicine wth Biotech? I thought it was a broad thing, applicable to even many more things...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, if the lecturer, They Who Are Logically More Experienced with Life, says I'm miserable, then I may just be. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was asking people around the table during tutorial about what we want to be...Turned out many more people were in the same miserable, shabby boat I was in. Haha...Because the things we are taking up now in Uni aren't exactly close to whatever that we want to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, the courses you need to consider are the ones that have a future i.e. you are sure you'd get a decent job with it. It'll just be a bonus if these courses turn out to be what you so desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...I still remember what those nice ladies from Ripas said..hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh..I actually stopped typing this halfway...I've just got back from my study group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test on Thermodynamics tomorrow...Ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be coming in unprepared..Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daymn eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is going to be another big day..Heheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe tagging along with the other peeps for retail therapy on Friday...And swimming on Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangantah ingau...Inda lamas tu..Diri ani ada kali ah...Ahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;shye&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanyway...Organic Chem test on Thurs...I should b able to cope with that...Hopefully...huu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll have to go for a Yoga session tomorrow for practice on our The Mall demo...Gawd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flabby self exposed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om....Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm tired....bubye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-2031394349196892477?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2031394349196892477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=2031394349196892477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2031394349196892477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2031394349196892477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/paning-me-baby.html' title='Paning Me Baby~'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-412639409002139539</id><published>2008-11-01T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:17:34.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Namo Sarva Mahasattva. Svaha.</title><content type='html'>ZOMG Wan! You have left this blog for so loonnggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Just bought this $20 Wave card...Which would last for about a month...Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my life so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*makes an ear to ear, goofy,lovestruck smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't got my car back..I miss my Swift-babe....T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is coming up and I'm not so sure if I'm coping up so well...This is horrible...This is seriously my last chance to get my grade up if I want to fly ot Canada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Mall and shopped for deodorant and detergent. And I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at bloated tummy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a freaking man-sloth creature-thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for and update...Haa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Mok Rham and Koo Yham, the we-will-save-you-from-boredom knights of the night...Lols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Spent quite a lot of thinking in my alone time...Ever since the incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story unfinished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The* Incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the way on how I treat my heart, the way I look at life and chance...It made an impact so devastating at first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah well...Since it was you...It isn't really much of a surprise how strong the impact could be...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lingers, not matter how much I try. I'm keeping it hidden inside rather than letting it go, when it surfaces I still break down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My principles, my limits..All shaken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because it's you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all actually one long nightmare...The one that starts out all nice and sweet, and then a jackhammer smashes you down in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if it's just a nightmare, a dream, then all I have to do is wake up, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then *you* came...Nudging me gently, calling for me...Till one of my eyes open up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still tired from the long sleep, scared from the long nightmare...The lngering fear...It's just so safe to be in this bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But *you* are still here...All bleached and blond...The shine of silver across your features...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all your compassion, affection and warmth...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly waking up, it'll be soon when I fully realise reality again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you bathe me with practicality and sense...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So very soon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thank you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Pierced Virgo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-412639409002139539?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/412639409002139539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=412639409002139539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/412639409002139539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/412639409002139539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/11/namo-sarva-mahasattva-svaha.html' title='Namo Sarva Mahasattva. Svaha.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3661305662983334155</id><published>2008-09-27T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:07:56.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering on precepts.</title><content type='html'>27th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to save money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get into an accident...Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm still alive, financially speaking, up to this date...and counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not anticipating on going on a shopping spree when I get back home tomorrow though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be beneficial to my economic side, but it has gotten the best out of my spirit, so I am deprived of the Hari Raya mood...Daymn...Amongst other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I will allow myself to wallow in the filth of depression all the way, I plan to summon up all that I have on the first Raya and celebrate it, living in the assumption of all is well in my life, for just that one day and bask in the light of victory and overwhelming joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. All hail Wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just like the feeling and keep it up the whole way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I beseech Thee, O God...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of My car...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............zZz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Wan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mmh.....zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...Wan.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Ugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*opens one eye...*...Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A glorious light of silver shone through my eyelids*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay...It's just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Uh?..Babe?...Dat you?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey..Finally, you prick...Heheh...C'mon get ur ass off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, it's you!...And you look...okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, yeah...Well, in reality I'm not though...I feel naked...Lols...They took off my bumper, back *and* front! Not a good feeling...And I still feel sticky with the sand and mud and dirt on...I think I still have ur blood stain..Ewww...Even though it's from you..Still...Ewwwwww.....Haha..U okay from the cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Overwhelmed* Oh Swift-babe, I miss you! Well, kinda...It has healed...I'm still in depression though...And I miss cruising around with you~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just hope we meet soon...I miss you too, ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I thought you'd be angry...And jam your brakes and send my head flying off the car when you have the chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well~...I *did* think of something similar...Huhu...But..Naahh~~..Heheh...Felt good to see you after three weeks of being alone in Kilanas...I knew you care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhh~~...You *are* mine...technically...It's a moral obligation..heheh..I think Dad is arranging ur insurance so all should be fine by now..Hopefully...I just need to find where I can get money if the need to pay an excess ever comes..Of which I feel is inevitable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find a way...You love me..Hee...Well..Gotta go...was thinkin of you so I decided to pay a visit...It's not like I won't see you again, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww...Your sweet...I still feel guilty not taking care of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, ehee...see you soon Wan...And sorry this had to be short...We'll spend more time in the future, rest assured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wakes up from an imaginary situation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...My brain is screwed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungkai moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Excapade. [Zaty, Friend of Zaty, Anis, Me] Huu, I ate $25 worth of food, so did Anis. Weird thing was, Zaty and friend ate and paid $25 too, for them both...Blergh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Misato. [Mousse, Rooney, Me] Imagine this: Three people, and a standard Misato 4-person table, with just less than 10% of space left on the table by the time it started to Baduk. And bottomless bandung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mutiah Rest. [D&amp;amp;Ds + Friends] Table kami ali-aliiii~~~...T_T....And that *Thing* was an eyesore...Muahaha...Thou art of pure evil, Wan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gripps [Rune, Muse, Me] Chicken Shish-kebab with Spicy BBQ sauce and Chicken Tamamimi-watever Udon + Teh C Special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Empire [Ronie's Fam, Mose, Me] Rooneeyy~~...I still owe you...Huhuu....I shall pay you on monthly installments of 3 kupangs x 60 months free of any involvement of any banks and any occult group. But since this is illogical so it's not feasible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Capers. Thiswas today. [Anis, Lee, Hiong, Moose, Shahlooney, Your Great Bodhisattva-wannabe, Syaz, Muiz, Zul, *counts names to see if he's left any1*, yeap...] - Ma sakit ang ulo ku manung go piza penceta tuh. Ahaa...Hiong said {'He practically lives on olive oil!" or something close, but still the meaning didn't change} they have this teacher, or someone else, who practically lives on olive oil and maintains a healthy life. So you could imagine this guy living in a pool of the oil at home, drink it, make it the medium of life, swim in it all day and have some bottled up as lotion under the table in the staffroom. Nice...It'slike a fountain of youth...if you don't mind the oily feeling. Thanx Hiong for the tip. You *did* mean it dis way rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Qlap Mall after that...&lt;br /&gt;-went to this DVD shop...Saw some cool horror dvds...Didn't buy them though, I just like reading the synopsis...Same thing happens when I shop for toilettries (is this spelled rite?)...I'd spend my time readin the benefits and the labels on the various products..Huhuhu...Is this some kind of complex voyeurism syndrome thing?&lt;br /&gt;-then ada dis very annoying MC (to me) at that mall doing some sort of a lucky draw.&lt;br /&gt;-went bak to hostel.&lt;br /&gt;-blogging sampai kan mati. Bloghopped as well, Lisyah's blog is so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yellooww~~...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali kali kan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeng jeng jeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe twas fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secret unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was prepared, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disperse Thy Evil...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retribution. Malice. Release of perdition, the wrath. Acts of vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil is not good Wan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well~..You need to make sure first. If it really is as is, whatever that shit means, then you would have a reason. *Then* it'll be called Retribution, free of Evil, a force of nature...A law of the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice thinking. I like toh. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;?! You're but-ing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just too normal...Predictable....Maybe I should just let it go. And re-interpret those signs. Hate is not good. Revenge is sweet, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;you changed. Shit. Booriinggg...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I haven't decided on anything yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicckkeennn...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should realise you're going insane too, cos you are talking to yourself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell! Stop it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should and think while I'm at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The next day, which is now, 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up rather early...6.15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panyaped the barangs. Blogged. Mandied. Off me go to Seria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a one week holiday, so this blog mayy be subject to hiatus, depending on my luck hunting for Wifis at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Peeps...In advance...Not that I'm shooing off Ramadhan so I can enjoy myself for Raya..Lika many Bruneians. Counting it down, playing Raya songs on the first Ramadhan week...Seriously, this Raya thing is to celebrate victory over the whatnots and people are too busy pre=celebrating it and forgetting the real thing. It's cliche but still...Think Man...Especially the countdowns...Daymn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this song...Its just too inappropriate at this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berlalulah sudaahh~~ Ramadhan. Sebulan berpuasaaa~~....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit lah ko. Alum lagi abis ni bui, udah tia kan mengalau. Shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verily, you are fasting Wan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banar kali ah! Like, what in the seven levels of hell man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah inda apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Retribution.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so orthodox, and I'm not sure if that's the right word. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Yous in the next post. And Happy Holidays to us proud UBDeans. Mudahan jua bini2 exMD atu yg memburuki UBD atu slamat dunia akhirat. Asak tah kau nah. pa kah abarnya. Menggilat lantai Harrod's d UK kali ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adang tah ko ke jiwa ani eh! Mandi tah wah! Nda jua bebali ni karang brg d rumah atu mun kau akhir balik! Shyt eh. You prick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-3661305662983334155?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3661305662983334155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=3661305662983334155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3661305662983334155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3661305662983334155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/09/pondering-on-precepts.html' title='Pondering on precepts.'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8079492469480409883</id><published>2008-09-25T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:53:21.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prisoner of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;It's been...4 months++ and I'm still addicted to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;Prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;Just a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heiki na kao de uso wo tsuite&lt;br /&gt;waratte iyake ga sashite&lt;br /&gt;raku bakari shiyou to shite ita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naimononedari buru-su&lt;br /&gt;mina yasuragi wo motomete iru&lt;br /&gt;michitariteru noni ubaiau&lt;br /&gt;ai no kage wo otte iru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taikutsu na mainichi ga kyuu ni kagayakidashita&lt;br /&gt;anata ga arawareta ano hi kara&lt;br /&gt;kodoku demo tsurakutemo heiki da to omoeta&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;Just a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;Prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;Prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;I’m a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yameru toki mo sukoyaka naru toki mo&lt;br /&gt;arashi no hi mo hare no hi mo tomo ni ayumou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;hitoshirezu tsurai michi wo erabu&lt;br /&gt;watashi wo ouen shite kureru&lt;br /&gt;anata dake wo tomo to yobu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsuyogari ya yokubari ga muimi ni narimashita&lt;br /&gt;anata ni ai sareta ano hi kara&lt;br /&gt;jiyuu demo yoyuu demo hitori ja munashii wa&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;Just a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mou sukoshi da yo&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you give up&lt;br /&gt;Oh misutenai zettai ni&lt;br /&gt;zankoku na genjitsu ga futari wo hikisakeba&lt;br /&gt;yori issou tsuyoku hikareau&lt;br /&gt;ikura demo ikura demo ganbareru ki ga shita&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;Just a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arifureta nichijou ga kyuu ni kagayakidashita&lt;br /&gt;kokoro wo ubawareta ano hi kara&lt;br /&gt;kodoku demo tsurakutemo heiki da to omoeta&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;Just a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;Prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;Prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;I’m a prisoner of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me, stay with me&lt;br /&gt;My baby, say you love me&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me,&lt;br /&gt;stay with me&lt;br /&gt;hitori ni sasenai&lt;br /&gt;————————————————————-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a prisoner of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prisoner of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a prisoner of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m just a prisoner of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A prisoner of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With an indifferent face you tell a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughing until you feel sick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Let’s have nothing but fun” you said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling blue over desiring the impossible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone is seeking tranquility&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re struggling, but you’ve had enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you’re chasing after a shadow of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since the day you appeared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dull “everyday”s have begun to shine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I‘m able to think, “Feeling loneliness, being in pain - that’s not so bad”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m just a prisoner of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a prisoner of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through painful times and healthy times,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stormy days and sunny days,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let’s walk on together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m gonna tell you the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I chose an unforeseeable painful path&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you came to support me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re the only one I can call a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fake displays of strength and avarice have become meaningless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve been in love with you since that day&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I’m free, with time to spare, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there’s no life in being alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m just a prisoner of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a prisoner of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh… Just a little more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t you give up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh don’t ever abandon me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the cruelty of reality tries to tear us apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll be drawn more closely to one another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow, somehow, I have a feeling we’ll be able to stand firm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m just a prisoner of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a prisoner of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every day banalities quickly begin to shine brilliantly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stole my heart that day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loneliness and pain, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought I could deal with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m just a prisoner of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a prisoner of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay with me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My baby, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say you love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay with me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t leave me alone again&lt;/strong&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/7473124692353102296-8079492469480409883?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8079492469480409883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8079492469480409883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8079492469480409883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8079492469480409883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/09/prisoner-of-love.html' title='Prisoner of Love'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3241290264401685997</id><published>2008-09-25T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:46:56.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So take your time ayte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It came true...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That nagging, abyssal feeling looming over my existence...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those readings, those predictions...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This intuitive feeling...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It came true...Showed it's true face and bashed the reality out of my skull...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It always beckoned to surface...And finally it came true...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still here...I was ready but not all too good...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But know this...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That oath I have taken, I shall stand true to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This truth...It gnaws me, slashes deep at my chest and gnaws off my heart...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I shall perservere...Through this pain...Even if it wrecks the very foundation of my mentality and shatters my soul...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All broken, shattered...A heart so limp, too shocked to understand this...Going back to that place of isolation...Getting those shields back up...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the hope of this being momentary burns intense still...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I shall wait...As you reveal to me a new truth...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I shall wait...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because all these times, it felt right...and I constantly reassure myself this is it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The very thing I need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want in one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I need, everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So take your time...Ayte?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be here...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-3241290264401685997?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3241290264401685997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=3241290264401685997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have unscrewed what I have screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-5033243643289096896?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5033243643289096896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=5033243643289096896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5033243643289096896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5033243643289096896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-2916563841711609711</id><published>2008-09-14T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T07:55:35.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>I have screwed up my blog even more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't see this upgrade your template button anywhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-7741533105233500796</id><published>2008-09-03T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:00:42.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Karma Man~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Time: 10.30pm, 1/9/08, First day Puasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Tungku Link, near DST-sortofUBD junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol Level: Negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma-o-meter: Presumably infinitely negative at the time of Occurence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occurence classification: Accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occurence Overview: Suzuki Swift 1.3, KL 2410, currently owned by Ak. Shahizwan Shahril, has swerved away from main highway and mercilessly crashed into DST fence at roadside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, or me, suffered no serious physical injury except for a cut on the right arm but is currently going through a mild trauma. Stress and depression ensues due to impending problems, especially financial-related ones, and crippled parental guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uruskan tia uleh mu sendiri." Says Anonymous...And I quote. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics below. *Note* Pics were taken in poor quality because victim, or the "Mangsa", did not own a DSLR or any equivalent and photographer of incident was Mus. *Author is implying directly that Mus is not a good photographer, or he has poor camera.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u8kIHKl/photo/bY7HpUmZ6j/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img title="click to comment" alt="click to comment" src="http://media.imeem.com/p/bY7HpUmZ6j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u8kIHKl/photo/O9n_VpMZHA/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img title="click to comment" alt="click to comment" src="http://media.imeem.com/p/O9n_VpMZHA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u8kIHKl/photo/bZiR_pfG40/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img title="click to comment" alt="click to comment" src="http://media.imeem.com/p/bZiR_pfG40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u8kIHKl/photo/uJWLRi3eOX/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img title="click to comment" alt="click to comment" src="http://media.imeem.com/p/uJWLRi3eOX.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u8kIHKl/photo/ryHHwX6fse/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img title="click to comment" alt="click to comment" src="http://media.imeem.com/p/ryHHwX6fse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an instrument tu further reinforce undestanding on the accident. Lols Wan &lt;---Drain Bamaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seemed to have lost control of the steering wheel,or brakes, or whatever it was and it made me skid off the highway and went crashing in straight into DST's compound fence (fine is imminent). Ugh..I remember getting wide-eyed, as I frantically turned the wheel to gain control of the car but to no avail.Lols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two cars stopped by to my aid, or maybe out of curiosity itself, or both, i don't know...A highway patrol came by short after (thankfully, because I was lost in the whole thing at that time)...The driver patrol person told me to call 993 and said someone would come over and said they have to leave because they have duties. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger patrol person said: "Ok ko wang? Nda ko apa-apa? Nada luka apa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan : " Ah? Oh, nada. Kebeliangan saja ku ah. Eh, amti eh, tekajut ku eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPP : "Atu ara tangan mu atu apa?" *points at bleeding cut on right arm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan, now officially injured : "Eh, awu ah.Luka ku rupanya. Inda ku sadar." *Shyt eh, pikir clean tah eksiden ku ani, luka tia. Spoil rekod...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mr. Anonymous, which was useless. Made me wish my head flew off the windshield in the accident. Biar ia makin paning mikir pasal duit aku betahlil. Sasak ku banar tah nyamu desu. The person who you should both logically and by biological relations turn too turned me down at the time of need. Shyt mother krumping fudger tah nah ko nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ale, sorry geng ngacau huhu. Good thing I sent you back already. In You, I turn to. Lols. Thanx man...Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mus. All Hail! To Thou, The Most Generous Benefactor! And your brother too...For He, and your brother (who is a very scary driver) has guided me as I walk throught the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to call Mom, because she'd be damn worried and hellbent on racing down to UBD to come and pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.4~pm: This Chinese guy stopped by and came down as I waited, all alone, for the 993 ppl to come. Turned out he's an insurance guy, from TAIB.Coincidentally with my car insurance as well. He called for towing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.5~pm: Police ppl came, asked a few Qs and recorded damages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car was towed to Kilanas. Went there, within the grace of my Benefactor, and brother, to workshop in Kilanas to take my things and zoomed to Police Dpt, BSB for my statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....yang berdaftar KL 2410, Suzuki Toyota Swift...." excerpt from report, of which you had to write yourself. Try guessing what's off here....Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mus helped me with my things up to my hostel and I think I just dozed off after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall feeling nothing, and yet feeling all the impending burden to come on my shoulders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message on my phone woke me up. My sister messaged, seems the news reached them already. Mom called afetr that and said she'd be pickin me up. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail Mom. The Gracious Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the car otw back when Mom asked when I had the accident.I said 10.30pm. Exactly the same time she suddenly woke up from a seemingly restless sleep. And my step-dad was restless the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niicee...We're telepathic. Cool Man~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step-dad ku plg wah trasa ani. Macam mana kan tu? Ah?Ah? Dihatimu~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all I wanted to do was to lie down in my own room and sleep the day off till sungkai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like all the things to come surrounded me hovering around my space sucking my freakin life out...Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't have the strength to do anything else that day...So in Trauma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am blogging in my room, third day from accident...huhu...My MC is for two days...I might need to go e few places today for the insurance thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go back home again today...Fuh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that.I've omitted a few things because I'm tired of typing. Muahaaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-7741533105233500796?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7741533105233500796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=7741533105233500796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/7741533105233500796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/7741533105233500796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-karma-man.html' title='Bad Karma Man~'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-2649074405574111533</id><published>2008-09-03T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:33:24.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What I've Got! Hee..</title><content type='html'>Source: Will remain in anonymity. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila kali...Sweet toh..Knowing the person..Lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm quite surprised as to how it's still intense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;be it lunching out or just a date, or merely going out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'd be outside in the car waiting for you, my heart racing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;As if its a first time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;You never fail to look so perfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;your smile a flawless work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Just simply perfect, complete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sometimes you'd sport a goofy smile on your face, I can't resist to smile myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Everytime you speak,  I allow myself to be carried away with your voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'd take hold of your hand every chance I get, because I know when I send you back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'd be missing your wamrth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;That gleam in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;the state of comfort you are in when you're sleeping,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The way you walk, your perfume...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It's like a continuous slideshow in front of my mind's eye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Every time the memory of our time together pass, it makes me miss you even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sometimes it hurts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And I wonder if you feel the same too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'd listen to the songs you listen, because they remind me of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I would hope each night before I sleep you will be beside me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;wishing every time I wake up in the middle of the night, I'd have you to cuddle up to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;every morning wishing I'd be seeing your face before I see the sun and start my day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sometimes it's so much of a rush, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;that's when I know I'm in love with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;falling in so deep I don't even want to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sounds so corny but the hell I care...Giving you a big Me to You teddy bear won't say all of this for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Or going out to some fancy restaurant, and all of these  wouldn't be written on the menu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Whatever I felt those few days we met, they are still here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Those memories chiseled in my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I love you, seriously...Really do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Hee..'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3574750728361476125</id><published>2008-08-21T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T06:31:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spearfish Masak Kicap</title><content type='html'>I actually typed this yesterday afternoon, only got the chance to post it now...So my post for today will be after yesterday's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Thye's Foodcourt&lt;br /&gt;Time: 11.40pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh…Hiatus break at last…Hye peeps~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from my Yoga club meeting back at UBD, and now I’m in the comfort of my minute hostellic sanctum…Lols…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite a chat with the other committees that lasted for about an hour. We were recruiting new members for this 2008/2009 academic session, and a short briefing for the newbies and committee meeting after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I had been quite ‘dormant’ being the Public Relations person for the club so far, and felt rather guilty initially…Huhu…I took the chance to know them a bit better and get along during our conversation and found out I’m not the only Yoga fanatic…Yay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when I refer to myself as being fanatic, I mean theoretically fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big task for now is to make the schedule and info poster and post them up all over UBD, as reference to our members for the classes to come. Saw a lot of my juniors signing up, and a guy stuck in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the only guys around at that time. I deduce the general impression of men around campus is that Yoga is feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to squat deeply and rest your legs at the back of your elbow and lift your body up, ending up with just your palms on the ground for feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called the Crow btw…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a RESCO meeting later on at 7.30, the first for this semester…Yay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 weeks ++ since the start of the semester and I have just started to settle in. Guess what, I actually have a pencil bag and a calculator for this semester~. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a few assignments already at hand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 month UBD holiday – Has not been very productive, except for going back to OGDC part-timing and I managed to chang my tyres…Yay Wan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBD Orientation – Food guardians for a week, two-timing with being a Residential College General Information Person at our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residential College Orientation – It’s awfully weird, but I have never enjoyed being insanely tired. Twas quite a success, and our juniors enjoyed it. So it’s good all in all. And it all took place during the first week of the semester, each night for the whole seven days, which led to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st week of semester –&lt;br /&gt;Average sleeping period: 4 hours&lt;br /&gt;· Breakfast: Mineral water and a tablet of multivitamins.&lt;br /&gt;· Nasi katoking for dinner (or supper, or breakfast, whichever is fitting cos we usually go around 12.00am) at Thye’s, Gadong, for four days straight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh~…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd week of semester –&lt;br /&gt;Still digesting in the new 2nd Year feeling. My Course Registration Slip fell down the big, abyssal drain behind my faculty, along with my timetable. Had to pay $2 for a new slip…Timetable loss led to a major screw up of my classes, and thus resulted in missing a few lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired now, so I'll continue on soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late today, no morning lectures...Till 3pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I woke up around 9 sumthin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing productive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my shower aorund noon and saw a message on my phone after I got back to my room. It was from Hiong, all alone in FOS. Muahahaha...So I bebajued and went down to the canteen and bought a buttermilk bun and a can of soya bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop -&gt; Physics tutorial room in FOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate my food, then Lee phoned Hiong, or vice versa, saying they were at the cafeteria. And so we went there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Libraray after that, because Mus and the others had to go for class and Lee n Hiong to the computer literacy thing course. So i spent almost an hour enjoying solitude reading this thick small book on medicinal herbs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of Belladonna? This thing can actually make you high...And there is this herb that can make you sexually high as well...I think its the Belladonna itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also this book on minerals of the world...I just knew that Quicksilver is actually Mercury...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to go to Physics class after that. I managed to not fall asleep...Yay Wan. Then it was Chemistry lecture, of which I was infinitely oblivious to. So I was in astate of confusion when my mates were going to he Chem room...Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Get a freakin copy of the timetable, you prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee brought this chicken salami sandwich to campus, and I ate a piece...Which inspired me to make sandwiches for my packed lunch..Its a part of my budgeting plan; less expenditure...(is this the ryt word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of budgeting, I am afficially freakin broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my laptop's freakin battery is getting freakin low...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh~...Feels a bit free-er bloggin back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh...We College Residents are havimg our cleaning campaign tomorrow...Wohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastically, of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..I'll update again soon...Hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to post this before my laptop dies out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubye Yous....&lt;div 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A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3787608980104087400</id><published>2008-07-26T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:08:12.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some sort of an announcement</title><content type='html'>This blog is subject to hiatus for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have the devil for a brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my pics in my other phone are gone...And I blame him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-3787608980104087400?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3787608980104087400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=3787608980104087400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3787608980104087400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3787608980104087400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-sort-of-announcement.html' title='Some sort of an announcement'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-5094488572683197515</id><published>2008-07-16T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:49:08.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gesundheit</title><content type='html'>Ngaaaaaaaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not finished editing the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-5094488572683197515?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-6704479421912802733</id><published>2008-07-10T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:35:26.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLs</title><content type='html'>Customer      :  If I post this letter tonight, will it get to Delhi in two days time?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Post Master  :  Yes sir, it definitely will.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer      :  I bet you, it won't.     Post Master   :  Why not?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer      :  It's addressed to Mumbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-6704479421912802733?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6704479421912802733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=6704479421912802733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6704479421912802733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6704479421912802733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/07/lols.html' title='LOLs'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-912048236959749435</id><published>2008-07-10T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:30:22.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayam Masak Daging</title><content type='html'>09/07/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know…It’s been quite some time…Serious case of Aymaprokrastinatore Syndrome….Huhu…This is just a prelude though…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is less than three weeks till I get back to Uni…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much so far…Just getting ready for a few upcoming activities and events, currently focusing on the Little Entomologist, of which will include a bit on Taxidermy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying insects, identifying the different common species…And learning on how to preserve them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Albert, they should be soaked in at least 70% alcohol for some time (forgot how long, need to check this back…) and dry them in the oven for about 24 hours…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s for the hard-bodied insects, like beetles and ladybugs…Not quite suitable for dragonflies and caterpillars, lest your mind is a bit off from the leeway and decides to do Kitchen Science: Baking Your Common Pests! sort of thing, then go ahead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the Tech Challenge. This thing is sort of a mini-engineering task where you are given a situation and materials, and build something out of the provided latter. Secondary schools all over would be participating….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh~…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call a few days ago from the Student’s Welfare back at Uni, informing me that there will be a seminar in ICC (International Convention Centre, right?) from this 24th to 28th and apparently my name is on the list…Hmm…Seems like I’d be in the hostel quite sooner than I planned…Oh well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to finish up a few things at work so I wouldn’t be burdened by any bad karmic bondage later on by leaving abruptly…Huhu….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh…I had sudden realizations on a few things during my ‘Pondering Moments’…Lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         My English is degrading, especially in writing…I feel like my vocabulary store is diminishing…Noticed this when I became conscious on how simpler the sentences I made…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-         The subsistence allowance from Uni is given on a monthly basis, and is usually out at the end of the first week of a month…So this is what I have been doing the past few months, which led to serious bankruptcy towards the end of the month…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The total allowance they give is $300, so I’ll just take this value for my explanation ignoring all other expenses I pay for. In a month, there’s around 30 days, so in order to survive financially till the next month, is to allow myself to spend $10 per day, of course being flexible sometimes, and try to balance myself out, meaning to say if I use more today, I’ll use less tomorrow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve already stated that it comes out normally at the need of the first week, say the 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is this information that I miraculously overlooked all this while…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the budgeting plans and surveys I have made for myself, that $300 is enough to sustain me for 30 days, but all this while I have been depending on an amount far lesser for 30 days, grasping onto the fact that it’ll come out exactly at the end of the month…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I allow myself to spend very the muchly the first and second day I receive the allowance (I’m sort of carrying forward the money)…Since it comes out on the 7th and there would only be around 23 days to the next allowance…When there is actually 30…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You jive? Lol…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have miscalculated….Ugh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to shop for my hostel necessities…And stationery for the next semester…I could still recall a moment during revision week (final month of last semester) when I was erasing something I wrote and it felt like that was the first time I used an during the whole semester so far…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I allowed myself to be deprived of stationeries…Hmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm: Was at Iskandar’s house for a tour I have been anticipating for quite some time…Not to a great extent though…Haha…Just kiddin Is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words: Minimalistic, white, and verycoolpillars. Seriously, I have fallen for the pillars at your house…Lols…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were off to a meeting with the Youth and Sports people for the impending Xtreme Skateboards Competition…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of meeting: Yummy Roti Johns….Huu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home and died instantly when I came in contact with my pillow…&lt;br /&gt;10/07/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and felt like a zombie, decided I need to reboot and slept back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Nisa, my colleague, called and asked if could pick her up on the way to work…Dragged myself out of my comfy sleeping zone with half a brain still dead asleep…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Went to work and I still feel like a sloth zombie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.15pm: Seriously, my whole existence is celebrating the glorifications of ‘Sloth Zombie Day’….Made myself a semi-hot drink of a tablespoon of Nescafe and ever so generous multiple scoopfuls of Milo, and it didn’t help….Gawd…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Nisa and Pijah just now. I wanted to go to Guardian a buy a few stuff and Pijah wants to survey some car…So I went to Guardian after the survey and bught shampoo an toothpaste and was looking around and saw this Xpertise Tummy slimming thing…$27.XX…Forgot the price, its in the car….Heheh…Yeah I bought the thing, without a second thought…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-912048236959749435?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/912048236959749435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=912048236959749435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/912048236959749435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/912048236959749435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/07/ayam-masak-daging.html' title='Ayam Masak Daging'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-6980930670786177592</id><published>2008-07-07T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:32:06.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhh...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the hiatus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update in the near future...Still editin the pics...heheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-6980930670786177592?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6980930670786177592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=6980930670786177592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6980930670786177592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6980930670786177592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/07/uhh.html' title='Uhh...'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8312549205500383708</id><published>2008-06-24T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:28:48.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousand Armed Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYGp8HqFsBI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYGp8HqFsBI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a performance by 21 Chinese deaf dancers I go from Youtube...There's a nother video where they performed in the Beijing Paralympics too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-8312549205500383708?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8312549205500383708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8312549205500383708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8312549205500383708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8312549205500383708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/06/thousand-armed-avalokitesvara.html' title='Thousand Armed Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-5732269852493118285</id><published>2008-06-23T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T03:57:58.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost in the Car</title><content type='html'>6.56pm 23rd June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm bored at home, this is what I do; take my keys and go off on a journey to KB, chilling out in the car while I'm cruising around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the time is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a bit of an insomniac...No matter how early or late I sleep, I tend to wake at the most odd, illogical hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this morning...Kinda woke up around 4 am...Took my keys and I was off to cruise the hell out...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.46 am: I was on my way back to Seria and signalled to make a right turn, but I decided against it and just went straight rather abruptly and looked backed just to see if there is any car at the back and if I;ve pissed them of..Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked back there was a car, can't make out what it was though, maybe an Echo...So it got rather close, mildly tailgating me...Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I signalled right for the next junction and looked back through the rear-view and realised the car got closer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nade a sharp turn for the junction, because I was rather sleepy and there were no cars...So as soon as I did, I looked back again and the car wasn't there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory 1: The car was at such a high speed that it just passed me when I was turning...Then again, it was rather too close to my car when I was turning and it was as if it was making the turn as well. Also, if the car was speeding it would have slowed down significantly and overtake me from the left in such a speed that I would be able to see it still, taking into account the time I made the turn and looked back was rather short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory 2: Its a freaking ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory 3: I am a Taurean, as the Sun was in Taurus when I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory 4: I was gangraped by mad pixies, died a horrible death and what is left of me is just a blogging spirit with a screwed up memory. Then again, its rather impossible..To the logical mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory 5: My housecat Tompok hypnotised me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaannyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally managed to make my fettucine sauce smooth...I let the cream cheese soften to room temperature and beaten it till it was smooth and added the milk and mixed it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Wan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in OGDC now, preparing for our Traffic Games Finale rehearsal for tomorrow...Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, till later peeps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-5732269852493118285?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5732269852493118285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=5732269852493118285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5732269852493118285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5732269852493118285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/06/ghost-in-car.html' title='Ghost in the Car'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-439869826340053563</id><published>2008-06-21T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T03:40:44.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination in Progress</title><content type='html'>Wooh. had a very interesting week...And it's so much better having something to do at work rather than involuntarily rotting at home, pitying myself on how broke I am....Huhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic games went fine...You can go to Iskandarworld for some pics...I took a few with my phone but those are subject to my Photoshop experiments heheh...So it'll take a while before I'm posting any of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking through a few materials and they somewhat gave me new inspirations...I predict a brush-downloading spree soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I've heard, the confirmed date for all RESCOleans to go back to the hostel is the 14th of July...Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the pre-UBDians, your grand orientation would be on the 28th of July, and it'll be going on for about a week, and for those who are applying for the residential college, you peeps are in for another orientation week, starting 3rd August, specially for you...Huihuihui...As was told...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers to you peeps, as the offer list is not out yet, and I assume some of you are half-dead wriggling from the heat of anticipation...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch out for the ITB orientation, last year our list came out exactly on the last day of their orientation week. And as for the ITBians, I heard rumours that the list will be out on the last few days of this month...Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience, dear peeps, patience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in Manggis onlining, and its my off day tomorrow huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it hard to type, this thing is just too high...Or maybe I'm too tall for this thing...Oh yeah, I'm in a cybercafe btw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Here are a few amazing stuff I've learned so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If Brunei has her own satellite, our internet would be much faster...If I can recall it correctly, we are currently using Sigapore's satellite...And a satellite costs around a few hundred million dollars...huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ever wondered how we are always complaining about DST since time immemorial? LOL. Yeah well, we pay a few cents for internet right? And at some places it's just hard to connect to the internet, and it costs one cent per trial. Imagine, in that area, there are about 50 people trying to connect, but couldn't, and loses one cent for that. So we have lost a total of 50 cents collectively. Now try imagining this thing going on for about a week, so that makes (50 cents x 7 days) = $3.50. But of course, in reality this doesn't happen, because we tend to hold on to hope and the faith we have in DST and tries to connect again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have the situation where the 50 people tries to connect more than once (n). So. in a week, that makes a loss of $3.50 x n...Where n can be any number more than one, say 10. SO thats $35.00...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take into account the number of DST users (u) in Brunei having connection problems in their area and the period of this problem in days (t)...Do the math...Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, u x n x t x $0.01 = $.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought flying around my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I think I'll stop for now...Huhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubye peeps....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-439869826340053563?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/439869826340053563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=439869826340053563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/439869826340053563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/439869826340053563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/06/procrastination-in-progress.html' title='Procrastination in Progress'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-2142753332668235820</id><published>2008-06-16T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:17:48.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain teasers...</title><content type='html'>Here are a few questions for you huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A bear walks down south one kilometre, then west one kilometre and north&lt;br /&gt;one kilometre, finally ending up at the same starting point. What colour is the&lt;br /&gt;bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;two kilometres&lt;/span&gt; north in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;straight line&lt;/span&gt;, but when you look at the map, you find out that you actually walked &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;one kilometre north&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one kilometre south&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;How is that possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhu...You can answer by using he comment link below hehehe...I'll post up the ans soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-2142753332668235820?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2142753332668235820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=2142753332668235820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2142753332668235820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2142753332668235820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/06/brain-teasers.html' title='Brain teasers...'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-2756865097774979271</id><published>2008-06-16T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T02:52:21.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcolepsy</title><content type='html'>I just found out my clolleague is a narcoleptic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sleeping disorders - Narcolepsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description&lt;br /&gt;Narcolepsy is a rare disorder. People with this disorder fall asleep spontaneously in broad daylight. Usually this happens when they are overwhelmed by intense emotions. They fall asleep from the one moment to the next. They sleep for a few minutes and then they awake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal&lt;br /&gt;It is quite normal to fall asleep in daytime when you are very tired. A boring lesson at school can make it more difficult to stay awake. A lot of teenagers daydream in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abnormal&lt;br /&gt;Narcolepsy is something completely different from daydreaming. People with narcolepsy don't fall asleep slowly. They fall asleep very abrupt. In theory, this disorder is very hilarious. In real life it is not. People with narcolepsy can fall asleep when driving a car. Thus this disorder can cause very dangerous situations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psyonline.nl/stoornis/en-narcolepsie.htm"&gt;http://www.psyonline.nl/stoornis/en-narcolepsie.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I wanted to share this...Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-2756865097774979271?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2756865097774979271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=2756865097774979271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2756865097774979271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2756865097774979271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/06/narcolepsy.html' title='Narcolepsy'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8021506096263415517</id><published>2008-06-15T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:52:48.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amalgamated</title><content type='html'>Rushed back from Bandar just now around 5 and got to Seria around 5.40 something. Went straight home, changed my clothes and zoomed to OGDC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to prepare stationeries and calculators for tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow, is the preliminary round for the Traffic Games. 35 schools, three days, and thre dollars in my wallet...Hmm...I'd be one of the peeps in charge of calculating the scores for the whole three days...Yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this is the...one...two...five...nine...gamma...oh yeah, fourth day in OGDC. I do have to say, I miss this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on taking pics with my phone from inside the car on the way back to Seria, but then again, i was goin on more than 103km/hr so i decided against it...Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing the net a few days ago and downloaded new brushes from deviantart.com for my Adobe photoshop...Gawd, look what I have in my collection now...Hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u8kIHKl/photo/D86vp0TvRe/"&gt;&lt;img title="click to comment" alt="click to comment" src="http://media.imeem.com/p/D86vp0TvRe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded the brushes separately and mixed the up into this thing..Heheh...Credits to Bleeding Dragon,Invisiblesnow and Redheadstock. (&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post here...I have a flag to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-8021506096263415517?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8021506096263415517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8021506096263415517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8021506096263415517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8021506096263415517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/06/amalgamated.html' title='Amalgamated'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3298942458257797667</id><published>2008-06-13T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:37:40.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masters of Deception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;June 13, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 8 yesterday (12th June 2008) and I just had this strong feeling to go to OGDC, weirdly enough…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cooked my breakfast, took a shower and went off around 10am. Looked like there was a visit going on, since there were these big buses at the parking lots of OGDC, so I decided to cruise around KB…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Soon Lee Megamart, and parked there for a while because I needed to change my CD and all my other CDs are at the back taking the form of an abstract mess at the backseat. Changed the CD and somehow I got this idea to rake pictures from my Nokia 6600 from within the car while cruising around KB and post them up as a start of something new for my blog…Heheh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did…Took around 40 pics but I just had these posted up because editing all of them would take too long and I need to sleep early now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u8kIHKl/photo/clR8pIPJ1f/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.imeem.com/p/clR8pIPJ1f.jpg" alt="click to comment" title="click to comment" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Lee, PJN Highschool (my secondary years), SM Sayyidina Ali, (A level years), the new library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u8kIHKl/photo/i72q33aQrQ/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.imeem.com/p/i72q33aQrQ.jpg" alt="click to comment" title="click to comment" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u8kIHKl/photo/LCMtyD2U_u/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.imeem.com/p/LCMtyD2U_u.jpg" alt="click to comment" title="click to comment" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to OGDC from KB…Billionth Barrel, and a few shots of OGDC…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was what happened, I went to OGDC after the cruise and straight to the exhibition hall, where I was in for quite a surprise when I realized OGDC has new exhibits to…exhibit; Illusions &amp;amp; Puzzles…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilfi asked whether I’d be coming the next day, which is today, for the launching…And my brain registered it as an invitation, so I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me around and I was in awe…Serioulsy, not because the Head of OGDC might be reading this blog too, but I was seriously amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, therefore, dear Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlepeople…*hint,hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really wouldn’t hurt that much spending a couple of dollars for something you don’t see in your daily &lt;add&gt; life and things you wouldn’t have known till the day you reach that part of life where they say it’s the end and you get to be buried unless you go here…Lol…Ooh ooh, you can even move a ball with your mind here! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take a few more pics,  just enough to give a preview, and post them up soon k…Heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went around OGDC, ever so reminiscing my times here, and catching up with Albert, who I have intellectual conversations with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla…And then Iskandar, Head of OGDC, asked if I wanted to work…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEFF Yeah!!   (were F = L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I was back in the team in just after a few exchange of words after that question.&lt;br /&gt;There was a sort of a workshop for the team after work by Albert, where he’d be explaining on a few things we needed to know…or such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was the Intensive Preparation for Tomorrow’s Lauching Phase, where it dragged on till 2am, huhu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was worth it, as today was quite well, as in no gargantuan pink dragon decides to land on OGDC or being rained down upon by green-blue meteors containing Cat Zombies from the Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah…Hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few pics today too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u8kIHKl/photo/Gvk-F2b9S9/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.imeem.com/p/Gvk-F2b9S9.jpg" alt="click to comment" title="click to comment" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx to Ben, the orange guy, ex-OGDCean/Top 10 Brunei’s Top Models&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring right after, and I was impossibly full…a serious case of the Severe Acute Aymapikg Syndrome…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and just relaxed before I took a shower. And after that, I sat my ass down and started blogging and editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editing these pics up makes me rather giddy huhu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/u8kIHKl/photo/m3GEz7Tcuq/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.imeem.com/p/m3GEz7Tcuq.jpg" alt="click to comment" title="click to comment" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few pics at home for me to play around with Photoshop…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……………………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuh~, I’m done…Well that’s all for today and I’ll post this up tomorrow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubye peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-3298942458257797667?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3298942458257797667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3298942458257797667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/06/masters-of-deception.html' title='Masters of Deception'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-6857886386555210462</id><published>2008-06-11T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T05:46:50.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Information Technology</title><content type='html'>I was cheching thru my settings and I realised my blog was set to receive comments only from people with Google accounts...Hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed it already...So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-6857886386555210462?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6857886386555210462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6857886386555210462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/06/information-technology.html' title='Information Technology'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-319004302985998963</id><published>2008-06-11T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T05:38:41.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><content type='html'>10.06.2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of whether to have dinner or not, then omelet came to my mind…There are carrots in the fridge and some leftover meat from the jabchae…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the kitchen and started working on the omelet. Shredded a whole carrot and onion, minced up garlic and chopped a stalk of spring onion. Plopped all of them in a bowl and mixed everything with the sliced beef, soy sauce, sugar &amp;amp; salt, black pepper and some nameless spices I found in a red container. Yeah, I’m pretty into jabchae right now haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I couldn’t bear to leave out the mushrooms and I plopped some in too…And waited for the thing to marinate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It already looked like a mess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked them up in a saucepan and battered two eggs. Guess what…I think I should be taking 4 or 5 eggs because the two eggs weren’t enough. The *thing* just absorbed most of it, so I decided to scramble it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could already sense the wrongness in this, but what the hell, I’m too tired of instant noodles and I needed the workout, so that’s why I’m cooking right now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just for the fact that, I was too bored at that time and too lazy to think that I just added the whole thing up and throw them in a saucepan without thinking much of the outcome…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the *thing* tasted weird…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously…*face turns green*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did a post-mortem in my mind while forcing myself to eat the *thing*, you know…to divert myself from thinking how weirdly unusual the *thing* tasted…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t afford to throw them away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mushrooms were a major contributor to the weird taste…And I should halve the ingredients so there wouldn’t be enough for them to turn into a semi-shattered blob in the pan and eat up my eggs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uugghh….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lessons in Life #10098: Do NOT cook when mentality is down to avoid unnecessary creation of biohazardous material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------- &lt;10.03pm&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am in my room listening to Utada Hikaru’s Prisoner of Love (current addiction) over and over again hoping it would help take away this lingering weird taste in my mouth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel sticky all over…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a shower…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*showers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…The taste is gone…Thank God…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m sleepy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye peeps~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-319004302985998963?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/319004302985998963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=319004302985998963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/319004302985998963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/319004302985998963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/06/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-114268062523106908</id><published>2008-06-10T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:54:39.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Are</title><content type='html'>Here is what I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;History and basis of forming&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We, the D&amp;amp;Ds now, have known each other since the early semester of our Uni life. We didn’t have a name just yet, it wasn’t even in our heads, well, maybe some…We hung out together in UBD and out of UBD so much that we have become so close, not only everyone clicks, we share the same interest: to have fun and be together because we enjoy each other’s company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even helped each other out when it’s needed. The time spent so much with just us together has made many of us realize how somewhat special we are as a whole. This *unity for so long* has sparked an idea to actually name ourselves…The D&amp;amp;D society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Terminology:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;D can only be revealed to members exclusively.&lt;br /&gt;Society: Doesn’t mean that we are big, like a company or an organization, society was chosen simply because it fits us, and it’s fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Progress since formation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.The D&amp;amp;D has now a hierarchal ladder, consisting of the President, VP, Secretary, Treasurer and The Members. The main objective is to maintain, learn about responsibility and be more organized.&lt;br /&gt;.Several hanging outs, outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Generalisation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exist simply because we enjoy each others company and to whatever each individual in this Society wants to achieve, he/she can share it with no hesitation, and we can be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, the Co-VP, personally think that whatever we do, what we are trying to portray is that whatever comes in our life, we can show that we are still able to be together, within this Society where many of us are of different background. Indirectly, the hierarchy allows us to discipline ourselves and get used to have responsibilities. But the existence of this Society is not to train leaders or anything of the sort, we just think of what is best for us in general, and with agreement with others, we get on with it, just so we could live our lives better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, we just simply are a group of people enjoying each other’s company. And there has yet many more to be done, and I personally welcome new ideas. And with that, new people too…Since, New people = More ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path this Society will take will depend on what we, ourselves, want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-114268062523106908?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/114268062523106908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=114268062523106908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/114268062523106908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/114268062523106908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-we-are.html' title='What We Are'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3868521091274366258</id><published>2008-06-10T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:23:42.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays...</title><content type='html'>Ugh...I have done nothing impressive in this three month holiday, well except for the Jab Chae and Fettucine Alfredo I made...Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on what I've done so far, i find it easy to generalise what I have done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.My diet consists majorly on Indomie.&lt;br /&gt;.Moan and whine on financial status.&lt;br /&gt;.Moan and whine because I have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;.Fattening myself up.&lt;br /&gt;.Joined the Intensive Roam Around Your House program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things worth noting down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.3 days in Centrepoint, Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;.Made a comment on the WYWY issue that sounded quite intellectual, haha.&lt;br /&gt;.Made a resolution that I will change my tyres and be broke for the rest of the month.&lt;br /&gt;.Namo Dragon Pendant Giver.&lt;br /&gt;.I actually made this Jab Chae, its a korean dish...And Fettucine...Woohoo Wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..There is still a month or so left...Hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I decided to share the recipes with you peeps huhu...Sory, no pics k...Uhuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab Chae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A handful of thinly sliced beef/chicken...Hmm...handfull..Oh well&lt;br /&gt;1 tblspn of chopped Spring onion&lt;br /&gt;1 Onion (i shredded them)&lt;br /&gt;1 Carrot, (Shredded them too, cos I like shredding so much, its actually fun)&lt;br /&gt;Sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;Cooking Oil&lt;br /&gt;Potato and Sweet Potatoe Vermicelli (i tried with rice ver. and it turned out quite well...)&lt;br /&gt;Soy Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Sugar&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;Black pepper&lt;br /&gt;Spinach, as much as you like..&lt;br /&gt;Egg&lt;br /&gt;Shitake/Chinese Mushroom&lt;br /&gt;Minced Garlic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soak the mushrooms for 10-15mins, cut the stems and and thinly slice them. Mix and marinate with beef, 2 tblspn soy sauce (I used the sweet one), 1 tblspn sugar, pinch of salt and pepper, minced garlic, and spring onion. I recommend you leave it for at least 20mins, judging from experience heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the spinach and boil for 2 mins. Cool and drain with tap water. season with a oinch of salt and sesame oil to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil the vermicelli for 6-8 mins, or just follow the instruction at the back of the pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, shred the carrot and onion. batter the egg and cook. Once done, slice into thin pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take out the vermicelli, cool and drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook the beef with a bit of oil. Once cooked, add the veggies and noodle and use medium low heat until the veg are cooked. Season with soy sauce and sesame oil to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the recipe from lilyng2000.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fettucine Alfredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parmesan&lt;br /&gt;Cream Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Milk&lt;br /&gt;Butter&lt;br /&gt;Fettucine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you to do decide how much fettucine u want to cook and the rest too. I bought the 500g packet and only used 1/5 of it and it was enought for two. And I used 3/4 of a handful of parmesan, half a handful of cream cheese, 3/4 cup of milk and half the amount for butter..LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt the butter, then add the milk and cheese and stir until evrythin is smooth. I guess you can make the sauce separately, but once the sauce is done u can just add the fett and toss until coated well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next mission: Mee Mamak and Crepe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-3868521091274366258?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3868521091274366258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=3868521091274366258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3868521091274366258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3868521091274366258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays...'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-7487094738354738358</id><published>2008-06-09T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:58:43.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus Break</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlepeople,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been on hiatus for so long it's time to...urmm...not put it on hiatus for so long again...Uhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will do so, proudly, with an announcement...Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;WYWY&lt;/span&gt; IS FREAKIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H.A.L.A.L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have faith in them...Huhahehihuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Go to the &lt;a href="http://dndsociety.blogspot.com/"&gt;D&amp;amp;D&lt;/a&gt; blog, I;ve posted sumthin there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And just for the record, peeps, I'm am in WYWY KB now! Muahaha...I really want to order the pau but I'm too full from my self-made Fettucine Alfredo...Huhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spread the word people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/7473124692353102296-7487094738354738358?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7487094738354738358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=7487094738354738358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/7487094738354738358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/7487094738354738358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/06/hiatus-break.html' title='Hiatus Break'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-4109354231420822712</id><published>2008-05-14T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:48:03.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm..</title><content type='html'>I just realised I haven't linked many many people yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-4109354231420822712?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4109354231420822712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=4109354231420822712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4109354231420822712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4109354231420822712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/05/umm.html' title='Umm..'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-2664859761617829305</id><published>2008-05-14T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:38:47.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Freakin Birthday Anis!!</title><content type='html'>[repeat title here 10x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Coffee Zone Qlap&lt;br /&gt;Any announcements Wan?: I hereby declare What Happens In Vegas is so much of a  nicer movie than P.S I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Slept around 12.30am and woke up at 7 sumthin...Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sleepy, of which I should logically be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played this game called Miss Management, search it online...Gawd, its addictive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then showered and got ready for the D&amp;amp;D Movie-Watching Ceremony at the Mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Happens In Vegas is nice...And is far sweeter than P.S I Love You...Seriously...That movie is overly exaggerated...Well, to me at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Qlap's CZ for a D&amp;amp;D meeting, which turned out to be a surprise for Anis..Umm...Well...The meeting was still on though...Well, is, rather...I'm typing my blog out AND being in the meeting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...BBQs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here for now...And continue to blog later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-2664859761617829305?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2664859761617829305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=2664859761617829305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2664859761617829305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/2664859761617829305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-freakin-birthday-anis.html' title='Happy Freakin Birthday Anis!!'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-4543827037204482780</id><published>2008-05-14T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T01:12:08.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iced Nutty Latte</title><content type='html'>12th May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh...I'm freakin &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;...As in, overly severely suffering from being in boredom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chant Mantras Wan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 days after the exams, and there I was ever so anticipating for the moment all of it would be over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha is so cool, he could just sit there and meditate for a period of time so long, just a pinch of that period of time, metaphorically speaking, is enough to drive me into embracing the sociopathic megalomaniacal side of me...Then go on a Groping-and-Killing spree…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yesterday night I drove through a  red light and saw this police Pajero on the other part of the road and freaked out. Screamed God’s name and did the sign of the cross…LOL….Hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hybridising religions are not allowed Wan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anis and Lee screamed like girls…Umm…Duhh Wan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn bored…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has been quite a long while since I’ve blogged, yes? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clay owl is staring back at me…Fuck Off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh…I finally bought Body Shop’s White Musk for Men…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it’s like this divine liquid amalgamation of sophistication, intellect, and charisma…Scent of all scents…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m overly exaggerating its glorification, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an interesting chat the other day with a friend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets assume friend = anonymous, and anonymous = A. since anonymous starts with A…Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So A and I were talking about a few things, one of them being how our lives are currently…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda realized I am a rather secretive person…Well, one thing about my secrets and me is that I really keep them as  secrets, as simple as that…Lol…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I only share secrets with certain people only…You know, it’s to maintain and sustain that ‘specialness’ of secrets…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of secrets and friends, you would be so much more of a friend to me if you were to respect my privacy and not pry into my personal life…I just think prying is rude…And that is a reminder for myself too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird how some thinks it’ll strengthen bonds when they know other people’s secrets…So they tend to ask around suggestively, and pry…Trying to get it out…Haha…Bitches…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One method these people would use is the “Come on, we’re friends…You can share” method. It just makes you crazy not knowing, doesn’t it? And what is even worse is that the secret will be a topic of conversation when these people are around their groups of people….Its just a way to spice up the moment by discussing and talking about some other person’s personal things, like adding paprika to your onion ring batter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s something worth to ponder on…Don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s a part of why I’m rather secretive…I don’t want my precious secrets to be cheap spices…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, if one were to start telling you their secrets, doesn’t that mean the person has bestowed upon you their trust? Well, maybe not in all situations…But logically thinking, that would just be it…So wouldn’t it be a nicer way rather than pry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This accounts for a part of  why I said ‘certain people’. I might never share with you if I were to know I can’t trust you…So…Muahahahaahaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh, that was a lot of typing….Heheh...Now you know a bit more of me, my dear Bloggie-boo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I have a pink tee of which I thought was gray…LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wywy’s special pau has piggy in pau…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me think of satay…Ugh…I’m hungry again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up kinda early today. So I slept again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DnD Mahadewas were supposed to have a meeting today…But it was postponed…And collection of the jersey is today….Woohooo…Turned out to be really cool…And utterly smashing, I’d say…LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Mahadewa Anis asked to think of agendas for the meeting…Hmm…We really need to discuss our financial status and how we plan our AfterXam plans…And *I* need to discuss *my* financial status with myself…Huh…You hear that, Wan? You need to talk to Wan about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to contact the Yoga club president about that BBQ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…**BBQ Highlights**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;17th – RESCO&lt;br /&gt;Some day next week – DnD&lt;br /&gt;25th – BIOCOP&lt;br /&gt;Some time this month – Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t there anything else we can do other than BBQ? Seriously….Haha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still thinking of writing a book…Maybe I should start on eroticas…Muahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept request on pairings. LOL. So if you’re feeling rather…umm..randy…and you have a crush on someone in IM or FBEPS or any other faculties or somewhere else, doesn’t matter….I’m here, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can help me improve my writing skills too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m less bored now…Huhuu…Thanks Bloggie-boo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pineapple!!  Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pineapple!!   Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pineapple!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OH YEAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well…Bubye…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-4543827037204482780?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4543827037204482780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=4543827037204482780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4543827037204482780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4543827037204482780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/05/iced-nutty-latte.html' title='Iced Nutty Latte'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-5056812044126620258</id><published>2008-04-15T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:15:13.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Tree in front of Me</title><content type='html'>On a geographical point of view...: &lt;a href="mailto:Ubd@Ictc"&gt;Ubd@Ictc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any psychological manifestations: Relaxed and calm...*ponders on why....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah here I am in ICTC. onlining with Geman around...wat time dis..10.53pm (we came here bout a quarter of an hour ago I think)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I'd be surfing the internet, chat and other whatnots....A part of the MSN homepage got me hooked...Something about Pope Benedict's visit to America with a very this-will-hook-you-up-for-sure...-that-is-if-ur-interested-in-this-type-of-things title...So I clicked on it, and the article was kinda long so I just saved it and read it later..Huhu..Then there was this other small thing on that page that was really interesting that says On Faith: The Pope and Islam..Huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the page....I'll just give you the link...&lt;a href="http://newsweek.washingtonpost.com/onfaith/2008/04/benedict_and_islam/all.html"&gt;http://newsweek.washingtonpost.com/onfaith/2008/04/benedict_and_islam/all.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An this the the link for the first one...&lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/131837?GT1=43002"&gt;http://www.newsweek.com/id/131837?GT1=43002&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting read, I'd say...That ought to fill my intellectual side up for today..Ehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont't think this thing will ever end anyway...It's hard to change the mindset of people...You could just say about respecting each other and whatnots a few google million of times, but the probability of it changing some people's way of thinking is simply almost impossible...But at least, generally, we peeps are on good terms, right? Hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaanyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up (officially) quite late today, so I didn't have the chance for a proper breakfast...Which means I'll be significantly hungry later on, which will lead to an onset of the Aymapikg Syndrome, makes you eat superhumanly....Of which in turn will add fat to your body...A.S is not good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was MIB's last lecture today, so all the lecturers were in front, like this Panel of the Council of Orders of some sort...Lol...The day went on with them explaining the examination paper format (the "Period of Examination...Oooohh" is starting on the 5th of May) to us and it was rather enlightening, to say the least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Residential College's canteen for lunch...well...brunch, rather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mok Rham and Geman and Mousse wante to print out their computing project there, so Koo Yham was sashaying...lol...thru the canteen with this exaggeratedly-said gargantuan printer in his hold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Western today, so here was rice (???), spaghetti, one big lump of poultry, wrinkled-up fried wedges, and mixed veggies....And lumpy cream of mushroom for soup. Can't forget the lumpy cream of mushroom soup for your western buffet now, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were eating, Geman and Mousse and I, and Mok Rham was printing the hell out of their project with Koo Yham as the assistant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, big happy family...11.something something am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mousse has class at 12 so I sent him up and went back to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nearly 1 so i texted up Hiong say where she and she say cafe...So I sent Geman to class and went to te cafe....Mok and Koo, Rham and Yham respectively, went out for lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was in the cafe and all of the sudden I was watching Russel Peters Outsourced...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neggaaaaaaaaa............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on MIB's last tutorial and had our last moments of being an audience for the MIB presentations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Chemistry...then Computing...And then Mall...for waffles...Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Alliskristal and Geman cleansed his crystals...Browsed thru the stock and went on search for the components of my All Healing Crystal Necklace Project...Muahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This healing crystals thing is still a rather controversial thing...well at least I think it is...There is just one misconception I'd like to point out...Up to the point about how the crystal's vibrations can have a resonating effect on you is not something tied to any religion...So believing in their powers or any other manifestations and manipulations of the phrase is, I think, though I am making an educated guess...is inapplicable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am in search of any source that has significant citations and bullshit-free on this topic though, for I am still incontent myself....So if you happen to know any, something even close, please do tell...Ehee...Thanx peeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the hostel..And ate again...with Geman....I'm starting to think he is bad influence on my tummy...Mantang2 parutnya cematu suruhnya ku gemuk supaya ia nada competition tu...Hmmph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up, did the Purification and Cleansing Ritual for my room, took a shower and watched Jumper....Daymn, that muvee was noice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am blogging my ass off till 12.10am...and I seriously need to stop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I'll get Malaria and Severe Acute Aymapikg Syndrome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubye peeps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-5056812044126620258?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5056812044126620258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=5056812044126620258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5056812044126620258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5056812044126620258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/04/big-tree-in-front-of-me.html' title='Big Tree in front of Me'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-5656508324889063290</id><published>2008-04-13T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T06:36:57.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Negate, All That Is Evil</title><content type='html'>Zomg....How long has it been since I've blogged....*ponders and thinks of sushi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: &lt;a href="mailto:UBD@ICTC"&gt;UBD@ICTC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you just do?: Broke my freakin personal record by reachin UBD in 48 minutes by not going so fast...Abd it was raining...All Hail!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather windy out here, I'm about fifty steps away from ICTC and sitting on a table all alone...And the wind just had to get stronger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite nostalgic, actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  yeah, here I am, trying to send my pcomputing roject over to my friend/project mate Hiong-ssi....Made a freakin stick wizard who could invoke a ball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still deciding as to whether I should be proud or not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, thunder...Nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm novelist...typing down a masterpiece that drips of blood and sex....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geman's here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my feet is itchy...I hereby declare Geman is a Doombringer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Recites a Prayer of Deliverance from Itchiness*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhuu...Had a tooth extraction last Tuesday...And it was not painful at all, seriously...After the gum paralyser wears off, there was jusat this dull pain, and every throb of your heart makes you go ughh...But it was bearable...Then the infection came...Ewwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hospital and got antibiotics...Huhu...I'm healing alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I was on a fever strike for a total of three times....So that makes a total of three {3} freakin times...Neptune is seriously under a severe La Nina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the wind is gone..And I'm starting to sweat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Nasi Katok in the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Blogger's block is seriously annoying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles peeps!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-5656508324889063290?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5656508324889063290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-6503206621326071969</id><published>2008-03-20T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T07:10:15.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scent of rain</title><content type='html'>Time: 10:07pm&lt;br /&gt;Location: &lt;a href="mailto:ICTC@UBD"&gt;ICTC@UBD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha Level: Tends to nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I here, you might ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a message half an hour ago to send the RESCO Appreciation day pic to a few people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm froogin hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ommmmm..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-7384518257068266024</id><published>2008-03-20T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:54:07.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depletion of the Ozone Layer</title><content type='html'>Location: Mamih (again)&lt;br /&gt;Condition; Hot and wet. But thankfully not dripping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right arm hurts...This is what you get when you play badminton for less then the fifth time in your life very the not-so-hardcorely-but-very-closely-so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail G3man for the influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my chest too...Gawd, it's been three weeks since I've gone to the gym...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was very utterly tiring...But it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESCO's Appreciation Day for the Ex-Rescos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, I hardly slept, it was at most three hours....Gawd. Making slideshows has never been so tiring...Why can't I have good pictures everytime I click the camera?  That way I don't have to go through the highly excruciating pain of choosing pics for a slideshow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the talent, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Head of the RESCO Publicity &amp;amp; Photography Bureau does not have his own camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pathethic....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaay, woke up at 5.59 am yesterday and fell asleep again and ended up officially waking up at 6.59 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my slideshow is still not complete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to go to Aewon (Clothing manufacturer place thingy) and complete the Resco uniform order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to develop 41 Resco tags for thi afternoon's function...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God...I'm still alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued on the slideshow for about an hour and showered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Batu Bersurat and the photo shop was close....9.something...&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Jerudong and hunted for another...&lt;br /&gt;-Found one...But they don't do developing...*sigh* and pointed another shop in Sengkurong&lt;br /&gt;-Went to Sengkurong and I fpund the shop...&lt;br /&gt;-Went in, bla bla bla, and it turned out I can't develop the freakin pics because it was saved in .pub...It needs to be in .jpg or .gif or .png....Damnit...&lt;br /&gt;-So I rushed back to UBD and converted the tags to .png&lt;br /&gt;-Rushed back to the place and they say they still can't develop it because  they can't open the .png file...Motherhumpers...But I was Compassionate at that time, like Buddha...&lt;br /&gt;-Geman'slaptop was in the car, so there I was crumpled up in the driver's seat converting the tags to .jpg for a quarter of an hour...&lt;br /&gt;-So I went back in and guess what...only FIFTEEN of the FOURTY-ONE tags could be developed because the other file were somewhat corrupted...But it was all okay in Geman's lappie...My Buddhaness was almost gone...&lt;br /&gt;-Messaged to ask hw dis and they say never the mind la, later later develop..&lt;br /&gt;-Buddha Level ---&gt; 0.234%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 1 when I arrived back at the hostel and continued on he slideshow again. Completed the whole thing around half past wo...Save dthe thing and tried to view it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. It did work...The thin is, I forgot to put transitions on more than half of the slides...Wtf...Went on without them and got ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha Level check ---&gt; 0.112%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to do much though..Just had to get the slideshow ready and take pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am the Head of the RESCI Publicity &amp;amp; Photography Bureau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin much happened...The function was of but still yu culd sense the hecticness...It was a last minute thing...My slideshow was okay, heheee....Basically it's pics of the individual RESCOs and their name and positiona nd other pics from our events made into a video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a Post Mortem after that.....Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know...Post Mortem is a feedback session usually made after an event...This is the time where you 'let it go', in a fitting fashion of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From experience, PMs can be very emotional....*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanyway, went to Aewon after that with Geman, Mus, Fadh (Secretary) and Analisa (Block Captain)...Paid the deposit and our uniform is on the way. patience, fellow Rescoreans, u peeps will get it early May, K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Fadh treated us Murtabaks...Thanks Fadh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the hostel and Geman wanted to play badminton...As tired as I was, I wnet with him...Not that i succumbed to his self-proclaimed alluring characteristics, charm and cuteness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed the exercise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ws around 10.30 and we were warming down when I got a call asking if I had sent the pics from today to the Vice Dean because she wants to doa  report on it and send to the media...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we rushed back to the hostel, took my stuff and went to ICTC....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to buy NasiKatoka t Rimba...Huhuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to hostel, ate, slept...&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30: ONG!!! Dis late DiS!!! Oh, how dis!! I haven't done my laundry....Aaaaaa...And I need to go to Mamih....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mamih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.10ish: Met the Peeps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onlined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusted on project....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.50pm: Hot, wet, raining outside, and I have not received my coke yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my Coke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aquarium in front of me is a nice view....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a camera...The Big one. The one that'll confer upon me *THE* Head of Publicity &amp;amp; Photography Bureau...Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not rich...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chong...Balikan ku kamera, Nikon ah...1000 labih plg tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hats it for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-7384518257068266024?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7384518257068266024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=7384518257068266024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/7384518257068266024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/7384518257068266024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/03/depletion-of-ozone-layer.html' title='Depletion of the Ozone Layer'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-4903992666740472309</id><published>2008-03-10T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T05:59:59.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waves...</title><content type='html'>Position: Mamih Beribi/Gadong/The one in front of the Scout thing.&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I hve spent too much again today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onlineing for my projects in Mamih with Hiong and Vic (virtually, chatting thru MSN) huhuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost died within the past two days because of fever...Very high fever...Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually get sick very easily, but I guess Neptune had a flood probably...Yesterday it got very horrible (I'm quite okay now, btw). Felt like I was on fire...Yup, I was HOT!! Haahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room was messed up I ended up in Ziman's room, I was quite ok at first then the heat came, Gawd, it was terrible...Fell in and out of sleep and I thought I died and felt a cool towel placed on top of my forehead...Angels do that to you??....And then I heard a very familiar sigh, opened my eyelid and it was Ziman...Apuuuu......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's no angel! Hmph...It was an act of caringism though...Awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't die. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite painful still...I feel weak after the fever...I'm sore almost everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived on though...Didn't get bored in Chem, maybe it was because I was in the frontmost front....Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lunch...I ate too much, I spent too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maths test...Why did it have to be easy? Didn't study though, so high prob I'll fail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God....I am lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished relatively early and scribbled lyrics on my scratch paper...The wnet out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to the hostel and the fever came back....Ughh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowered the fan power and allowed myself to sweat the freakin fever off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost six...Need to get ready to go to Mamih and meet Hiong and Vic for English/Computing projects...Fever was quite down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-past six...Otw to Mamih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of Gadong I made my way to Muara....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to turn and was once again on my way to Mamih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at Supasave to meet Hiong, came up to buy Easi, on my way out, it rained...Heavily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the sex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I texted Hiong and she was on her way with her father's car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still raining....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiong came-Convoyed to Mamih-Went in-Ordered-Onlined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still onlining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came up with nice funny names for our web...Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise I'm on a blogger's block again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;Till next time then...&lt;br /&gt;My throat  is sore..&lt;br /&gt;Bye...&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Tompok....&lt;br /&gt;Bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-4903992666740472309?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4903992666740472309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=4903992666740472309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4903992666740472309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4903992666740472309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/03/waves.html' title='Waves...'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-4696410530587682852</id><published>2008-02-23T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T05:29:47.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minute of Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DnD minit...23/2...9:00pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1) Account for DnD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;2) Perlembagaan DnD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3) DnD goes to KB!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Rojak- Pantai- Theatre (TBA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes for the Secretary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get a fuckin notebook next allowance man...&lt;br /&gt;2) Please be organised.&lt;br /&gt;3) Make a softcopy of a minute immediately after any meeting.&lt;br /&gt;4) I know I had a formal minute template somewwhere....&lt;br /&gt;5) Make this formal and repost it on DnD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-4696410530587682852?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4696410530587682852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=4696410530587682852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4696410530587682852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4696410530587682852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/02/dnd-minit.html' title='Minute of Meeting'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-4965495571180659371</id><published>2008-02-23T05:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T05:19:32.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Breast and Butter</title><content type='html'>This is crazy...I seriously need to blog very often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Within the Crib of Anis&lt;br /&gt;..............: Why aren't you saying anything?&lt;br /&gt;..................: Ok, I'm sorry..Doesn't mean I'm neglecting you...&lt;br /&gt;.......yeah...: Knew you'd understand blog-babe. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Recap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month was hectic...&lt;br /&gt;This months is hectic...&lt;br /&gt;Prediction for next month, hectic as hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Gawd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be organised...And lose weight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently unhealthy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...Blogger's block...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-4965495571180659371?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4965495571180659371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=4965495571180659371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4965495571180659371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4965495571180659371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/02/chicken-breast-and-butter.html' title='Chicken Breast and Butter'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8992537520824282303</id><published>2008-02-23T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T05:20:53.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A State of Darkness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;20/02/2008 12:52am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my Mom's birthday...I miss my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall being this down and broken to date...Tried to look inside but all I get is just this complex blurring darkness and it feels so heavy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm all alone in the dark...I am though, right now, literally....I really hate this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being overly sensitive these past few days, and those smiles on me, I feel like a hypocrite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an outlet. I need to start trusting people again...But, this fear, it's looming over me still...I despise this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long has this been...I think around three days already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this, fuck it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the tears, but fuck you, I won't let you out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I still don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I do, but I'm just afraid to say it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being alone...Fuck all those who contributed to what made *it* happen...Made me what I am now; hating being all alone...Fuck it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bitch....Fuck you...&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be okay..I know I will...I can't drag this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep, but I fucking can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling remorse gnawing me because I said to much of fuck...Fuck this...I'm screwed...I need to get my form back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:01am.....Cascada is on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:15.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:21...Hot chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm fucking strong and you know it too, whatever type of influential satanic fuck you are...You can't make me drag this...I'll kill you even if you are inside me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is All-Merciful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends...And I'll see them tomorrow...I'll be happy again..So fuck you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll drink my chocolate, and sleep, and this will be over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S&lt;br /&gt;No questions on this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-8992537520824282303?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8992537520824282303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8992537520824282303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8992537520824282303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8992537520824282303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/02/state-of-darkness.html' title='A State of Darkness...'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8684016553021913892</id><published>2008-02-01T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T04:40:57.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Light of Incosistency</title><content type='html'>Place: &lt;a href="mailto:UBD@ICTC"&gt;UBD@ICTC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condition: Very itchy; concerned about malaria; hostel's common room has a new air-cond; very the broke still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu, sorry for the hiatus. Was unable to go online for a while...Well, sort of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll try to make it a regular habit to come here n post my blogs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...See you in the later posts then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-8684016553021913892?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8684016553021913892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8684016553021913892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8684016553021913892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8684016553021913892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-light-of-incosistency.html' title='In the Light of Incosistency'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8092696911473419831</id><published>2008-01-06T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:16:50.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaration of Utter Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;ZOMG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ME MONKEY&lt;/span&gt; MY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BLOGGIE-WOGGIE-POOO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~~~~~~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE LINKSYS IS BAACKK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail ye Blessed Neighbour...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-8092696911473419831?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8092696911473419831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8092696911473419831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8092696911473419831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8092696911473419831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2008/01/declaration-of-utter-gratitude.html' title='Declaration of Utter Gratitude'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-917650710193795437</id><published>2007-12-25T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:10:37.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds of Fate</title><content type='html'>Location: LcK's house...huhu&lt;br /&gt;OMGAWD!!! I thought you left me for some other ABDB stud...: Haa, sorry blog babe, couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, the tides are turning, the winds are changing course and fate is definitely an enemy of mine now. Gawd, I can see you *sneer* at me from that [insert angelic choir here] place of yours, you think you are all great, don't you? Being fate and all, you cruel bootch you. Getting me all hyped up, feeling unsurpassed happiness and bliss and just when I am at the peak of euphoria, you take it all away from me...*broods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COnclusion: WiFi at me house is gone, not sure for good or just temporarily, I feel very deprived...Pray for me people....haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to blog, all these funny conversation at my house are going to waste....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-917650710193795437?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/917650710193795437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=917650710193795437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/917650710193795437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/917650710193795437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/12/winds-of-fate.html' title='Winds of Fate'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8707267804167225569</id><published>2007-12-20T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T06:26:02.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush Hour and Mars Chocolate</title><content type='html'>Location: Wtth, where the assumptions that state w=R, t=o and h=m applies.&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night: At my friend's place, slept with each other...*lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.21: Har har, nah, I'm still &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;cursed&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just noting down the official time I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.22: *sees 1 missed call from Papaness. Calls Papaness.* Didn't pick up...*back to sleep with friend on the same bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.31: Papaness calls. Miri at 11. Huh. Wakes up friend. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*kisses boyfriend's cheek* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Mornin babe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;............PSYCHE! Haha, you homophiliac freaks! *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[goes back home shortly after. Showered. Off to KB]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.39: KB at Papaness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papaness: "Akhir jua Ebob ah...Banyak ni krita nie..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Awu, ngaleh ku bagas dimalam ah, pukul 9 kali ku balik..."&lt;br /&gt;*updates Papaness on schedule.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;20th&lt;/span&gt;: Up to UBD.&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Majlis Korban &amp;amp; Pengagihan Daging&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. MUST for all RESCOleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;26th-29th&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Universiti Kebangsaan Malaysia&lt;/span&gt; visits Brunei. Order from &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HEP,&lt;/span&gt; RESCO=tourguide. Won't be coming for last two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;28th-29th-30th&lt;/span&gt;: Sungai Akar &amp;amp; Museum, Kukup @ Tutong, Kuala Balai respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Teambuilding for RESCOleans&lt;/span&gt;: Before open of semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;{OFF TO MIRI}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to Ngiukee. Bought new SPECS! Woohoo! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;inch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;The brand I mean. It had a polarised clip-on and got a free cd CD bag! Ngaaaa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It'll take about one hour till i get me hands on my new specs so Papaness and I went eating at the foodcourt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?! It just takes &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ONE FREAKIN HOUR!&lt;/span&gt; It's like at least &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a few EONS&lt;/span&gt; here in Brunei, cos the specs has to go to Neptune and get approval from Zeus for it to fulfill its destiny, then it needs to go to some angel and learn about the world, which takes a long time, then it goes to you. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*LMAO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shop calls just after our lunch so there we went to take my spec. YAY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*wears new specs* LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Browsed through Ngiukee. Papaness bought a cap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left. Went to some other mall. Papaness is searching for a magnetic bracelet for him to play golf. Relieves injury of the wrist, so they say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*sakai meliat Miri*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to this one shop which sells all these mineral and gemstone bracelets. Was plannin to buy a bracelet for me and browsed through the stuff when the lady at the counter &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;came and spoke Chinese to me waving her hand at the bracelets&lt;/span&gt;....Aawwkkwaarrdd *Rushed to Dad*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Papaness: "Mau minum?" Yayyy...Bought Peppermint Coffee Frappucino and Papaness Peppemint Tea at the Tea &amp;amp; Coffee stall below. My drink was in a usual plastic cylindrical container thingy and Papaness was in a cup. The seats were full so we sat at the ledge of the indoor fountain. I was jive with it but seeing Papaness sitting there at that damned ledge without a damned table because the damned seats were full really damned broke my heart. *Deems Miri a Damned City for 44 seconds*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next stop: Parkson. We had to buy stationeries for the Sisterhood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[On the way back] Papaness: "Eh, baik pulang membalikan barang pakai makan dorang ah."...Me: 'Bah, mana saja..." Went to Sugarbun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Off to NBD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fell asleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;5.32: Was already in KB on the way back to Papaness' house when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Papaness&lt;/span&gt;: "Babah tarus ke opis ni ah. Jangan lupa barang dorang atu."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Bah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Took the things, started the car, waited for a while and drove home to Seria&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time shortly after: Went to Wisma Yakin, had to do some business...Huhu...Inda ku tahan gi, haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.15: Hooommeeee!! Exchanged a few words with the High Priestess and Matriarch and went straight to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00: WiFi!!!! Blogged my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.44: I need a shower. Huhu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-8707267804167225569?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8707267804167225569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8707267804167225569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8707267804167225569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8707267804167225569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/12/rush-hour-and-mars-chocolate.html' title='Rush Hour and Mars Chocolate'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-5578849174715835370</id><published>2007-12-19T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T04:28:24.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud Nine</title><content type='html'>Location: Private Sector.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you're goin to Bandar right? Try not to get your car smashed along woth you k? *cackles*: F*ck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Some people &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;praise&lt;/span&gt; you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some&lt;/span&gt; even &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;worship&lt;/span&gt; you,&lt;br /&gt;You could&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; always&lt;/span&gt; be found&lt;br /&gt;as the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;centre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;poetry&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;even play&lt;/span&gt; a significant role in astrology,&lt;br /&gt;They think you’re &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, of which you are &lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Watching you&lt;br /&gt;set may even make one’s day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But to me,&lt;br /&gt;You are just this big annoying&lt;br /&gt;ball of fire,&lt;br /&gt;Each and every morning, well almost,&lt;br /&gt;There you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stalking &lt;/span&gt;me, your rays&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; harassing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my exposed skin…&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pervert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, that is what&lt;br /&gt;you are, taking a liking in 19 year old boys…&lt;br /&gt;You are…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.45: Uh-huh…Yea, well, you guessed it. I’m in the kitchen. And more Indomee and cheesecake and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30: Frolics with cat. Very addictive. What to do? There is no Wifi yet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.50: Irons shirt for the trip. A Journey Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.04: I really need to change my shampoo…Me hair is brittleish and falling...ZOMG!! I’m Going B.A.L.D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.05: Takes a shower. *grumbles at shampoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~*~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.37: Got out of shower, msgd LcK to get ready. Replies and said to take my time cos she just cooked noodles blab la. So I took my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.55: Went to Mom’s room grumbling about hair and uses her hair dryer. I ahet my hair. Mom agrees and intervened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.15: I look like someone who just got out of a saloon. New hairstyle though, thanks Mom! But I seriously look very the generic…it’s like you can find this style on the head of every one guy out of a random three at the Mall…Sticked with it anyways…Conclusion: Mom is a good stylist. Change hairstylist at Alan Salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.20: Off to LcK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!2.30: Fueled up car and off to pick Analisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Off to Bandar around 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.43: We’re Here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 something something: Meeting starts. Head Dude is very lame. Head Mistress seems agitated by lameness of Head Dude. Very unorganized. Feels darkness looming over RESCO. Dear God, help us….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 something something: Off to Mall to eat wind and do some business. OMFG!! *You* drove! And it’s a big car! OMG! You cute little thing you! Aww…And I jealous because it’s a manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Went to Mall, performed business, Cute Little Thing went back, continues to eat wind]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-got ATM card. Lady very the nice. I like you, Miss Baiduri Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bought hair spray, shampoo, new Nokia 6280 casing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Casing was very the toight, as in toight like a toiger. Too lazy to go up again and fix it to the shop…Note to self; fix the damned thing later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silently waiting for Excapadation…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zombified around Mall…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Excapade opens at 5.30…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saw the UBD shemale at Mall. Hair is straight now, and Shemale-er. Dyed it freaky blond. Slightly discussing. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bought fudges of chocolates and cheese. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Seriously ordering Ten Cha Soba…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More zombification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.17: Disgusted about whether to use car or not to use car for Excapadation. Decision: Use the freaking car. It might rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.25: Got a parking. Went to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Excapade&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan: “You Fool! It Freakin Opens at 6, You Prick!”&lt;br /&gt;Wan: Uhhhhh……*checks card* Oh, KB opens at 5.30. Eheh…&lt;br /&gt;LcK: *decides going to Jaya Hyoermart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaya Hypermart….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went to shop with candles and toys and bears and a 16 year old beetch insisting on seeing her Xmas present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vained…U better post those pics…Mwahahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost Six- Quick! Excapade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Heaven]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-new peeps at Excapade…Angels at work…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ordered Ten Cha Soba, Wakame, Triple S, Mini California Special, Unagi Sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Learned how Excapade makes those sweet egg pancakes from LcK….Layers….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour later….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-feels very full. The hell with it, muahahaha…*eats more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-left alone. Ladies-Toilet. Called for bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Feels very content and satisfied. Happy, yes? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Off to Seria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00: *types blog, yawns* ~~~*~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.21: *realizes blog very summarized, yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30: Sleep, no? Yes! What? Sleep.///Yes? Yes. Papai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where you are right now…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-5578849174715835370?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5578849174715835370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=5578849174715835370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5578849174715835370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5578849174715835370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/12/cloud-nine.html' title='Cloud Nine'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3431823574729462717</id><published>2007-12-18T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T06:06:41.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of Heaven</title><content type='html'>Location: Perumahan Rakyat Jati Seria&lt;br /&gt;Why is your speaker facing the wall: To give a ‘surround’ effect. Ahawhaw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;7.17: I am the Priest of Apollo! God of the Sun and…*Yawn*..Divinati…*zzzzz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.10: Wan wakes up officially. Goes to the kitchen, finds fritters, boils 2 eggs, Mom wakes soon after. Yay. The Head Triad of the House are having breakfast together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting No.: 100 + n, where n is any suitable number, for all real values of n.&lt;br /&gt;Attendants:-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Patriarch In-Training&lt;/span&gt;…Dato’ Paduka Seri Maharaja Laila Wijaya Wan&lt;br /&gt;                     -&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;High Priestess of the Immaculate Teachings&lt;/span&gt;…Her Holiness Pg. Hjh. Maimun&lt;br /&gt;                     -&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Matriarch of the House&lt;/span&gt;…Orang Mahu Kaya-Kaya Datin Rashidah&lt;br /&gt;Topic of Convention: &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Defecation and Cats&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP: “Lai, karang stret kan krita mu atu aku kan menyuci lantai bagas kucing bekelaie dimalam ah”&lt;br /&gt;M: “Kenapa? Beria dorang kah? Ada ku mendangar kucing kelaie dimalam.”&lt;br /&gt;HP: “Awuu, abis bejurit taie ucing dibawah ah. Lapas alai mindah kritanya karang baru ku menyuci.”&lt;br /&gt;P: *Thinking of situation. Why do cats defecate when fighting?* “Bah…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;End of Convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Cats defecate when fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-[Wan’s Theory of Defecating Cats.]-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory 1: Cats just feel like it when they fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory 2: They feel it’s their destiny and hence defecate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory 3: The Earth is round, and the ruling planet of Taurus is Neptune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory 4: Being descendants of the Phylum Chordata, their mindwork may as well be, even infinitesimal, similar to Homo Sapiens. Just as the young Homo Sapiens urinate involuntarily out of fear when put under certain conditions, the felines tend to defecate when they are in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Ruling Heads of the House continues to have breakfast&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.35: Moved car so the High Priestess could perform the necessary purification rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Spent time on music and manga, ever so trying hard to contain sushi craving]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.13pm: Tidies up room, showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.59pm: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Had a change of clothes to go to Supasave and realized I was putting on a free striptease for anyone fortunate to see this young 19 year old boy through his half-open window. *LMAO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm: Off to Supasave and KB. Spent much of my time eating my Cadbury Peppermint Chocolate…And I bought the cheesecake I have so long desired (about 4 months) and it’s now happily thawing itself in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.56pm: Me back go out, yes? Yes. Didn’t cross any incidents that could confer upon me fatality. So yay. *imaginatively hops around room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00pm: Had sambal and cucumber slices and exchanged a few words with the High Priestess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.04pm: WiFi is still not on. I have a bad feeling about this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.21pm: Rained. Gave myself a rest and laid on my Yoga mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Further zombifying around the house ensued&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00pm: Watched Stomp the Yard with The Familyhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.10pm: ZOMG! I can go ONLINE!!! *reads blog* ZOMG!!! I feel LOVEDDD!!!! Thanx for the taggies!!! Feels very warm n fuzzy inside huhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.18pm: *reads yesterdays blog for no reason* Hmm, I forgot the word head..Was wishin for an angel to come and turn my head backwards...Now I don;t though....*Hyper from taggies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.20pm: Watched Pocong 2 with the Familyhood. Was halway finished whenI came to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indon chick from movie: "Maaf ya Bu, tapi saya&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; butuh&lt;/span&gt; sangat informasi ini..."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hahah, Butuh tah nya lagi, sudah jua pocong&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;*room filled with laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.59pm: Think it's time to call it yet another day. I bid ye farewell, readers. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-3431823574729462717?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3431823574729462717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=3431823574729462717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3431823574729462717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3431823574729462717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/12/location-perumahan-rakyat-jati-seria.html' title='A Piece of Heaven'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3779933881130052939</id><published>2007-12-16T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T05:11:59.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decaying out of Boredom</title><content type='html'>Location: Me room.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored. Have a feeling I'd be like this the whole day long. Wish I had an imaginary friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.15: Hail Me, World! For I am the Lord of Dawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30: Mamam Mi Sedap sama Daging Sweet &amp;amp; Sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.07: Listening to music. Arbintra By Rurutia Rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00: YAYY! WiFi is on! *E.Vyle Cackle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;10.00: Reminiscing on yesterday....Aha, didn't blog. Came back late from JP, around 12.04 huhu. Saw a car on flames on my way back, the rest of the journey was freaky...Hmm...Oh well, made it back safe. Thank God. Thanx Peeps for the Outinh k? Seeing forward to another one soon huhu...I'll just read you peeps punya blog when I want to remember this ehe...Very the siuk, yes? Yes! Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.45: Frolicked with cat. Very Fun. Must do Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.22: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;……………..&lt;em&gt;ade&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm? *gets back to music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;…..&lt;em&gt;paade&lt;/em&gt;…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Who dat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;…………..&lt;em&gt;caapaaadeee&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who dat?! Why you dis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;…..&lt;em&gt;xccaapaaadeee&lt;/em&gt;…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Wha…what are you? Please…go away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;..&lt;em&gt;Exxcaapaaadeee&lt;/em&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh….Excapade..N..no..I can’t..please, go way. I beg of you! *cowers in a dark corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;EXXCAAPAADEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Please, no! Go away! I can’t! I CAN’T! Get away from me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;SSUUUUSSSSHHH!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! *puts wallet in the middle of both palms and prayed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Spirit of Budgeting and Finance, I invoke Thee!&lt;br /&gt;Protect me from unholy Evil&lt;br /&gt;Bequeath upon me Thy light and benevolence&lt;br /&gt;I beseech Thee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wallet glows with white light*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;NOOOOOO!!!! SUSHEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, what just happened…Oh well…*goes back to music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Blogger is suffering from severe sushi deprivation and is hallucinating badly&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.48: Want half-boiled eggs. Boils 2 eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.54: Unf*cks f*cked-up room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.56: *goes to the kitchen and found eggs pretty much boiled n hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: “Nah. Hahah. Masak talurnya ah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmoher: “Mana inda alai atu ditinggalnya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.04: Continues unf*cking f*cked-up room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.46: F*ucked-upness of room reduced to 31%. Bathed room with purifying sunlight. Took a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.58: WiFi gone. Misery takes over. Life being drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.00: Oh Meri Gawrd He! It’s On Again! Ave~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.30: Tried Lee's polo on. I think I'd loo shmexier if I don't have extra blubber...Bowh, apakan...Thanks Lee! I don't really have that much green in my wardrobe, or &lt;em&gt;lemarih&lt;/em&gt;, or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.59: I am thinking about sushi again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not long after...Wan starts talking to himself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan: “Hey prick.”&lt;br /&gt;Wan:&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; “Oh, helew bitch”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wan: “A boring day, isn’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;Wan: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“Ahaa…I definitely agree.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wan: “Going round KB seems like such a nice idea now, doncha think?&lt;br /&gt;Wan: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“Ooh, Ooh! We could go round Mumong and maybe we can see something interesting. *grins*”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan: “Ooh, good idea! Been a long time since we’ve seen em, ne?”&lt;br /&gt;Wan: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“I agree. You think that person is smart enough to enter UBD next year?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan: “That’s cruel, you know. It is a sad fact though. The name will be the first I’d search for when I can get my hands on that list…*eyes gleam evilly and rubs hands together*”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.12: ZOMG!!!! My hard disk fell! But it's ok...Or is it? Jeng jeng jeng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.15: Off to KB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.00: I'm Baaacccckkk!!! Huhu. Now let's see what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wanted to go to Supasave and buy the ready made fridge cheesecake thing in a box, but I was wearing just my shorts and a &lt;em&gt;old skool &lt;/em&gt;t-shirt...commando g tue, nda jua bisai *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wan: "You think those were the brothers?"&lt;br /&gt;Wan: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Most probably. They did come out from &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; house, ne~~.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan: "Lets give em a codename. I propose Y. Huhu.."&lt;br /&gt;Wan: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"I propose 'Sigma', ahaha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan: "Don't you think Y is more practical?"&lt;br /&gt;Wan: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ooh, you are very the right!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan: "You did see Y's car right?"&lt;br /&gt;Wan: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Uh-huh. But I don't see the Mazda Y was in a few months ago..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan: "Maybe it wasn't Y. Sure really did look like Y though. Hmm...Oh well, let's just hope Y is smart enough to go to UBD next year."&lt;br /&gt;Wan: &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Yes! This &lt;em&gt;project&lt;/em&gt; of ours has been on hiatus for far too long."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan &amp;amp; Wan: *Cackles vehemently evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Skipped Death again..Booyaa...Haha. Fell asleep during driving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't think anyone can get lost in KB..huhu...Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My windshield is dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Nokia 6280 charges faster in the car than with the usual charger I use at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Earth is round, just as the Sphinx is not a rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All in all, it was a nice drive. Very calming. Huhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.00: Too tired for yoga. Did push-ups and sit-ups instead. I seriously need a gym partner. Anyone up for it? Huhu...Just once a week to the gym would be nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.44: I think I'll retire early today so I won't try to search for food. {takes a shower}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.56: Bored. Just simply bored. Just wished an angel would descend down to my room and turn my 180 degres to the back with a very gratifying snap. That would be interesting. I think i should hire an outing partner. Bowh. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.00: I'll just stop here and call it a day. Tag me k, so I feel lurved...Huuhuu...Ok, papai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's there again. But not as strong.I know it'll come back. I wonder what will happen tomorrow...Picked up my phone, but placed it back. Just didn't dare to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-3779933881130052939?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3779933881130052939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=3779933881130052939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3779933881130052939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3779933881130052939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/12/7.html' title='Decaying out of Boredom'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-74184814683921744</id><published>2007-12-15T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T05:37:59.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holy Grail</title><content type='html'>Location: In my inner sanctum, on Word…&lt;br /&gt;Why is your table a mess?: Blame it on the stars, I was born lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, new format?: I like new things…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;5.35am&lt;/span&gt;: OMG! Count the sheeps! Quick, Quick! *ZzZzZzZz*…Whew…*plays with Little Red Roasted Duck in Dreamland…*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;7.30am&lt;/span&gt;: I think I should just embrace my destiny…O Fate, what art thou thinking? So I listened to music I just got last nite from LcK and read &lt;em&gt;mangas&lt;/em&gt;…*smirks* I want mooree~~~…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;9.00am&lt;/span&gt;: Kitchen. Indomee. Scrambled Eggs. Tea. Coffee. Ate happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.24am: Discontent, Dissatisfied. More Indomee? Nah…Settled on two half boiled eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9.32am&lt;/span&gt;: OM GAWD! My eggs! Haaa….Oh well…Settled on three-quarter boiled eggs and kicap manis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;9.45am&lt;/span&gt;: *Feels guilty for not washing dishes*…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ke mana kita Ma&lt;/span&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother: “&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah, ni kan membayar aing, lampu...(etc)”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Owh..Bah&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;9.56am&lt;/span&gt;: Realised my English is gradually deteriorating all of the sudden. Note to self, start reading books! Oh yeah, I washed the dishes…(^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10.00am&lt;/span&gt;: My laptop kept on detecting linksys, but its very low…It does that every once in a while, but I never really bothered. But today was different…So I went hunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------THE HUNT BEGINS!!-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unsure at first. Would I really find what I am looking for? Heavens, my poor heart was beating ever so rapidly just simply out of this anticipation. I could feel the adrenaline rush within me. My head was constantly filled with the ideas of what I am capable of doing if I find it, it was so fast a rush I felt dizzy and nauseous but euphoric at the same time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was in my second sibling’s room. Was I really seeing what I’m seeing? It…it got stronger, my Dear God! Is it here? It has to be here! It just has to be! I can feel it! But where? I treaded the whole room, it must be hidden somewhere. A place not all could find, a place pristine and clandestine in nature. The corner? So on I went. It got stronger! As if I could feel it pulsating! Oh what joy! I made my way to that corner, faster with each step…and it…was gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I…I was filled with grief. Dissappointed. I was broken. This pain…it feels like a thousand shatter of glasses running through the vessels in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, NO! This cannot be! It was never a hallucination; I utterly refuse to believe it is not here. I must persist, yes, persistence would lead me to virtue! Persevere my heart! We *will* find it! I searched the room again, coming out of that damned corner with this new found strength. Determination overwhelms me, covering my soul with this light that will shine my way to it. Where are you, my Holy Grail…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was in the middle of this place…and then there it was, as strong as ever. Oh, I am in euphoria. This blissful feeling. What jubilation! I found it, Eureeka! Oh I am not ready for this. What…what should I do? Owh, oohh…I feel nauseous again, oh my…*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----FIN------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;10.15am&lt;/span&gt;: Quest completed. I found it alright. In my bro’s room,18Mbps the highest as yet. Surfing Spree! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;11.00am&lt;/span&gt;: Went to the kitchen for a glass of tea and my lil sister asked me if I could lull the cat to sleep. “&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Abg Ibob mau tidurkan ia&lt;/span&gt;?”..”&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Bah&lt;/span&gt;..” So I took the pitifully-named poorlittle thing to my arms went to my room duduk dapan mija menidurkan ia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;11.02am&lt;/span&gt;: Aww, it did the cutest little act! I was busily scratching it to sleep when it stretched and then rested its paw and head on my chest…Ooh, sucha cute little thing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;11.04am&lt;/span&gt;: The damned cat didn’t want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;11.05am&lt;/span&gt;: It climbed out of my grasp and started rummaging through my table of messiness and chaos. Went back to surfing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;11.27am&lt;/span&gt;: Okay I almost made a fatal hole on my back and hence kill myself. The freakin extension was freakinly sitting behind my freakin back (I’m sitting on the floor with my laptop up on a chair. In my bro’s room) and my freakin Nokia charger was plugged on and stood very the freakin erectly, aha…So I was trying to lie down, remaining oblivious, and almost killed myself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.35am: “I solemnly declare that I will not eat again for at least 2 hours before Yoga this noon.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;11.38am&lt;/span&gt;: *heats up curry and puts in more sugar…*…What? I’m just human…*cackles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;12.08pm&lt;/span&gt;: Vained…zomg…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.03pm: Haha, I almost screwed up my blog very the royally…Wooh…Everything is okay now…Breathe, Wan, breathe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3.30pm&lt;/span&gt;: -{Took a shower}-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Spent the time fixing my Friendster a bit, uploading songs for this blog, and doing other nonsense&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4.00pm&lt;/span&gt;: Y.O.G.A!! Honoring the light that is within me…Ommm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;5.30pm&lt;/span&gt;: Died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;6.30pm&lt;/span&gt;: Resurrection. Surf Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm: Ahaa..spent the time screwin my Friendster again, found good wallpapers and changed a few colours then wanted to view it. My browser couldn't show it. Haa...I thought I really screwed the thing but I tried viewin other profs and the same thing happened. Thank goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;7.58pm&lt;/span&gt;: Hey! Its ok now! woohoo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.36pm: Finally! I have finished updating my FS peeps, check it out if you want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.37pm: I think I'll just end it here for now. Tag me Ok?&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could see you again…Just one more time…I forgot one thing, something I didn’t mention before, the CDs…Now I have a pair of shoes, a ticket, fond memories and the CDs…Makes me smile when I remember the movie we watched, and that was when I started taking an interest in Korean movies…*laughs* We never really finished Full House, did we? Sometimes I ask why do I even bother writing this, then I remind myself those were so great a time I wouldn’t want to forget…You revealed to me so many things, so precious I’d cherish them forever…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-74184814683921744?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/74184814683921744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=74184814683921744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/74184814683921744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/74184814683921744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/12/holy-grail.html' title='The Holy Grail'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3568876364248944645</id><published>2007-12-14T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T05:06:10.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Vanity...</title><content type='html'>Location: LcK's&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, but why are you on &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; laptop instead of yours?: My laptop couldn't detect her wifi for some reason, so I'm using her laptop....&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, what's that?: Oh, its Blueberry Cheesecake from Mum's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early, as usual...*sighs*...what am I going to do with myself...Anyway, went straight to the kitchen and found french fries, hard as rocks...My grandmother fried it again (leftovers from yesterday). Hmm...Then I went to the living room and played with Tompok...seriously...its a pitiful name...and spent much of my morning playing with her, gradually tidying up my room a bit, accompanied my mother to buy some potatoes, ate Mom's chicken curry (the only curry I approve of eating without a second thought) and was busy chomping through a piece of chicken when I remembered what day it was, ahaa...There was less than an hour before prayer, so I took a shower then got ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the chance to visit Seria and pray here at the big mosque, take note of the Imam...His voice has the power to calm and purify you when he starts reciting...Seriously...How can I describe it....it's like you can feel a blast of warm aura emanating from him when he starts a &lt;em&gt;Surah&lt;/em&gt;...Ooohh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight home right after, and texted LcK if she wanted to accompany me to Mum's and told her I'd be there in a while...I was packing my laptop when the side of my vision caught a glance at my room mirror and looked, only to realise my hair was  a complete mess, more chaotic than usual...Then I made a resolution; find a hairstyle that suits me this very day...So on I went treading through a journey of sticky hair mud and a multitude of combs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I failed, and declared today to be A Bad Hair Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I spent almost an hour and made LcK wait...bowh..Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked LcK up and to KB we went. I think I boyght fdar too much just for myself...what was it..Blueberry Cheesecake, Chicken Floss Bun, Chicken Sau Pau, Chicken Pie and an Apple Danish...huhuhu...Spent the whole of my afternoon here at LcK's, watched animes, some stupid vids on Youtube..*laughs*..You really should check this out, Vanilla Sky Umbrella...Its Rihanna's parody to Umbrella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what else we did? Haa...we V.A.I.N.E.D~~~...Ahaa...Never knew vaining could be so much fun huhu..I think she'll post some of em on her blog so go thre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, its almost  nine..Gtg peeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened in me...Something must have happened, I don't think about it as much as the usual today. But I know it's still there, moving on seems so impossible now...maybe this hope still hasn't died yet, and I ask myself will it ever do so...That ticket, the sentimental value it holds, whenever I see it..there is like a flood of memories overwhelming me...And this aching void gnaws deeper when it does...I wonder if this will ever end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-3568876364248944645?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3568876364248944645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=3568876364248944645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3568876364248944645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3568876364248944645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/12/of-vanity.html' title='Of Vanity...'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-7954084594340974327</id><published>2007-12-13T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T07:34:46.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethargic Silence</title><content type='html'>Location: Home, in the comfort of my own little sanctum…&lt;br /&gt;Where are you typing this?: Word..&lt;br /&gt;Why?: Felt like it..&lt;br /&gt;Btw, what’s your aim for next semester?: To look healthy, fit and yummy! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't blog yesterday, but you ought to know why *grins*. But today was different, I just had to, despite my B-mob credit...Hmm, let me recap on what I did…[insert time warp sound effect here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I woke up quite early today, and then realized it was early so I went back to sleep again, and I think I did this twice and finally woke up on 8:30, or 7:30…*sigh*..Why can’t I just be normal and wake up when its almost nighttime the next day like all the others do…After that, the first thing I did was walk to the kitchen to hunt for food…Can; help it, it’s a morning ritual to holy to deny…*grins* Hmm, I wonder if I’ve brushed my teeth yet…Oh well…Looked around the dining table (it’s not that big, mind you, just a tad smaller than 1 squared meter. But you never know what you might miss!) and guess what I found…well, you don’t have to bother guessing, because I’d inevitably tell you…MURTABAKS! Haa…And judging from the gravy, its from WYWY…Yeah, you know what happened next…Lets just skip that part…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice meal, I finally woke up…and realized I’m not in the hostel. Which means, my friends wouldn’t be around…Then I got depressed…and felt all hungry again. Well, I was never full from the start *lol*…It’s like a gnawing, eerie void in me, sucking everything in until what’s left is just this saddening lethargic silence…which makes me sleepy, hence the term. I miss you peeps…I really can’t wait to see you guys again…Come to think of it, I was never in the holiday mood to begin with, ever since I got back, and I should logically with respect to all that is normal feel quite happy and relieved, right? Hmm, I really miss the hostel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my laptop around 8:30, which means I woke up at 7:30, when I thought of Excapade…But I shoved it off thinking of how mush I have left in my account and in my wallet…So I took out the pc game I bought yesterday – Fable. The Lost Chapters and Dawn of Magic – and tried to install them. DOM didn’t work because my freaking graphics card couldn’t freaking support the freaking shaders or whatever of the freaking game. Motherhumper….The I tried installing the other one, well yeah, it worked. Otherwise I’d be fuming &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; depressed…It’s the normal fantasy game but better, relatively. Its about a boy who dreams of becoming a hero, sometimes a wizard and other times  a villain, unaware of what destiny ahs in store for the poor freak. Every actions you make determines your alignment and would ultimately affect the ending bla bla bla…All in all, its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excapade came back, with one whole wave of ideas. I was thinking of going to a bakery (Mum’s) and buy something with cheese, go Excapading, jogging, go to Bandar, go to Tutong’s Soon Lee, and do Yoga. It was around 11:15 I think when I messaged LcK saying I was bored and hungry, because I was bored and hungry…And she pointed out that I’m all yper when I’m bored and hungry, judging from my message, which started with me shouting out her name…Hmm…So I proposed Excapading and the Wifi-ing..She wanted to stay at home and have lunch because apparently her mother was cooking her favourite meal, I forgot to ask what…I looked out of my room and noticed my mother was still sleeping…*blank* Then I felt like tidying up my room simply because it was the perfect image of chaos. And then I decided to go to Mum’s and go treat myself with cheese before I start tidying up my room. Just when I was about to finally decide to go, the Spirit of Financing and Budgeting bellowed above my head the amount of money I currently possess and the length of this holiday…So I didn’t go…And when I started to neaten up my room and open a plastic bag that was on the floor, it came to me…Where the heck am I going to put all of this stuff if I take it out? So I did the math and calculated that my room is relatively better-looking with all the things still in pitiful plastic bags rather than being somewhere else that’ll downgrade my room to something similar to the fiery pits of Hell..I surrendered and did Yoga instead…And I have never felt so proud…Oh yeah, I asked Lck to accompany me to jog later on…So I still had time to kill before jogging time (5pm) and played Fable…Yeah yeah, I won’t elaborate on this…This blog is long as it already is now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played for an hour or so, got tired, laid my pillow on my Yoga mat still on the floor, pastu ampai-ampai atas lantai, beulit-ulit sama paluk ku tersayang…*glows for no reason*  I think I took a shower right after Yoga then I went ‘ampai-ampai atas lantai’. Then I:- played Tekken with my sisters (Hwoarang is still so cool, and so is Jin); virtually cleaned my laptop; cleared up my table a bit; transferred all my songs, pics, and vids to my *Brand New SATA 120GB Prezmate Hard Disk* (which reaped $129 out of me); charged my very the fake iPod Shuffle; roamed around the house like a ghost; jumped around with the family cat (likes to paw and bite people, and look cute at the same time, and eats custard pie…and according to my mother, she’ll lick the custard off first then eat the crust, and is called Tompok, just like any other cat that has crossed path with my mother); tried watching 30 Days of Night, got bored, and ended up scanning through the movie…*lmao* And then  it was almost time to jog. Did a bit of Yoga again to warm-up and then drove to pick up LcK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OGDC, Seria – The sky looked dull and gloomy, just the way I like it…Bad for jogging though. Walked for one lap then I jogged, all the time listening to my infinitely fake Shuffle (you might notice I am actually agitated by my Shuffle, because the left Next button doesn’t work). Did approximately five laps, with two laps of jogging..I think…And then it rained (5:45pm approx)…*sigh* I recall saying to LcK, “my eyes did more workout then my legs…” *laughs* It was true though….Told her I’d be coming over her house to wifi later on the way sending her back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoommee….I rested, rested and rested. And then I died. Until it was 8:30 and I took a nice 20 mnute shower. I was drying myself when I noticed the firmness of my tummy, so allow me digress a bit…’Palmolive Thermal Spa Shower Creme with Seaweed Extract, Really Firms Up Your Skin in just 2 Weeks!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt tired still and texted LcK I won’t be coming after all, and told her I’m craving for chocolate for no reason, and I really was…So I drove to shop for chocolates, like the glutton I am. Ended up buying Green Tea (which tastes like detergent), Mars - simply because it’s the next best thing, One Whole Big Bar of Cadbury Dairy Milk, and a box Vegeta Fiber Life so I could live longer…Oh yeah, you know of the vent in Seria? The one that spews fire? It’s the BSP thing near BSP…So yeah, it was flaring very the significantly, and it kinda lighted the whole dark sky with an eerie, orange glow…The first word that came to my mind was ‘Perdition’..hmm.,Anyway, when I parked and got out of my car, the flame was now even bigger and it was pulsating…Scary…Then, right after shopping, it rained…and the fire was out…*Divine Mercy*…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home and almost immediately started typing off today…And here I am…Yay, ~FIN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still bothers me, sometimes it aches, other times it smothers me. All that is left is a pair of shoes, a ticket and these fond memories…It agitates me as to why I still feel all this, and sometimes I find myself filled with regret. All I can do now is persevere and live on…I do feel a bit warmer, a bit of the old burden, one of the two,  has been lifted, just because of a few small things that has managed to find a way to put a pure smile on this face, ever so feigning happiness…I beseech Thee, heal me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-7954084594340974327?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7954084594340974327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=7954084594340974327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/7954084594340974327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/7954084594340974327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/12/lethargic-silence.html' title='Lethargic Silence'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-1125644939617885873</id><published>2007-12-11T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T07:56:56.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbances...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm really sorry...whoever you are..you too LcK...I'm only being me, the Divine Procrastinator...*glows*...I still can't find a stable internet connection yet, and if you see short posts, its mean what? Thats mean I'm posting with my phone..So here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: LcK's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?!: Abusing her wifi...bowh...And I really need to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from UBD, now in Seria, still in my black &lt;em&gt;cara melayu&lt;/em&gt;...Hmm...Let me first intro you to something a bit..The residential college of UBD has an organisation of committees made of hostelites only...It generally consists of the Head Peeps, one from the boys and one from the girls; the &lt;em&gt;Pengerusi(Head Dude and Head Lady) of RESCO, Secretariat and the Money Keeper (RESCO&lt;/em&gt; is the name of the organisation)...and a few other Somewhat Equally Important Peeps; The Bureaus. And I just got appointed as the Head of the Bureau of Photography and Publicity last night, hard to say what I felt actually...But yeah, I accepted...It was a last minutev thing, and many other bureaus were empty because they can't find replacements yet...I'm starting to think its some sort of a sign that says something that is definitely not in the favour of the person I'm talking about, and I'm talking about the Head Dude...Bowh...Oh well, I still have a few semesters to find out...Aanyway, the Dissolving of the Old RESCO and Appointment of the New RESCO Ceremony (sounds very archaic eh?..heheh) was held very humbly and mediocrely at the Female Audi...And all preparations were made by RESCO herself, even the certificates of appreciation, ketters of appointment, refreshments bla bla bla...I don't know, but it just doesn't seem right...Refreshments I can accept...But...Oh well...Sometimes I wonder if this RESCO is even a part of UBD, specifically referring to Student Welfare....It's like we're left alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the bright side though, we would learn so many things, all with just our bare hands...haa...Still have lots of time to figure this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is...Its the HOLIDAYS..And I'm already starting to decay out of boredom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we had some sort of a briefing by BIOCOP; Brunei's Wildlife Conservation Thing (I'm a member) around 2pm at UBD today, a few hours before the RESCO function (7.30pm). There is going to be an exhibiton next year around May and we need to prepare around now-ish..*sighs*...Basically we were divided into three groups, the Kerangas Group, Mangrove and the Mixed Dipterocrap Forest Group (all those weird names are just the types of forest you can d=find in this country). Our task is to collect leaves and twigs and branches and other whatnots for our booth (oh yeah, I'm in MDF along with Najib, Mun and some guy named Andrey). We are to make a big model of a &lt;em&gt;Tristania&lt;/em&gt; tree, a tree you can usually find in MDF (google it up if you want). Our main goal is to make our booth &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;like a real forest, with sounds of ghostly cicadas and all of those other eerie forest sounds at night...Yup, we will be going to a forest at night and record those sounds...Huhu...I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; looking forward to this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended around 3-ish and we were supposed to go swimming, (Jiman, Mus, Is, me) and I was messaged by the new Head Dude to go and help out preparing for the function and be at the Female Audi at 4...And down went my plan on swimming...*sighs heavily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went there and did a bit of typing and cutting and searching for names and pasting them on envelopes and all the other things you do when you are preparing for a function such as this..haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go back to the hostel and get ready in my friend's room. I do have to admit I was quite nervous. Then we went to the ceremony. all formal and dull just like any other formal and dull ceremonies. After the ceremony was the fun part, Cam W.H.O.R.E.s in Action!!!! Sorry, I don't have any good pics to upload...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much after that, and went back, and here I am blogging...And I need to go home...And I think I just blogged too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much has happened quite recently, and sometimes I find myself breaking down...Such a sad life...I still have to move on though...The two are still on my mind, being the core of these disturbances I'm currently persevering through. Heaven help me...One to do with reality and the other, insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not really a surprise how reality can be so cruel, but when it slaps you right on the face with cold, hard facts..you start to feel how cruel it can really be...These memories I hold, on rather cling on, pains me and yet I still won't let go...Sometimes I ponder onto myself and ask why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity. Quite a perfect word to describe this other thing of me. I never really liked sharing, simply because of trust...Its hard for me to give it away...Tried to change and gave it, and I regret...It is utterly depressing you see, to share and trust someone and all you get back are just...something you shouldn't logically and morally get back. Do you know how severe peer pressure can be? Its when you start telling others secrets you shouldn't be telling just to be close to that person your telling. Its like you feel content and warm and fuzzy because you have shared something &lt;em&gt;important, &lt;/em&gt;and you feel your friendship becomes stronger just because you now have something only &lt;em&gt;you and that person&lt;/em&gt; knows and have something to talk about when no one is around. I know, its confusing, but I don't know how else to put it..ANd I'm getting wuite specific, of which I shouldn't be if I reach this part..Oh well..I think it's yime to get those walls back up again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-1125644939617885873?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1125644939617885873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=1125644939617885873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/1125644939617885873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/1125644939617885873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/12/disturbances.html' title='Disturbances...'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-5388442484341269942</id><published>2007-12-06T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T02:12:45.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebirth</title><content type='html'>Okay...I'm Back...And this is especially for you LcK...An entire post dedicated to you...Haha..I know, I'm the perfect image of a procrastinator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear LcK,&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible. Haha. I need a counselling session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was actually planning to make  a new blog and signed up...only to find this thing still exist. Making a new one was too much of a  hassle so I'm sticking with this...So let's get on with this...And I'm making this thing short for now...time is currently not on my side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Coffee Zone&lt;br /&gt;Smell: Very ciggarettey&lt;br /&gt;How I feel: I feel very I don't know what...seriously, it's an amalgamy of too many things...and I'm not even sure if that word exists...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up relatively quite late today (around 7 something something) in Mus' room, with Najib on the floor and me on the bed...And here were three people in the room..So do the math..Haha&lt;br /&gt;Felt very tired, agitated, *bangas*, *mihir, *kamah*, and hungry...like always. And like always, it lasted only for a few minutes...Haha...And then what happened after escapes me..Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;- went back to my room&lt;br /&gt;- went to Jiman's room...yayy..Warcraft..&lt;br /&gt;- took a very unsatisfying shower&lt;br /&gt;- played warcraft&lt;br /&gt;- i hate Warcraft&lt;br /&gt;- Kachik came in...and we talked about very serious matters...Oohh&lt;br /&gt;- Went to the Mall and checked my bank account&lt;br /&gt;- It CAME OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Now otw to excapade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm in a rush and i feel very disoriented...as reflected by this blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-5388442484341269942?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5388442484341269942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=5388442484341269942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5388442484341269942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5388442484341269942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/12/rebirth.html' title='Rebirth'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-3009035256967653017</id><published>2007-07-19T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T01:59:47.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaga....</title><content type='html'>It was last two days ago when we had our farewell party for those OGDCeans who have left and are going to leave...Kinda sad, with the speeches and all...Oh well, that's life folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is really interesting...It's like OGDC enters a new era as a new batch of new peeps come. As time goes by, you get this amalgamation of creativity and simply flat out 'Difference' in almost everything. It's fun and intriguing, don't you think? How people can control the atmosphere just by being them, all on their own, in their own rights, and you get another thing when people are with other people...But some things never change here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, Ever...will you find people who are normal with a stable state of mind....Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always this thing that still keeps us here despite the emotional and physical stress...It is this thing that drive ourselves to go to WYWY after work, despite the tiredness, and talk and eat and talk again on of all that is nonsense and all that is not. It is also this...thing...that reminds us of our other peeps to bring along to Bandar and hang out, despite the time being after payday or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also this thing that drags me into a small dark corner of dilemma and frustration, spiralling into a saddening world of sadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I will be leaving soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...At least I hope I'll be leaving soon...I'll have to wait for that darn list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, no matter how much I try to sound and look okay, but I just can't. The nervousness and the nagging questions keeps overwhelming me. What would I do if I don't get my Degree? How in God's name am I to go out with just an A level qualification in my hands? Haha....I'm going crazy....I sound like some character from a book...It's so...typical....But it's happening! Gawd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-3009035256967653017?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3009035256967653017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=3009035256967653017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3009035256967653017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/3009035256967653017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/07/gaga.html' title='Gaga....'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-4716535089408827911</id><published>2007-07-13T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T04:15:15.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't kill me...</title><content type='html'>I know!! I know.....I'm a procrastinating prick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I'm stressed about Uni and all that my mind is blocked...seriously....Dear God.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels horrible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like there's this heavy, heaving thing in my chest. And I'm becoming even loonier than usual in my office....And I tend to zombify here and there quite frequently lately....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-4716535089408827911?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4716535089408827911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=4716535089408827911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4716535089408827911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/4716535089408827911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/07/please-dont-kill-me.html' title='Please don&apos;t kill me...'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8812501931841183801</id><published>2007-07-01T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T05:36:03.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27th of June</title><content type='html'>This was the DAY!!!! And I haven't packed my things....Was supposed to pack last night....Felt all energized after my shower and saw it was already 9.05 pm...What the hell...Sleepy time! And I ended up having this day only left to pack....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really felt like I wanted to bounce all over OGDC when I got there....Was really anticipating UBD Sci &amp; Tech....We were expecting a visit from some department around 12 pm and everyone was wanting to go out at lunchtime; Tessa had to go home to pack (me too), Ayu had to go somewhere, Zul was goin to KB for lunch, ending up with no one left to man the Hall..So we acted like true OGDCeans and planned who goes out first...Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayu and me felt hungry so we went to Ideal and we ordered cappucino and fries...Found a cute little kitten when we were waiting and it was basking in the sun. Such an adorable little thing...Amd we found out later it had flu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the Hall, was busy happily eating when Liza called saying the visit was cancelled...Woohoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home around 11 (as planned whenthe visit was still on...*sigh*) and packed...I think I got more professional in packing for events because I did it in just like half an hour...Found some fried rice in the kirchen and my Grandmothe cooked some curry beef...Been a long time since I had kuch at home....Felt like a slice of heaven....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rechecked my things, kissed Gandma goodbye (I know...I'm such a aweet thing) said bye to my siblings and went back to OGDC, contemplating all the way back on whether I should buy that Nivea Face Matte Cream or not....And got o OGDC empty handed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went smoothly, got a few calls and messages from my peeps in Bandar asking to bring along a few things. Prepared this, photocopied that...And we were all set for Bandar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like nearly 4, the Time, when Tessa, G-Jul and me realised we forgot our half-our-lives pillows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was 4.10....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited....And ended up in the theatre buying food when the van arrived...WOOOHHOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we loaded the van and was on our way to Bandar!!! Here was what happened in the van...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I ate the maltesers I bought just a few minutes after boarding&lt;br /&gt;- Felt melancholic so I kept quiet and contemplated on my life like a highly philosophical creature...&lt;br /&gt;- Drank my Fruit Tea a good 15-20 minutes after leaving OGDC&lt;br /&gt;- Decided to listen to music on my laptop so I did...&lt;br /&gt;- I fell asleep...&lt;br /&gt;- Next thinh I knew we were close....But had to stop somewhere becaiuse the peeps of the van needed to go to the Place Where People Go When They Need To Pee...&lt;br /&gt;- Was on our way again and Harry's Simple Small Motor-Powered Shake Table ( a component necessary for our activity during the Week) fell off the seat and broke a few things...Oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;- And Poof! We were in Holiday Lodge.&lt;br /&gt;- Met the People of he First Batch, loaded their things into the van while we unloaded our things to check in to our rooms...&lt;br /&gt;- Took Pics like the Cam Whores we OGDCeans are and said goodbye to the peeps...And Hello Life in Holiday Lodge for 4 Days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-8812501931841183801?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8812501931841183801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8812501931841183801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8812501931841183801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8812501931841183801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/07/27th-of-june.html' title='27th of June'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-1833106880489006255</id><published>2007-07-01T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T05:09:59.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next day....26th of June....</title><content type='html'>Woke up bla bla bla....Nothing unusual today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OGDC was half a ghost town, most of us were up in Bandar....And we here are still waiting for our turn...Went to man the exhibition hall, and it was freaking cold as usual....I was like zombie-ing here and there, the day was practically more than boring...Still thinking of what awaits me in UBD...And the things I should be bringing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost 4 when G-Jul called saying Tessa and he wanted to go to Excapade...Oh well...I still can afford it so what the heck...Too bad Ali can't join since he has to go to Bandar...Parted be, parted be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Excapade, it was literally raining cats and dogs...in a metaphorical manner of course...Was kinda scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Excapade and I actually toned down on what I ordered....Such a miracle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, weirdly enough...It turned out to be sucj a boring day....Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-1833106880489006255?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1833106880489006255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=1833106880489006255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/1833106880489006255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/1833106880489006255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/07/next-day26th-of-june.html' title='The next day....26th of June....'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-1198561886294974463</id><published>2007-07-01T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T04:59:22.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooh....That's one long wait....</title><content type='html'>Yeah...I know...Been a long time since I updated....Spank me as hard as you want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, when did I last blogged...Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember about my off day on Monday? Well, to hell with it. Was sleeping soundly for like until 10 am and the next thing I remember I was in OGDC, and then POOF, I was in UBD Bandar stabbing hooks through brown panels so I could hang Global Warming posters....So yeah....And for those of you who has a slow brain....I worked on my day off...And guess what, that was my nly day off left last month, June...Didn't claim it though, and in all reality I ended up having just a  a day off last June, of which I totally can't remember what I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we finished setting up around 5 pm and went to the hotel we booked Holiday Lodge...Nice place, nice food even...I'd been staying there in a few days more....Then we went to a sucky restaurant and the food was below average...Amanah Harith I think was the name...Oh well....We went back to KB after dinner and all I could think of was all the things that would await me when its my group's turn to go to UBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep soundly that night....Wonder why....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-1198561886294974463?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1198561886294974463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=1198561886294974463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/1198561886294974463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/1198561886294974463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/07/woohthats-one-long-wait.html' title='Wooh....That&apos;s one long wait....'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-6731127177015719298</id><published>2007-06-24T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T04:55:43.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Today and Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>YAAAYYY!!! It's my OFF DAY TOMORROW!! For the second time in this month, I get to get my off. Seriously,work with no off is starting to pay its toll on me....I can't even remember what I did on my last off day...I know...I'm pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started rather slow and mellow and cold, just the way I like it....Besides, I have yet to find my sunshine to light up my life, ;), so lets just enjoy the dullness of life for now....Mushiness is so not me...LOL...Lest that person wants me to be....Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, our schizo science lab/storeroom needs major Mass Purification...And its partly my fault, because I spilled candle wax and oil all over...Yeah, I'm a bad boy..So spank me..Made my own Lava Lamp though. Not your conventional Lava Lamp you get at the store, just a simple Panadol Soluble powered Sunflower Oil/Coloured Water Lava Lamp. nad it was the fifth I made was the most successful. Made the first one with Nescafe jar, and the water kept sticking to the sides when it went up...So not what I wanted...Then the second and third was just with plastic bottles, wasn't satisfied...So I modified it and installed a fish tank bubble pump so it made 24 hour bubbles, and it worked!!!...But life isn't fair...Because if it was, I'd be in someone's lap by now listening to Innocence by Avril...*sigh*...Anyway, I turned the bubbles on too long while I was searchin for somethin to block thew hose with and it kinda emulsified the content, so the water turned into small, small droplets suspended in the clear oil and made the whole thing blue....Waaayy far from what I wanted...And just to add insult to injury, it leaked. It freakin leaked when I was on cloud nine decorating it with marbles  and strings, even though its blue and so far away from what I imagined, the hose got loose and it freakin leaked. I just had to be clever and used the glue gun and freakin melted the whole thing off..Yeah...Pathetic, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God is All Merciful, the last one was perfect, small, but perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time was ticking me off, and just a few more hours until I have to finish everything else and get ready for the Sci &amp;amp; Tech week. It just narrowed down and my whole existence went hyper and hectic...Kinda finished everything off in one hour...What a miraculous day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm sitting still here in OGDC blogging...I need the rest...Feels so much better now...Just another thing testifying to my natural writer-ness...Writing makes me feel like a burden just came off my shoulders...Though I would feel much better in someone's arms now...Oh well...Just wishful thinking...And I'm running out of things to say...I'll just take a nice, cool shower after this and sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then..Till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-6731127177015719298?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6731127177015719298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=6731127177015719298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6731127177015719298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/6731127177015719298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-today-and-tomorrow.html' title='Of Today and Tomorrow'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-5478764258700720255</id><published>2007-06-23T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T04:53:34.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!! My Second Post</title><content type='html'>Ahh...The cruel and crisp body-stabbing coldness of WYWY, it's hard-to-say-if-this-is-even-comfortable sofa-ish red chair, the sound of people bickering and snickering, the semi-nice food, the I-Am-Professional ambience...All is what it should be...Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just got back from work,went to my house for a while and changed because I spilled melted candle wax over my clothing, and now sitting in WYWY with Ali...Quite a hectic day today...My Head of Department was there, and I miraculously found everything I needed to find within the last week he was not around in just 10 minutes..Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to UBD next week for a Sci &amp; Tech Week...Really looking forward to this...Something to add up to the memories...:) Oh well...What a nice way to end the month..I still have things to do, and while I could be doing my work at home, I'm in a  restaurant typing out my work while I drool over something and updating my Friendster...Wooh, now this is called multi-tasking...See, I *can* handle my work and social life in a  good balance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm running out of words..Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-5478764258700720255?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5478764258700720255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=5478764258700720255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5478764258700720255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/5478764258700720255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay-my-second-post.html' title='Yay!! My Second Post'/><author><name>Shye A.D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17018199930430276022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AqX7_Ch7-pQ/SRFrvswVp7I/AAAAAAAAABE/njy5fIgnEr8/S220/21012590ggh9l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473124692353102296.post-8297545940006954786</id><published>2007-06-23T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T04:04:38.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! I'm back in the blogging business...</title><content type='html'>Yeap, I'm back in the business alright, for the fifth or sixth time...Yeah, I know..I'm pathetic...Kinda forgot where my blogs were before, I think it's still in Yahoo....Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make this official....I declareth WYWY KB my Base of Updating;First Degree, ranking first only after OGDC, my Base of Updating;Second Wing...Wawawawawa.......Use n Abuse, peeps....I shall Rant &amp;amp; Ramble, as fittingly and wholly as possible in this blog...and try not to forget I even have m own blog just like the others....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473124692353102296-8297545940006954786?l=seraphicsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8297545940006954786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7473124692353102296&amp;postID=8297545940006954786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8297545940006954786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7473124692353102296/posts/default/8297545940006954786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seraphicsilence.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay-im-back-in-blogging-business.html' title='Yay! 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