<?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-5804655261687770176</id><updated>2011-08-28T21:25:16.392+08:00</updated><category term='Walk on with hope in your heart and you&apos;ll never walk alone'/><title type='text'>The Japanese-Spanish Has Spoken!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-5103738411461384577</id><published>2010-12-01T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:47:58.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back Again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It has been sooooo long since I've had the urge to blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sorry to all my fans (if any) for disappearing abruptly and not explaining myself. I'll take this chance to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;took a break from blogging to go on an adventure at the Bermuda Triangle and finally uncover the truth about the mysterious disappearances of boats and planes that travelled close to it. After getting lost for 5 days at the maze that is Raffles City's basement (I don't freaking get the place, so confusing) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;finally managed to find the elusive NS6 line. Check the MRT Network map. It's not there! You know why? That's the station for wizards to go to Hogwarts. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/TPYQJW2_3UI/AAAAAAAAAVc/m22kNXqQyLk/s1600/tn_networkmap_big_140410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545637744094469442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/TPYQJW2_3UI/AAAAAAAAAVc/m22kNXqQyLk/s320/tn_networkmap_big_140410.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;After months of intel gathering,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;found out that jumping off from the train halfway on its path to Hogwarts can get him to Bermuda Triangle. After secretly boarding the train in Ron Weasley's bag, V leapt off the train mid way through its journey as planned and landed on the Bermuda Triangle. It was a rough landing because the place was literally littered with Ah Bengs with Rubix cubes, completing the puzzle within 15 seconds, acting nonchalant for 5 seconds afterwards and saying, "You donno wan ah!" before proceeding to 'reset' the cube and redo it... times infinity. Almost lost my mind. Too bad for the Beng I landed on. His rubix days are OVER! To the west was the entire filming set of one of the most boring TV shows on the planet, "Lost". They get the crew from the 'lost' ships and planes, make them panic and talk gibberish, film it and sell it to you losers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sadly, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;saw Ke$ha and learned that she actually came from the eastern part of the Triangle, which is where all the horrible singers of the world like herself and Rihanna come from. She doesn't bathe, as I've always suspected, and her tribal name is actually Makuchang which translates as Stinky Whore Who Can't Sing to Save Her Life and is Married to a Slab of Rock because, Apparently, That is One of the Few Things That Can Withstand Her Singing. Wonder where the commas are in the tribal name. Weird language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway to wrap it up, all bad things on Earth came from the Bermuda Triangle, and that includes the Black Eyed Peas and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;. See the link? No talent but strangely VERY popular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway I'm starting to find the term "Mat" is starting to become racist. This past month I was branded a 'Mat' twice by people who don't even know what it implies. I mean come on! I don't dress like them nor do I behave like one. Plus I'm Indian (I looooove using my mixed race as an escape) and Indians aren't 'Mats'. I are hungary. Need something to yeat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I finally posted something after so long because I got so bored of staring at the computer screen and closing my eyes while sitting still, hoping that I can tap into my subconcious and unleash my chakra to devastating effect at people who keeps 'nominating' me for True Yoga and Fitness First. STOP IT! I'M NOT INTERESTED! YOU SUCK! ALL OF YOU! It must be you Fiz. You can't say no to a girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway this Sunday will be my first formal wedding and I don't really have options for clothing. Hope I'll be able to find something soon. Can't wait to meet Pavan though. It's been so long since we've met. With Fiz, Timon and Pavan there, I'm sure it'll be a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-5103738411461384577?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5103738411461384577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5103738411461384577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5103738411461384577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-again.html' title='Back Again!'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/TPYQJW2_3UI/AAAAAAAAAVc/m22kNXqQyLk/s72-c/tn_networkmap_big_140410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-7153691876440601731</id><published>2010-04-09T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:47:47.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Take on Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Take on Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A transgender is asking for acceptance on Yahoo, saying he/she is also human. Wow. If you can accept that body of yours as human then accept the freaking gender it was made into. Don't go around asking people to accept something you know they won't like. We know you are human and it's not as if we're going to kill you. You didn't exactly come down in a spaceship saying, ''We are sexually confused but we come in peace!''. We are just not going to accept because there is a flaw in your demands. You think we hate transsexualism out of ignorance. The real reason why we do is because there is a fine line between 'ACCEPTING' and 'EMBRACING'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If I ACCEPT him/her and transsexualism, my child might grow up in a world where he/she thinks that it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to be like him/her. If my child decides to follow suit and EMBRACES the lifestyle then I'll only have myself to blame. So I'm sorry but ACCEPTANCE is too much to ask for. Take business for example. If the price of rice rises too much for people to tolerate, we could always boycott. Trust me the prices will fall again with patience. High supply with low demand means low costs. Not accepting transsexualism and homosexuality will act as a form of deterrence to more people than you think you could ever influence. If it only takes one man to start a war between nations, it is also possible that one person's change of opinion will go a long way in securing a brighter future for ourselves and future generations. Thank God Singapore isn't America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The reason I'm blogging it and not posting this on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; is because of the screwed up word limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-7153691876440601731?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7153691876440601731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-take-on-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7153691876440601731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7153691876440601731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-take-on-things.html' title='My Take on Things'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-8467237828782968134</id><published>2010-03-20T06:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T06:59:25.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DUBAI!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(OK I APOLOGISE FOR SCREWING UP AND THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED LIKE LAST JULY OR SOMETHING. SORRY! I FOUND IT IN MY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ARCHIVES&lt;/span&gt; SOMEHOW I DIDN'T PUBLISH IT BECAUSE I HAD A PROBLEM WITH MY COMPUTER AT THAT TIME. SO HERE IT IS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sand is the first word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sun is the second!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ocaciao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(pronounced as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OCA&lt;/span&gt;-CIAO)&lt;/span&gt; is the third!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The story begins when, after &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had gone to Dubai to be an air stewardess/cabin crew for Emirates, V bawled his eyes out everyday and kept annoying her with ''I MISS U''s and ''I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE U''s and ''DON'T GO OFF MARRYING A TYCOON OR A STEWARD/PILOT'' and ''COME HOME''s and "WHAT DID YOU EAT?I WANT THAT TOO!" and V annoyed himself too in the process. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So to shut me up, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bought &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; a ticket to go meet her! So cool of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;, she does have the Rapper moniker called "&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Coolest&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came back to Singapore first for a few days on Singapore flights and passed me the ticket. She planned it such that on the last flight back to Dubai from Singapore, I would be on the flight she was on. So, lucky me, I got to be served by her and got to watch her serving others and I must say I had this overwhelming sense of pride when I observed her doing her work. She's already doing what she has always wanted, and achieving your dream job isn't what most people can boast even through their entire lifetime. Hell, I'm not even working right now and I can't even achieve what I want, which is to be a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rockstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Blame me for not being realistic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; but that's just me. So proud of U &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;P.S. Great Service! Thank you for choosing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Emirates&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-8467237828782968134?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8467237828782968134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/03/dubai-ok-i-apologise-for-screwing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8467237828782968134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8467237828782968134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/03/dubai-ok-i-apologise-for-screwing-up.html' title='Dubai!'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-7708477111261422326</id><published>2010-03-20T05:27:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:06:06.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saints and Sinners</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saints and Sinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Civil war ravaged across archaic Japan, leaving destruction and famine in it's wake. Imperialism had come to obsolescence. Insurrection was in progress to overthrow the imperial regime and lead the people to diplomacy. Nothing was to stop the insurgence, and the people longed for freedom. Small villages that suffered the brunt of the violence, though, was less concerned about the rebellion. With supplies of necessities cut off due to the war, the people lived in fear for survival. Adding to their misery was an epidemic outbreak of a mysterious disease...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.Ambition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The black acrid smoke rises into the already dark, starless night. The young boy barely had wood to form the pyre, only getting enough after hours of chopping logs with the axe he could hardly lift and begging the villagers for leftover firewood. The neighbours, short on supplies themselves, only agreed due to the fear of the disease spreading.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Only fire could purge it", the envoy from the West said. The Westerner lied, of course. Tuberculosis was foreign to Japan and he had no interest in helping the people. All the nautical miles he had travelled just to spread the influence of his Queen would not be for naught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Admiral Johnson had only one purpose in mind for this journey - Success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Queen had sent him to establish trading connections with the Emperor of Japan. It was initially met with suspicion and protests, but it did not take long to impress the Japanese with their advanced weaponry and drugs. They traded their goods for treasures of the East, as part of a ploy to earn the trust of the people. This was only the beginning of their influence over Japan. The Queen had her eye on the country, and what the Queen wanted, she would get. Admiral Johnson was specially selected by her, and in her honour, he would not fail. For his livelihood, though, he couldn't. So, in fear for his life, he could not care less for the lives of others. He directs his second-in-command to throw the sick overboard. The locals could not learn of the source of their illnesses. They cannot know that his people had accidentally brought it with them on their voyage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;He watched on as the last of the flames flickered out. They were the only people who cared for him, but he had to burn their bodies because they were both infected. Neighbours speak of demons that plagued the land, referring to war and famine as divine indication of punishment to the people for their sins. A manic priest who had his family taken by the disease, chants repeatedly of angry Gods and that the land needed to be purified in blood. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yashin&lt;/span&gt; remembered how the victims would cough out huge amounts of blood in later stages of the infection. He felt like crying, but his eyes would not oblige. He had been crying since he woke up to see the two lifeless figures lying on the floor of his hut, and it seemed like he had run out of tears. He took a final look at what was left of his parents and and felt an ominous, foreboding feeling of possibly having to share the same fate soon. He composed himself and walked away from all that he knew. He had to be strong, just like that man he met a year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;He contemplated on the two paths towards the capital of Kyoto. He could have chosen the safe passage along the merchant trails but it would take an additional four days compared to a shortcut through the dense jungle. Either risk dying from unavoidable starvation on the merchant trails or attacks from wild animals and hazardous terrain in the jungle. He did not have time to waste. He only had enough crumbs and water to last him two days and would have to hunt for food when he ran out. Not much of a choice in the end. Scared as he was, he had to reach the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dojo&lt;/span&gt; in Kyoto at all costs. Armed with his father's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wakizashi&lt;/span&gt;, he ventures into the dark jungle. Destiny beckoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-7708477111261422326?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7708477111261422326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/03/ambition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7708477111261422326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7708477111261422326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/03/ambition.html' title='Saints and Sinners'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-7637010199002394195</id><published>2010-02-06T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:29:58.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There are a lot of people that I know who are lost and are seemingly out of hope. They feel so low, depressed and alone. Honestly I have been depressed before. Everyone has to go through depression at least once in their lifetime, unless they aren't normal. It's a sad thing, depression. It clouds your vision, let's you believe that all hope is lost. You start to forget what is important to you and you carelessly neglect and throw away all that you have because you feel like nothing is worth living for anymore. They don't realise the most important thing, that it isn't hope that is lost, but the person. When you are at a place you don't recognise and you forgot your bearings, it doesn't mean that the places you've come to familiarise yourself with have disappeared. They are just simply out of sight until you find you way back. So hopefully sooner than later, everyone will find their way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Speaking of which, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt;, please find your way back to greatness. I'll wait. Oh and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;, please come home to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GREATNESS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;too :) I miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;U&lt;/span&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/5804655261687770176-7637010199002394195?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7637010199002394195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/02/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7637010199002394195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7637010199002394195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/02/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-969103528671332750</id><published>2010-02-03T12:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T00:53:21.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To A Special Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To A Special Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tension, when accumulated at a sensitive spot, usually leads to breakage. I'm not a saint but I know I'm not as bad as you when it comes to lying. I don't know why it hurts and why I even bother but it does get to me. I thought you were always going to be the one I could depend on. The one to be there for me all the time. Where did I go wrong? What did I do to deserve all these mind games? Can I please know? What I know is that I'm not perfect and sometimes I may be harsh but that's how I am and if you couldn't take it my advice then tell me. I thought we saw each other eye to eye. There has always been a deeper understanding between us than people know but somewhere over these past few years, your actions and communication became foreign and lost in translation. I think I'm also to blame for this because apparently I'm not suited to be sought-after for comfort and advice. I'm losing people in my life that I never thought I would. You know how it makes me feel? Like a loser, a sore, bad loser because I have always refused to admit defeat that I've lost, especially when losing a brother is so hard to take.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I guess where I felt I stood high and mighty just came crashing underneath me and I am falling into an endless abyss called failure with only the thoughts on why it came to this and what it could and should have been. We've been through a lot and I have to admit you are a special guy minus the lies. So special it's a shame that you can't see it and continually shot yourself in the foot with the guns and bullets you voluntarily took from the aggressors who ruined your stability. Out in zero-degree waters, slowly sinking, vessels pass along and hurl ropes to pull you to safety but you can't seem to grasp it. Is it pride or is the rope too short? You have no idea how this insecurity has been eating at my head but I guess I can't assume I'm the victim. You definitely have your side of the story and whatever it is, I'll take it like a man. I guess I've misunderstood you and your needs. I don't need an apology because I should apologise. I've given up on waiting for you to change because you don't have to change. Buy the chair that you feel comfortable sitting on, listen to the honest salesman who tried to warn you of it's bad quality and rip-off pricing. I'm going to be the guy who will always believe what you say, even when it dominates my thoughts before I sleep because I know that believing could possibly hurt. I'm not out to write another 13-page essay like the one I handed out to Ms Jean Ng 7-8 years ago. That one was full of fantasy. I'm pouring out at least 5 years of feelings on this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I may not have been the best that you claimed I was at that department in your life, so don't apologise for seemingly not living up to my expectations, because I most certainly didn't live up to yours. That is how we ended up like this. It's a damn shame and I am sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-969103528671332750?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/969103528671332750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-win-some-you-lose-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/969103528671332750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/969103528671332750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-win-some-you-lose-some.html' title='To A Special Friend'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-6268480989447340544</id><published>2010-01-27T05:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T06:34:20.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Blog In The World?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Blog In The World?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ojig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but I really doubt it. Love every post? Well I think I'm gonna disappoint you with this one -_-". I'm just trying to update frequently now. Just watched Liverpool draw with Wolves. Awesome thing to witness after staying up when I'm sick just to watch. Yesterday I asked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ojig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about what he would do if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makwe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (my grandma) could turn into a cockroach and he said he'd keep her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Since he calls roaches '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kurma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' I named her for him... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KurMakwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just had this flashback of when I was in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was in a packed bus 99 going back home when all of a sudden the driver brakes and everyone was falling down (except me I swear I don't know why). I was near the front door and there were 3 primary school girls whom I assumed to have been around 11 to 12 years of age. They were standing close to each other so they were falling in a domino-effect manner. Being the almighty &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;, I managed to support the three of them and they didn't fall. I then smiled at them as a gesture of "I hope you're okay" and continued listening to my mp3 player (cue for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fangirls&lt;/span&gt; to faint in adoration). About 5 minutes later, one of them nudged my hand and said that one of the other 2 girls was interested in me and would like to be my 'special' friend. I was like ,"WHAT?!" and I swear I was so embarrassed, I don't know why! Overwhelmed with embarrassment, I just smiled and ignored them. Then all 3 came to me and asked for my number, saying they all wanted to be friends. I ignored them till I alighted which was, thank GOD, 5 minutes later. Now I wonder why they don't just offer these type of kids for child prostitution instead of those poor, decent, innocent girls that never wanted to be part of it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kids nowadays are really not scared of sex and sexual attention. How they behave and dress is just beyond comprehension. I don't know why their parents even allow it. I mean, have some decency! Don't blame the rapist and molesters for being tempted. There is a thing in law called ENTRAPMENT. For example, you cannot place something in a bid to tempt people into taking it and then arrest them for stealing. That is a crime in itself. So don't dress the girls like sluts before they can take care of themselves and tempt these pedophiles. That's just not fair. If a kid gets raped on Halloween while dressed in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dugong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/manatee costume then hell yeah HANG THE &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BASTARD&lt;/span&gt;! There's something wrong with him! He doesn't deserve to live in our society! Send him to Manchester! Oh wait sorry isn't that where crazy, rude criminals and cheaters live? I might be wrong but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I somehow just convinced myself that it's true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there you have it boys and girls, my crap entry that was typed with a frying brain in my head. I swear this fever is killing me. I love typing nonsense. I wish I could write for a magazine that features nonsense. That would be one awesome magazine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I say is nonsense? If you call TRUTH 'nonsense' then how can you justify your NONSENSE as 'truth'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-6268480989447340544?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6268480989447340544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-blog-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6268480989447340544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6268480989447340544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-blog-in-world.html' title='Best Blog In The World?'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-2383275110131196131</id><published>2010-01-23T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T04:46:50.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;10-letter formation that carries a lot of weight in meaning, the same word we as humans are most guilty of failing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Relations&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;- Most of us say that we do appreciate out parents for giving birth to us, for raising us to be what we are today, but we never really show it. I'm guilty of it too, I can't deny. Sometimes I find my parents annoying, but thank God that I'm following through with one of my new year's resolutions - to be nicer to my parents. You should too, whoever is reading this. It doesn't matter to them if you buy them things as a way to show your love. I realised that the best gift to them would be to show them that they should have no regrets in the way they've raised you. If you are weak in academics, show them that you have other useful traits so that they won't worry about dying and leaving you to fend for yourself. Just an example. I'm sure you can think by yourselves on what to do. They will leave you, and that will be the worst day of your life, carrying their bodies to the grave and watching them being buried. Make sure they can leave without a worry. That's the best a child can do for a parent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;- Some of us take friendships for granted. Some people think things will always remain the same just because they are good/great/best friends. Some people don't appreciate it enough to realise that the closer you are to a person, the easier it is to hurt that person with even the slightest things. Watch your actions and the things you say. It is never impossible to lose a best friend permanently. Ask you parents. Believe me. Rarely do friendships last your entire lifetime. If you want to keep it strong, do everything you can. Don't take it for granted and think that your friend will always be there and stay the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moral Responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;- Most people can't give a damn about the world. Not many are willing to spend 5 minutes to sign a petition to save dolphins, no one cares about littering, about the repercussions of littering, about what animals or plantations it would kill, about the workers who would have to clean it up after us, because we're all living comfortably. We don't know what they are going through. We think we know, but we don't. I've always said to myself, if I was a billionaire, I would use the money to somehow save the world. The thing is, the billionaire doesn't see things like I do. Just like us middle-class citizens who don't know what littering means to the cleaners. The cleaners would think that if they were living as comfortably as us, they wouldn't litter or make work difficult for other cleaners. We don't appreciate the comfort we're given. We always think of things we would do with greater comfort but we don't realise what we should and should not with the comfort we're given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;More often than not, the world sets off an alarm, trying to give us a wake up call, but most of the time we're guilty of pushing the snooze button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-2383275110131196131?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/2383275110131196131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/01/appreciate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/2383275110131196131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/2383275110131196131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2010/01/appreciate.html' title='Appreciate'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-6890989624207243343</id><published>2009-12-24T05:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T06:10:18.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bastards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't believe that the debate about how guys are bastards is still going on. Girls can happily call guys bastards because of the ever so popular view on how men are always the responsible one for break-ups and how men can steal a woman's dignity and value but a girl can't do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Honestly some people or should I say most girls, should just learn to keep up with the ages. Those are stories from days of old where men were seen as the superior gender and a woman must always abide to their words and likings. Nowadays the world has flipped and the girls are the ones sleeping around with random people on first dates and when they get dumped they blame it on the men. Some girls even give their guys too many second chances even after they have been cheated on repeatedly/for very long and when it doesn't work out, it's the guy's fault again. Now who's stupid? There are perfectly good guys out there and almost every girl has at least 1 sincere, nice guy who admires her and would love to be with her and treat her right but she doesn't want to be with him because he's ugly/poor/not fashionable or she doesn't notice him at all because girls nowadays are looking at all the wrong places such as the Internet and nightclubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THINK! People go to clubs to flaunt, get drunk, mingle and flirt and ultimately have fun. They're not looking for happily ever after in there! Not ruling out the possibility of true love blossoming from a meeting in a club but don't go searching with high hopes because you'll only find yourself waking up one day to regret it. I'm tired of reading newspapers/forums and seeing all these women who call men bastards for reasons as stupid as having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasabi&lt;/span&gt; in sushi. They either think their mothers are Virgin Marys because apparently their dads are bastards so they don't deserve being called parents or these people are happy with homosexuality and trying to rid the world of men. Here's a quote from me and I'm so damn proud of it I wish I could trademark it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys can't be bastards if Girls aren't stupid &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so stop calling guys bastards, stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Guys in the form of Mats, Ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bengs&lt;/span&gt; and all scum of society DO NOT represent Guys as a whole!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So before you get dumped and cheated on and your poor little heart breaks, why don't you ask yourselves why and how did you even end up with that 'bastard' in the first place. Learn to protect yourself before harm is brought upon you. Take preventive measures. Even grandmas know by now not to flaunt their jewellery in public so as to not attract bad attention. Calling guys bastards is very insulting especially to dads (and wonderful crime fighters like me). I don't care how bad they were to you because you wouldn't have experienced life if it weren't for them. At least have some damn respect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is in no way directed at U &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;U're&lt;/span&gt; not like them. U like me (whom these other girls categorise as a bastard) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-6890989624207243343?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6890989624207243343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/12/bastards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6890989624207243343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6890989624207243343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/12/bastards.html' title='Bastards'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-3953909589318777324</id><published>2009-12-02T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:33:22.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progression</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Progression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've been spending the last 6 months thinking about how I should progress. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hunny's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;in Dubai and I'm stuck here, doing nothing.Honestly a huge part of me wants to work in Dubai with&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;, but I also know that a career over there probably won't last forever and I'll end up back here with what little education I have and won't be able to find a proper job. I do feel like schooling, but I don't know whether it is because I'm not prepared to work. Somehow I feel like I still have it in me to study well and have a good education, but I also have a strong need to earn a stable wage to support my family and marry &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;. I feel like I deserve a good life after all these years. I won't say being me was so bad, but it could have been a lot better. Maybe I just need food -_-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I kind of decided to look around for courses and part-time jobs. Really don't know what I'm after but I guess I'll have to work my brains properly this time. It's been on hibernation since I graduated from ITE. I'm flattered when family members say that I should be more by now because they feel that I'm much more capable than what I've accomplished, and I wish I had the same perception of myself. Maybe I do, but I just don't like to progress. Over the past few days I've been thinking of what I've been doing at home for so long and when I looked at the date it reminded me that I'm turning 23 in just over a month (presents hehehehehe just kidding) and I realised that DAMN I'm seriously getting old. I only have a Higher NITEC cert, and I'm certainly not proud of it. I totally blame the system. National Service needs some reconsideration on enlistment criteria. Maybe they should just allow everyone to just complete their studies, at least up to a Diploma level or when they feel like they can't progress. Bahh complaining won't do me any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This is one damn wordy entry so I'm sorry. Well I really had my mind made up to try out for Emirates and fly, but my sister and brother suddenly had a change of heart and told me to study. I can't blame them, because they don't know how I feel, being half the world away from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hunny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and desperately wanting to provide for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;. I felt so hurt when my sister suddenly scolded me in the car back from Makwe's birthday celebration, saying that I never think of long-term plans. Yeah try saying that in the mirror if your husband is in Dubai working. I bet you'd leave Singapore and work there. Ahhh I'm evil I know but I don't hate her. Seriously people always say, "I know how you feel," but hell no they don't! I mean they get the IDEA but they can't FEEL it. I appreciate that they try though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So I guess today I'm going to make that progression, even if it's just a step from my idleness. As long as I move away from the crossroads I'll feel better. I just hope it won't bring me too far away from what I hold dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss U &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love U &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ibu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't even get to choose either one of you right now&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to choose myself and hopefully there will come a day when I can choose both of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-3953909589318777324?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3953909589318777324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/12/progression-ive-been-spending-last-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/3953909589318777324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/3953909589318777324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/12/progression-ive-been-spending-last-6.html' title='Progression'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-2785159882123014170</id><published>2009-11-16T19:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:30:06.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Been Awhile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Been over 2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; since I last updated. September was an awesome month for me. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s return to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt; for about 3 weeks kinda made me stop blogging. It was a good few weeks spent, though it'll be a long time till she comes back for leave again. Oh guess who I saw on the way to pick her up from the airport?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwEx8RatJmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KyWLuPifsc8/s1600/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404655939358631522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwEx8RatJmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KyWLuPifsc8/s320/Image009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yup that's Rock Lee and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chouji&lt;/span&gt; going for a holiday or should I say going back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Konoha&lt;/span&gt; after a holiday here. I know it's too early to recollect about the year but it's been one eventful year for me.&lt;br /&gt;-February, Hunny left for Dubai to start her dream career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-April, Craig David at Zirca&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwE1Z1NsKyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/STLbcPtHmaE/s1600/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404659745718807330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwE1Z1NsKyI/AAAAAAAAAUk/STLbcPtHmaE/s320/Image018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;-May, ORD.&lt;br /&gt;-June, Dubai trip for a month.&lt;br /&gt;-July, The KOP comes to Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;-October, Mr Big concert.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwE2v_wZ0GI/AAAAAAAAAVE/JZAJlvAjvjk/s1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404661226017509474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwE2v_wZ0GI/AAAAAAAAAVE/JZAJlvAjvjk/s320/Image015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall it has been a good year or something like that. Hunny leaving was certainly heartbreaking but I'm doing ok so far. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwE2u56ZDgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vRZG7IAc4mg/s1600/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404661207268920834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwE2u56ZDgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vRZG7IAc4mg/s320/Image006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwE2uZayzlI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ULbB-keGpbU/s1600/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404661198546456146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwE2uZayzlI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ULbB-keGpbU/s320/Image004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cats I wanted to keep but couldn't, trees that had seasonal red leaves, friends whom were fun that didn't last, and a best bud with a chippy face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwE2wCv2USI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_fwCP4jPGTo/s1600/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404661226820489506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwE2wCv2USI/AAAAAAAAAVM/_fwCP4jPGTo/s320/Image020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwE2vDM-HdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mHk7HZMckVc/s1600/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404661209762766290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwE2vDM-HdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mHk7HZMckVc/s320/Image028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-2785159882123014170?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/2785159882123014170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/2785159882123014170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/2785159882123014170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SwEx8RatJmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KyWLuPifsc8/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-4615753939314844766</id><published>2009-09-04T05:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:09:13.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have An Alien Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Have An Alien Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;She's coming back in 9 days. She said she can count the days with one hand &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HMMM&lt;/span&gt; (unless U re-used Ur hand to count from 6 onwards then forget my post title, but I strongly doubt that's what U meant). 18 days in Singapore, with many days to be spent with family and friends, I wonder how much time I will get this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Talking to Hafiz made me realize that my growing years wasn't so bad after all. I remember my primary school days, with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt; as my eternal crush whom I had to act harsh towards so that no one would know, and joking around with Hafiz and laugh till we cry. Essentially, I still think we're the same kids that had our threads of fate intertwined well over 13 years ago &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. None of us really grew out of our initial characters, forever joking around. I have the coolest girlfriend and best friend ever! They embody much history of good and bad, the positive that I cherish and the troubled times I've learnt from. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buka&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; with cousins later. We've not really been a tight-nit family, with much controversies going on here and there but somehow over the past year something suddenly changed, and it's good really. I may be older than the boys by at least 4 years but I certainly don't act like it! Cherish the times you have because when friends fail you, family will always be there. You guys are lucky to be around the same age group, I'm such an old bird. The bonus is we're a family of REDS! Well not all but that's changing soon, am I right Fitty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I miss Timon and Din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Whatever time I have with U, I'll make it worth Ur while :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I won't whine and complain anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;It's about time I realised that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;even if it's just one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;blessed to be able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; to spend time with U at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I love U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;P.S Don't use this as an excuse to not meet me, which I know U will just to piss me off intentionally. Come home already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-4615753939314844766?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4615753939314844766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-alien-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4615753939314844766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4615753939314844766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-alien-girlfriend.html' title='I Have An Alien Girlfriend'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-4078719395135225199</id><published>2009-08-25T09:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:10:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAYSTATION 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;PLAYSTATION 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sony &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Playstation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;was my salvation back in the days of Primary 6 up to secondary 3. Although it only lasted for 4 years, the games I've played were unforgettable. One game (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suikoden&lt;/span&gt; series) actually inspired me to write a 13-page essay that my English teacher Ms Jean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ng&lt;/span&gt; had to take home to read and mark because it was too long &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;After years of not playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suikoden&lt;/span&gt; and Final Fantasy 8 (the best &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;RPG's&lt;/span&gt; in the world and I don't care about your opinions!) I finally got them in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; (actually already had FF8 for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; half a year, just that my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; was in hibernation due to my faulty charger). So today I just got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; charger from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zee&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zee&lt;/span&gt; drop, downloaded &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suikoden&lt;/span&gt; 1 and 2, found a way to copy the saved data from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suikoden&lt;/span&gt; 1 to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suikoden&lt;/span&gt; 2 to get best ending (it's harder than you think because it isn't an ISO file, it's an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EBOOT&lt;/span&gt; file so it's not just a matter of simply loading the data), fixed my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; bricked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; (bricking is a term used for when a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; is rendered useless due to it's flash files being tempered with, making it non-responsive and nothing appears when you switch it on, making it as useless as a brick thus the term) and I'm smiling like a mad man! I'm so happy, all my childhood games are playable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Squall &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Leonhart&lt;/span&gt;, from FF8 and my &lt;em&gt;favourite protagonist ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Silent, cool, doesn't give a crap about anything but has a soft spot here and there. My inspiration to get by when I was in secondary 1. I was really hated and I do mean HATED, Hafiz can vouch for me. This character really spurred me on to just go on and give less thought about what people thought about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Random note, Cloud Strife and FF7 are so OVERRATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Luca Blight, my favourite bad guy with a sad past. He's the primary antagonist of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suikoden&lt;/span&gt; II. The bloodthirsty "Mad Prince".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The great soundtracks. Classic compositions that I'll never forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;They're all back and I feel good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-4078719395135225199?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4078719395135225199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/08/playstation-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4078719395135225199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4078719395135225199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/08/playstation-1.html' title='PLAYSTATION 1'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-5848932897434556093</id><published>2009-08-14T06:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:57:27.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Ancient</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Brand New Ancient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Music can't be artistic if it's just music. Get it if you do, don't if you won't :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I swear I was just lying down listening to random songs on my handphone and I just happened to scroll through my favourite Japanese band UVERworld. After such a long time of not listening to their music, I finally remember what it felt like to follow their news everyday and stuff. I just love Japanese in case you didn't know. I find that it's a beautiful language. On top of that, Japanese are geniuses since they came up with probably the most useful technological advances that we use as daily necessities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Back to the topic. I really think UVERworld is, or at least were (havent heard the new album), talented like MAD. This song is just plain art. I know that my usual cup of tea is plain rock with crazy solos and impossible vocals but these guys have something that I just can't put a finger on, but I totally love their music, or at least most of them. They love to improvise and this one song hits me the most. I dunno why! It's art! An acquired taste I guess. Sometimes you just gotta ponder on it, sit back and take it in slowly to really understand or at least come up with your own views/take on what you've observed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Brand New Ancient ---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I know U're coming home pretty soon and I know I'm being selfish, but I wish U'd stay this time :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-5848932897434556093?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5848932897434556093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/08/brand-new-ancient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5848932897434556093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5848932897434556093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/08/brand-new-ancient.html' title='Brand New Ancient'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-7242651432547195344</id><published>2009-08-11T18:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:58:04.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sands of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Sands of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Another day lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;amongst the ever-flowing sands of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;We're all waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;for the day our existence is buried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;under the sand which we've spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The currency of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;seconds,minutes, hours, days, months and years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Much of how we spend them, predetermined,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;most, obliviously wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;None can master, none can tip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the hourglass to suit one's liking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When the top half runs empty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;regret or contentment fills up the void.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How will you spend your sands today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The distance draws my mind over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the time difference complicates my clock -_-".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The presence lost, yet everywhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;embodied by places, things, memories of U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another day, countless sand lost in the hourglass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how I wish to tip it, to our yesterdays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or speed up the flow, to when we'll reunite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Impossible, but it's never wrong to dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for a lover's a fool, and a fool's dreamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Waiting for, thinking of, yearning for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the days our sands flow will in unison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm spending my sands, until I run out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loving U, towards what I believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is my contentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For Linny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your Fool :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-7242651432547195344?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7242651432547195344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-day-lost-amongst-ever-flowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7242651432547195344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7242651432547195344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-day-lost-amongst-ever-flowing.html' title='Sands of time'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-5107528159093162714</id><published>2009-07-07T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:44:26.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th July</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;20th July&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yep Hunny's coming back! I'm picking her up and eating local food immediately after that! I miss U!!! Really can't wait for that day to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Anyway H1N1 is really hitting Singapore hard. Just today, over 50 new cases were confirmed in the morning at 7 am. Speaking of the spread, I've seen so many irresponsible people on the MRT and shopping centres who were obviously sick and having flu, still going out and enjoying themselves without caring about the people around them. Such a shame really, how selfish people are. Some even had masks on, obviously given by their doctor they had consulted. Yet they boarded the MRT, with bloodshot eyes and sneezing like a fuckin walrus standing beside me and my family. I swear man, Singaporeans and Banglas are the most selfish, greedy and overly-excited people I've seen so far. When I say overly-excited, I was referring to their standard expression and reaction upon seeing empty seats ANYWHERE on the face of Yusof country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Food places, MRTs, busses, Esplanade area when it's crowded. Their eyes would bulge out and they would rush to occupy it for some stupid reason, whether or not they're tired or if there are needy people around. I swear the word is 'EXCITEMENT'  as they seem to be in pure ecstacy after fighting for a seat that they pretend to sleep to cover up their shame for challenging for something so stupid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Think about it, if Singaporeans in general really cared about the disabled, old, injured or pregnant, the reserved priority seats on trains and busses would not have been made or at least clearly marked as such. They were put near doors so that the slower 'prioritised' could alight easily and this is common sense but rarely do I see people who sit near the doors give away their seats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Bah why do I even bother typing about this nonsense, no one's gonna care anyway (if you do care, don't be a chump/tool and give out your seats next time or keep doing it if you already are, like our hero Nabil who saved a pregnant woman... ehem). &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;20th July&lt;/span&gt; is the main topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;. Really can't wait for &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; to come back. I last saw her on the 25th of last month in Dubai. Life sucks without &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;! Come home and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-5107528159093162714?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5107528159093162714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/07/20th-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5107528159093162714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5107528159093162714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/07/20th-july.html' title='20th July'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-4449640612112948576</id><published>2009-07-02T06:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:40:14.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the word!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Spread the word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't visit Fauzi Rassull's blog ever again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Why do we even entertain that queer with all the tagging? He loves the attention! So just stop! He's probably getting money from every hit he gets on his blog. Forget it and just deprive the queer of attention. No one gives a tetrapod melon tea &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt; about what he does (definately guys) or what he wants (penis) or his views on 'social issues' (which he can't even pronounce properly) because all that's envisioned in our minds are graphic thoughts of him being gay and malnourished. We are entertaining a person who promotes starvation and bulimia as means of staying/becoming thin and this is not right. So please, spare yourselves and spend that 1 minute that you would have probably spent on his blog to do something fruitful, entertaining or at least non-disturbing. Let's leave it to the gay-bashers to do what they want with him. We should all just stick to the normality of everyday life and live in denial of the one fact which is that queers like Fauzi Rassull exist in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;So live and deny his existence! I sincerely believe Charles Manson, Marilyn Manson and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt; still have a better chance to go to heaven than that queer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-4449640612112948576?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4449640612112948576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/07/spread-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4449640612112948576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4449640612112948576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/07/spread-word.html' title='Spread the word!'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-3314959674914321079</id><published>2009-07-01T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:39:19.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What The Blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Do you have any idea why the hell can't I upload photos? Everytime I upload, they will show that it's done but there's no photo in my entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-3314959674914321079?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3314959674914321079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/3314959674914321079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/3314959674914321079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-blog.html' title='What The Blog?'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-2889383647768368556</id><published>2009-07-01T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:59:50.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having Trouble With The Computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having Trouble With The Computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I've been wanting to update my blog and tell you guys about my time in Dubai but I'm having abit of trouble with my computer. The USB ports aren't registering my portable harddrive properly and all hte pictures are inside so I can't upload anything &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway I can still copy pictures that Hunny uploaded on her facebook so I'll just use that ya, so sorry if you guys have seen the pictures already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3369927&amp;amp;id=645331689"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=3369927&amp;amp;id=645331689"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-2889383647768368556?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/2889383647768368556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/07/having-trouble-with-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/2889383647768368556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/2889383647768368556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/07/having-trouble-with-computer.html' title='Having Trouble With The Computer'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-5553491379417705749</id><published>2009-06-16T07:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:13:10.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Over A Week To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Just Over A Week To Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;The colour of the text is a tribute to the sand that haunts my feet/shoes/eyes etc. I'm having a blast here, spending time with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hunny &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&amp;amp; friends,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;eating meat, a little bit of shopping and sightseeing. I'm not posting much, just doing this because I have some free time (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;'s gone for a flight to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hur hur) and so that I have bragging rights that I have a post from Dubai! So cool to have a Halal post wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Anyway I really feel bad for missing out your birthday bro. I hope you got my message because I don't trust local, sand-filled satellites to be reliable and send you my lovely Dubai/Halal text message back. Miss you man. We're going all out with music and soccer when I get back. Oh and we need a band name revamp because it doesn't really roll off your tongue does it? See you in a few days man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Last but not least, to all my devoted readers ( I think I know that I can count you guys with one hand), I shall be blogging pictures when I get home as most of the pics are with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and transferring shall be done later. Plus for all the worried fans, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; didn't have a problem wearing his costume through the customs as it complies to the local dressing rules and no body part that would have appeared obscene was shown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V's a Muslim, didn't you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-5553491379417705749?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5553491379417705749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-over-week-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5553491379417705749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5553491379417705749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-over-week-to-go.html' title='Just Over A Week To Go'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-6229176957714864405</id><published>2009-05-20T01:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:51:51.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk on with hope in your heart and you&apos;ll never walk alone'/><title type='text'>Liverpool F.C</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liverpool F.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of people have been posting about how sad they were/are when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manchestnut&lt;/span&gt; got the title but I'm not gonna do that because I've seen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; worse than this. My worry is not about losing the title by a mere point nor waiting for it to be won, because soon enough it will. The only worry is that it won't happen during Steven Gerrard's time. He deserves to lift it more than anyone! Oh well. To all you kids, relax guys I've seen worse, really. I've been a fan since the days where Liverpool were mid-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tablers&lt;/span&gt; and it was pure torture to watch them play. At least we're number 2 on the table so it means there's hope! This is nothing compared to the heartache I've suffered haha. So relax. All in time children :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some people say I wasn't being a true fan when, 2 games ago, I said I didn't think Liverpool had a good chance of winning. Well as you all know, I'm a very practical person and I know The Devils wearing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prada&lt;/span&gt; would snatch the points somehow and being a fan doesn't mean you have to change your personality or thinking to suit your hopes. Hope is something I've held on for years and years. What was it like to support Liverpool? Let me put this into perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- It started when I first watched &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rushie&lt;/span&gt; do his stuff, partnering with Fowler and killing teams with fluid combinations but the team somehow just couldn't achieve great things.That was supporting Liverpool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Then, years later, supporting Liverpools meant watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heskey&lt;/span&gt; run for the ball all the time from half field to the opponent's box like a dog because our defenders would just blast it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;upfield&lt;/span&gt; and hope. Keyword here - &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm not so different from the defenders. Yes, it's only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heskey&lt;/span&gt; up there against 4 defenders and possibly 1 defensive-midfielder, but I still prayed and hope he would score. That was how I feel about Liverpool chasing the title for all these years. That's me supporting Liverpool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It sucked but it's different now... The flow is different and the ball will have to reach Gerrard first before going &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;upfield&lt;/span&gt;. No more blind clearance and hoping. There's actually a PLAN! Wow! That's what it's like to support Liverpool now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh and one more thing...................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...It's not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heskey&lt;/span&gt; anymore, it's Torres :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/ShL_ev9Fv6I/AAAAAAAAATE/oAFMRow6stA/s1600-h/YNWA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337609412121313186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/ShL_ev9Fv6I/AAAAAAAAATE/oAFMRow6stA/s320/YNWA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hold on to that &lt;strong&gt;HOPE&lt;/strong&gt; and watch the&lt;strong&gt; DREAM&lt;/strong&gt; materialise with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&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/5804655261687770176-6229176957714864405?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6229176957714864405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/05/liverpool-fc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6229176957714864405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6229176957714864405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/05/liverpool-fc.html' title='Liverpool F.C'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/ShL_ev9Fv6I/AAAAAAAAATE/oAFMRow6stA/s72-c/YNWA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-8825217159938542915</id><published>2009-05-02T11:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:15:31.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Worth It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is It Worth It?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sick of hearing stories from friends telling me about how they broke up or are having big problems in their relationships, most of them having the same causes.For those in a relationship, seriously think about this. Say, one of you made a rule in the relationship right, like for example the guy tells the girl to not club. Then the girl doesn't listen and goes clubbing behind his back. Or when the girl tells the guy not to go out with girl-friends if he's alone but he does it anyway without his girlfriend knowing. Why does this happen? I mean everything being done behind each other's backs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Possible "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Why's&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;1- The other party cannot understand the logic behind the restrictions&lt;br /&gt;2- They feel that if they don't do it they will look bad to their friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;3- They get a cheap thrill from doing something restricted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;4- They think that what the other party doesn't know won't hurt them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;5- They feel like they deserve to enjoy themselves while they're young or that they shouldn't be held back by a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So instead of seeing it from the other party's view, they just irresponsibly decide to break the seemingly 'stupid' rule and do it anyways. So here's a response to the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Why's&lt;/span&gt;",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1- So that he/she will feel comfortable + knowing that you'd agree to what they feel is morally right or wrong is also a big factor in a relationship. If you can't understand and not bother to try and understand then there's something wrong here. You should start questioning why you're even in a relationship when you can't even conform to simple rules that will simply result in the other feeling better. What other reasons do you need? That's the best thing you could do for your loved ones, yet people still do it. The cause? - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2- Friends WILL disappear whether you like it or not. Perfect examples are our own parents. How many friends from before their marriage do they still have close contact with? I would seriously assume none unless it's just 1 person who has been living nearby all the while. Seriously people no matter what you think, you friends WILL disappear once they/you get married. Too busy with FAMILY and CAREER. The sooner you accept this fact, the faster you get your mindset straight and be able to focus more on the relationship, because the one you're gonna marry,have children with, the one who's gonna take care of you throughout it all is gonna be your partner and not friends. So can you say to yourself "This is the spouse that I lied to"? The cause of this is -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Naivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3- Cheap thrills from doing something restricted is one of the most common things a criminal would say to explain their doings. If it's a cheap thrill, it only can mean it's something wrong. The culprit of this is God's number 1 test -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4- If you think that they don't know so it won't matter, then by thinking it you already know you're doing a bad thing. I'm sure by the point that you decided to do this, you have already reasoned with yourself as to why you are doing it. The funny part about that is after you've done it, you'll feel guilty because the so-called 'reasoning' you did turned out to be just excuses. Why are there secrets in a relationship? If you're not comfortable telling your partners everything then don't even bother to be in a relationship. Nobody want's a secretive girlfriend/boyfriend becase if you can lie about one thing you can always lie about another. They say 'violence begets violence' well I say 'lies begets lies' too. You do one lie by already promising to not do it yet doing it anyway, then you lie to cover it up and even more lies will come after that and before you know it, the whole portion of that part of your life and relationship will REQUIRE you to lie and it becomes a guilty pleasure. By lying about your life, you are already acting fake and the person your partner loves probably isn't what you truly are but the lie that you portray. So do you want to be loved for something you are not? Probably the number 1 cause of break-ups -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Deceit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;5- If you expect to enjoy yourselves without restrictions then simply do not be in a relationship. A relationship involves FEELINGS and you'll need A LOT of emotional maintenance to keep the relationship going. If you're gonna keep on doing things that will hurt your partner if they knew then please just leave them, because one day a lie or two might just catch up on you and when they know, that 'one or two' lies might be the big ones that you'd never want them to know. If you think you can't give a damn about the other's feelings then you are just reeking of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Irresponsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nobody's relationship is perfect, but don't let it be because of things outside the relationship. Let it be because of your own personal imperfections, your looks, antics etc. Work towards a goal, one without lies and deceit is the easiest path with little stops. Like finding your way in an unfimiliar place, with people pointing you to the right direction all the time. You'd only need to stop to ask. Don't look back and ask yourself, "Was it worth it?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-8825217159938542915?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8825217159938542915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8825217159938542915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8825217159938542915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-worth-it.html' title='Is It Worth It?'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-8841485976552272413</id><published>2009-04-26T02:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:42:03.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Howard Webb, Rob Styles &amp; Slur Asswipe Fergie-Shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCK HOWARD WEBB, ROB STYLES &amp;amp; SLUR ASSWIPE FERGIE'S-SHIT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quoted from Soccernet Gamecast Commentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't get me wrong, its not United fault per se. Yes, they may go looking for a penalty but who doesn't. The fact is the referee's are blinded by Manchester United love and keep pointing to the spot. Terrible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fuck you Ferguson. Your endless bitching has influenced referees to be afraid of being questioned regarding their integrity on decision making. Protect your divers? Nonsense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously whoever's proud to have this asshole as the manager of your favourite team should be ashamed. He's been manipulating the game to suit him for years! How can you influence the league schedule to suit your team and your team only? Other teams have many competitions too. Liverpool has been travelling overseas for years, involved in FA cup ties too but never has Rafa insulted the scheduling and tried to change it. It's just not right. Fuck MANCHESTER UNITED. Cheating your way to titles. The Spurs game was STOLEN!&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/5804655261687770176-8841485976552272413?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8841485976552272413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-howard-webb-rob-styles-slur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8841485976552272413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8841485976552272413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-howard-webb-rob-styles-slur.html' title='Fuck Howard Webb, Rob Styles &amp; Slur Asswipe Fergie-Shit'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-6691845996811665065</id><published>2009-04-23T07:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:41:56.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine I'll Blog Normally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fine I'll Blog Normally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Se-o3IizI6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/_eWoEt6Dq7A/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327662549342299042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Se-o3IizI6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/_eWoEt6Dq7A/s320/Image030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I know I've been guilty of blogging about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt; all the time but hey what else can one expect. I'm always thinking of her so I can't help it. In case people are wondering, no I'm not having a problem with her! It's just that she's really far away and I miss her so much. Plus she was in Dubai when it was our 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Year Anniversary and when it was her birthday on the 15&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; this month so it sucks! Can you imagine that when you're actually seriously wanting to settle down with the girl of your dreams and she 'migrates' to Dubai for a job and your qualifications don't allow you to follow and you can't do anything about it? You can only visit and that's about all you can do to keep the relationship going. Other than that it's just the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;webcamming&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the time is spent waiting for the next form of interaction and days are filled with thinking what could and should have been. When she was still around I called her everyday when she wakes up, I joke with her all the time, I cry on her shoulders, I complain to her about everything, I bring her everywhere I wanna go, I ate everything I felt like with her... In short, I shared my life with her. Now she's away! Very far but she has a purpose so I can't blame her. It's her dream, and everyone is entitled to chase dreams. You just cannot begin to imagine what I'm feeling about this, what I think about Us not meeting. How are we going to endure all the lost time together? I don't know, I just have to try. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; very very much &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:( &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Se-o3Bo8mTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/y2c71BvTId4/s1600-h/P1060744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327662547489036594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Se-o3Bo8mTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/y2c71BvTId4/s320/P1060744.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The times we had were so cool! I want them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;backkkkkk&lt;/span&gt;! I miss U and I can't wait to see U again it hurts. I know I keep saying this everyday until it gets real stale but it's just how I feel. Laughing, complaining, crying, eating, sleeping, waking up, looking at scenery, taking public transport, going to shopping centres, lazing around, grocery shopping, calling on the phone, they will never be the same. I want them back. I need U. Change my life again, for the better. U made me who I am today. U made me patient, less evil, and U made me realise that Loving is easy. U made me nicer in general. Thank U. Life is so beautiful when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;U're&lt;/span&gt; around. I don't want to spend it alone anymore, or with anyone else. Please be with me, grow old with me, spot my first wrinkle, laugh at my age whenever it's my birthday, smear food on my face when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;U're&lt;/span&gt; pretending to be nice and feeding me, get angry at me for stepping on Ur slippers as we're walking, pinch me when I look at other girls. Do everything again! I need it in my life. I need U. I truly miss everything about U. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;U're&lt;/span&gt; one of a kind. Nobody else could have had such an impact on me. Maybe it's because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;U're&lt;/span&gt; like me and U understand me so much it scares me. Come home :( hope &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;U'll&lt;/span&gt; get Singapore flights soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now all I can do is sing 'We're gonna get through this'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-6691845996811665065?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6691845996811665065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/04/fine-ill-blog-normally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6691845996811665065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6691845996811665065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/04/fine-ill-blog-normally.html' title='Fine I&apos;ll Blog Normally'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Se-o3IizI6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/_eWoEt6Dq7A/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-4475448635347799124</id><published>2009-04-15T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:14:36.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy Birthday Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm absolutely gutted that I couldn't spend the day with U. Wish things were different. Hope U're having a good day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st time in 5 years that we missed both our anniversary and Ur birthday :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't want to ever miss them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-4475448635347799124?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4475448635347799124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4475448635347799124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4475448635347799124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-love.html' title='Happy Birthday Love'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-7459451304101254640</id><published>2009-04-12T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:00:27.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Compares To U</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;No one compares to U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SeG56kvc45I/AAAAAAAAASU/LVFrn42Q4C4/s1600-h/2562_77758276689_645331689_2820415_8178202_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323740650474890130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SeG56kvc45I/AAAAAAAAASU/LVFrn42Q4C4/s320/2562_77758276689_645331689_2820415_8178202_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've been miles from nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Crossed and doubled back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Time is a healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I've done my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cause I ain't seen love like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've seen the light of freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dim and fade to black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So many faces, but no one compares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No, I ain't seen love like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I got people telling me to let her go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Don't let it turn you around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tomorrow's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;' and you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The one that you lost may be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I believe in justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wonder where's she's at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It feels like a lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And it just ain't fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No I ain't seen love like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And I got people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tellin&lt;/span&gt;' me to let her go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;That girl is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bringin&lt;/span&gt;' you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tomorrow's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;' And you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The love that you lost may be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SeG565CDbXI/AAAAAAAAASk/SEOjSgm8iNk/s1600-h/2643_68926264422_785124422_1613454_1801131_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323740655921622386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SeG565CDbXI/AAAAAAAAASk/SEOjSgm8iNk/s320/2643_68926264422_785124422_1613454_1801131_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SeG56ohGYMI/AAAAAAAAASc/jswbfVnRAX0/s1600-h/DSC02199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323740651488436418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SeG56ohGYMI/AAAAAAAAASc/jswbfVnRAX0/s320/DSC02199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Let her go? Are you kidding me? To the people who've said bad things about her being away from me, I'm utterly disappointed and it's not fair. It affected me a whole lot and it's just not nice that you would judge my relationship like that. You don't even know Us. I've been with her for over 5 years and my relationship has roots leading back to primary school. Can you boast that? Whatever you say won't phase me anymore. I hope you people will realise your mistakes and I hope no one does it to you because it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I gave U my heart, and now it's in Dubai with U :) I believe in U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forget what people say. We're stronger than that. I love U and I will love U for a lifetime. So Smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5804655261687770176-7459451304101254640?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7459451304101254640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-one-compares-to-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7459451304101254640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7459451304101254640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-one-compares-to-u.html' title='No One Compares To U'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SeG56kvc45I/AAAAAAAAASU/LVFrn42Q4C4/s72-c/2562_77758276689_645331689_2820415_8178202_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-2929988556366650755</id><published>2009-04-06T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:20:56.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Retirement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My boss is retiring pretty soon, and I've been helping him clear up his dust-filled office. Found a worm, a roach, bitten twice on the face by mosquitoes, it pretty much sucked. Well his office was COVERED and I mean COVERED by his photos, certificates and army &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;memorabilia&lt;/span&gt;, so when I started removing things one by one, the room kinda lost it's identity. From a room that gave you a headached with so many images and colours, to the blankness of plain white walls. He has been in the army for 36 years, spent 6 years in this current office. I realised how sad he was when I was about to begin the clearing. He walked around and started looking at each photo, cert and memorabilia, taking it all in for the last time. He looked at me and sighed, '' Oh well, what can you do. That's life.'. Poor fella, in the twilight of his living years, having to accept that the end of his career also meant the last bend in his circuit of life. He was always eating my head with his nonsense and mindgames, but overall, he was understanding when I needed him to be, so I'm gonna miss him. All the best Gnana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anyway I was just thinking, how is it going to be like when I retire? Can I boast that I've lived my life to the fullest? Married the person I wanted to live my life with? Balanced work with family? A whole bunch of questions man, seriously it's scary, because there are many things concerning those questions that can't be controlled. I just hope I won't retire full of regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If all goes well, I'm moving to Dubai, work there and be with my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Linny&lt;/span&gt;. It's a tough decision to make, but sometimes, some things are worth risking everything. I may disappoint people and be disowned in the process haha but I will never deny myself happiness, and that is all the reason I need to leave what I have. This is my pursuit for my happy ending. I'm coming to U &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-2929988556366650755?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/2929988556366650755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/04/retirement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/2929988556366650755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/2929988556366650755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/04/retirement.html' title='Retirement'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-6907084617803735301</id><published>2009-03-13T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:59:40.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love The Way U Love Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Way U Love Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I could list a million things that I love to like about U,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but they all come down to one reason - I could never live without U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-6907084617803735301?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6907084617803735301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6907084617803735301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6907084617803735301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired.html' title='I Love The Way U Love Me'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-1863569876308283642</id><published>2009-03-11T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:02:02.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subhuman Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Subhuman Race&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Damn some people are just born with it. The money, the looks, THE VOICE. Damn you Bach!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-1863569876308283642?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/1863569876308283642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/03/subhuman-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/1863569876308283642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/1863569876308283642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/03/subhuman-race.html' title='Subhuman Race'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-8839793770957481680</id><published>2009-03-08T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:23:55.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Vow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My Vow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I will never give U up, I will never give up on U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;U have WON over me, so I will never LOSE to temptations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I will marry U one day, grow old with U, and cherish every moment I have with U. I will not die regretting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;U and me, that's how it should be... and it will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SbNyIOobYRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CDTvRb_leyw/s1600-h/Image(084).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310713871292129554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SbNyIOobYRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CDTvRb_leyw/s320/Image(084).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SbNyH0FhVBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cj-ILr4CnX4/s1600-h/P1050251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310713864166396946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SbNyH0FhVBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/cj-ILr4CnX4/s320/P1050251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SbNyIZY8idI/AAAAAAAAASE/hchKSJFULqk/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310713874179983826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SbNyIZY8idI/AAAAAAAAASE/hchKSJFULqk/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SbNyIshijUI/AAAAAAAAASM/nQ--q06aj70/s1600-h/n654121396_2551942_2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310713879316303170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SbNyIshijUI/AAAAAAAAASM/nQ--q06aj70/s320/n654121396_2551942_2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Despite what we've gone through, what we're going through, I can't do anything but to trust U. I will leave it all up to U. U will decide my fate. I will never go, until U tell me to. I've resigned myself to this. Nothing will ever stop me from loving U. This is the life that I've chosen. One day, I'll be there with U, somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5804655261687770176-8839793770957481680?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8839793770957481680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-vow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8839793770957481680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8839793770957481680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-vow.html' title='My Vow'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SbNyIOobYRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/CDTvRb_leyw/s72-c/Image(084).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-554096946368004405</id><published>2009-03-08T14:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:00:14.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;22 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Someone said to live is to love, and to love is to live.It brings out the best in life, loving. It brings about a sense of purpose. If we don't have anyone, we must love God. Love is the rule of life.People fall in love. It just depends on how deep. People can love the other, but not enough for many things. Things get in the way, they're supposed to. It's up to the individual to decide what's right. Sometimes it's wrong to one, but right to the other. It doesn't matter as long as one gets what they want. No one lives forever. People come, people go. Just depends on how long they stay and how much of an impact they've made in the lives of others. We all hope we've done something right in life, we all know how much is enough, we all know when it should end. The thing about life is, we're not supposed to decide when it ends, and that's where it's unfair. I'm not even talking about those who wanted to live longer but can't. I'm talking about those who've had enough but can't die. They look back and say they don't need more, but they just can't go. Someone said, Everybody dies. The aim is not to live forever, but to leave behind something that does. Sometimes, people want to die while that something is still there, so that it will live on. They wouldn't want to go when it has faded out. Something like love. We live in a miserable world, where we are supposed to feel miserable no matter how happy we are. Nothing is enough, there is always a threat of losing what we have. Worst of all is the greatest sin of man. We never appreciate what we have till it's gone. Time is our greatest enemy. 'How should I spend today? What do I do now? When should I do this?', happens too often. Being individualistic is another great sin. We want what's good for ourselves, we never really consider who it might affect or how things would turn out later. We're so concerned with 'now' to bother with 'later', too drawn to 'later' to appreciate 'now' too. Everything has two sides to it. Duality. We either rush or procrastinate, and neither is right for anything. There is no balance. Duality means two, there is no in-between. So we either decide on one and lose the other, vice-versa. How do we choose? Life is a game after all, nothing more than a simple coin toss would explain it. That is how we handle things. Go for one, let go of the other. We aim, plan, start, but how we end is entirely not up to us, no matter how much we think we're in control. A bullet shot towards the sky will meet gravity, air resistance or even the occasional poor bastard bird. A song sang about how life is a bullet, how it tears through you and me, not caring about you or me. Sometimes we can't handle thinking about how we end anymore, we just want to end it the way we want. So we end our lives. Many see it as cowardice, but then again to some extent, they're brave because they chose something. We question ourselves from time to time, 'Is life worth living?'. The answer is simple. Yes if you want to go through something that can't be controlled, and No if you don't. So here's to life and all it's wonders and madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Madness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-554096946368004405?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/554096946368004405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/03/22-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/554096946368004405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/554096946368004405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/03/22-years.html' title='22 years'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-4920558527392931022</id><published>2009-03-08T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:12:47.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I Miss My &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have never believed in those silly lines you read in books, on why you love someone and why imperfection makes a relationship better. No matter how we deny it, or how much of a cliche it is, I guess the books were correct after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I miss U annoying the shit out of me, I miss U making weird faces, I miss the fights too... because after that we'd always make up and feel good about it. I miss U... I can't wait for U to come home. It's always raining when U're gone. Food doesn't taste right, nothing's as fun anymore. One day I'll make sure I'll never have to say goodbye to U again, that is my goal... And my dream is to be with U forever. Forget being a rockstar or a soccer player, because being those can't ever make me feel happier than being with U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;As for now, I hope U're doing fine and life is good there. Always thinking of U and I hope U're thinking of me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love U!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SbKqcW5y5AI/AAAAAAAAARs/Fny84OpqiJE/s1600-h/n654121396_2552019_3992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310494314784285698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SbKqcW5y5AI/AAAAAAAAARs/Fny84OpqiJE/s320/n654121396_2552019_3992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I'll keep on loving U, Forever and a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-4920558527392931022?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4920558527392931022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4920558527392931022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4920558527392931022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-my-love.html' title='I Miss My Love'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SbKqcW5y5AI/AAAAAAAAARs/Fny84OpqiJE/s72-c/n654121396_2552019_3992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-4650409274953135929</id><published>2008-11-21T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:26:15.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hi I'm Troy Boulder (slightly harder than Troy Bolton) and I would like to dedicate this song to my Linny! Psst psst, to my Gabby Tully too HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-4650409274953135929?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4650409274953135929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/11/man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4650409274953135929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4650409274953135929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/11/man.html' title='The Man!'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-304791993092375919</id><published>2008-10-27T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:44:19.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BASTARD&lt;/span&gt; POPCORN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A BASTARD &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Popcorn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;flew straight from the hot popper into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hunny's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. I'm picking &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; up from work I don't care! Whoever started the stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;popcorn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;popping thing should be fined! So dangerous. I hope &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;U &lt;/span&gt;are ok &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hunny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SQWpiUg_NMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tgvMyhsGSH8/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image(293).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261798146740008130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SQWpiUg_NMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tgvMyhsGSH8/s320/Copy+of+Image(293).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-304791993092375919?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/304791993092375919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/10/popcorn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/304791993092375919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/304791993092375919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/10/popcorn.html' title='Popcorn'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SQWpiUg_NMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/tgvMyhsGSH8/s72-c/Copy+of+Image(293).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-757470441423159369</id><published>2008-10-27T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:31:22.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hun&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I thought Hunny died last week. She totally disappeared when we were supposed to meet at &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IKEA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Couldn't get through when I called and I waited at the main entrace for quite long till bad thoughts crept into my head thinking of the many possible circumstances as to why she was late. One thought lead to another and I suddenly had an image of her being involved in an accident or something and I couldn't help but to walk from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IKEA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;all the way to Queenstown MRT, asking bus uncles along the way if any of their busses got into any accidents or delays as Hunny was supposed to be coming by only one bus service. The two uncles from the busses I asked just told me to get off. Then I went to the MRT station and asked the station control of any delays or accidents and they said no. So I went down to look for her at the nearby coffeeshops and stuff, hoping to find her trying to call me by public phone because her phone has problems sometimes which was probably why I couldn't get through when I called. She was nowhere to be found. So I walked back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IKEA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and there she was, safe and with and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;plastic bag to boot. Please NEVER EVER scare me like that again Hunny :( I love U and I don't want U to die :( &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SQWlqCb1ZqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EhCY-4yE3_U/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261793881278998178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SQWlqCb1ZqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EhCY-4yE3_U/s320/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know we may have our differences sometimes and we quarrel and I'm sorry :( but I really realised that day that I cannot imagine being without U and I'd be very lost without U. Sorry for being annoying, I can't help it and I will continue being so :( but I just want U to know that I NEED U. Please never go away or disappear... Ok???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-757470441423159369?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/757470441423159369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/10/hunny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/757470441423159369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/757470441423159369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/10/hunny.html' title='Hunny'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SQWlqCb1ZqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/EhCY-4yE3_U/s72-c/DSC00679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-6812003608954553498</id><published>2008-09-17T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:33:22.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;sta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lgic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I've just managed to put Final Fantasy VIII into my PSP and oh my god I was celebrating like mad when I figured out how to put PS One games into a PSP considering the amount of rocket science language I had to read through to patch up my PSP.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SNETP6KYaEI/AAAAAAAAALs/Jo_glcncbaU/s1600-h/ff8_squall2_640x468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246996204895103042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SNETP6KYaEI/AAAAAAAAALs/Jo_glcncbaU/s320/ff8_squall2_640x468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SNETP6KYaEI/AAAAAAAAALs/Jo_glcncbaU/s1600-h/ff8_squall2_640x468.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I remember when Hafiz used to come over to my place after school just to watch me play this. We were both captivated by the story and gameplay. This game was a breakthrough in RPG gaming, with new features added to the somewhat classic systems other games have been adopting. Oh yeah no matter what people think, FF8 kicks FF7's ass! Made in 1999, it's still considered one of the best games I've ever played. Today's games just aim to be flashy with graphics but delivers nothing in their storyline and gameplay. Next up on my list are Suikoden 1 and 2, Metal Gear Solid and Legend of Dragoon. Wonder what else there are. Gotta think PS 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I've also uploaded a song from the past haha. From one of my favourite compilation CD's. More like a soundtrack, badk in 1999 also. Memories are so cool, especially when you have a past like mine wahaha!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SNEUshaYq3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/CqCawOuwoxg/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246997795979176818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SNEUshaYq3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/CqCawOuwoxg/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently liking this girl from Sonic Syndicate. What a hottie! Oh ya have you guys watched&lt;/strong&gt; Cyborg She&lt;strong&gt; yet? Go rent it hahaha. Fine fine Hunny I'll stop promoting it. Goodnight! Sorry Fiz, Mac D is too farrrrr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5804655261687770176-6812003608954553498?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6812003608954553498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/09/nostalgic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6812003608954553498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6812003608954553498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/09/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SNETP6KYaEI/AAAAAAAAALs/Jo_glcncbaU/s72-c/ff8_squall2_640x468.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-3830387595229392250</id><published>2008-09-02T21:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:14:20.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget About the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget About the Rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well it's been raining nowadays. The weather seems to fit my mood just right. Things aren't going too well with my life. Plus I'm beginning to think that I really have some serious injury. My ankles have been hurting for almost a year now and I've gone to see the M.O (Medical Officer) a few times but he kept delaying my scan. When he actually sent me to the scan, they scanned my back instead, thinking it had something to do with my spine. The results turned out fine, no spinal problem. Now I wonder how much longer I'd have to wait for my ankle scan. I hope they don't scan my ass or something this time.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SL1GO4PS6QI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZxrQfau8Oek/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241422762757777666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SL1GO4PS6QI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZxrQfau8Oek/s320/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bought Hunny this graduation bear. We decided to name it Jalepeno (not Jalapeno). Plus I found a PSP and stuff. Bought cool shoes too. Oh well other than that I don't really have much to say. I'll update tomorrow. Nitey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You said your hope was lost. My eyes were stinging hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The first of the tears to fall hurts the worst of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I had it all planned out, what I was going to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;But then that lump in my throat stole my words away. Darling, if nothing else, I know that this is true; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'd have nobody if I don't have you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;But you said your hope was lost, my eyes were stinging hot, the first of the tears to fall...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Have you given too much away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Are you giving us up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Did the going get tough this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Don't give up on us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that this is true, at least it used to be, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you'd have nobody if you don't have me... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And didn't we say forever? Didn't I promise you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didn't we say forever?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-3830387595229392250?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3830387595229392250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/09/forget-about-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/3830387595229392250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/3830387595229392250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/09/forget-about-rain.html' title='Forget About the Rain'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SL1GO4PS6QI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZxrQfau8Oek/s72-c/DSC00688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-6199447350654142807</id><published>2008-07-22T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:49:02.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STAY YOUNG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just something I wanna share. I read a book from Mitch Albom and we all know how sad his books can be. I recently finished ''For one more day'' and I have to say that book really made me realise how short life is and how important relationships are. It's about a man who lost his mother and how he didn't get to tell her things he's been keeping to himself. When life went bad for him and he decides to return to his hometown to kill himself, he miraculously found his mother there and the story proceeds. I won't tell you how it goes in case you'd like to read it. Life is really short so don't forget to tell your loved ones you love them and don't let your days slip by because you won't know which one's gonna be your last. So here's a beautiful song for all of you to hear and to all, stay young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nothing to lose is a path you can choose and it feels just right at the time. Then one day you awake with a fear you can't shake, you're an actor forgetting your lines. You were a star when you started, so bright eyed and ready but now you just can't seem to shine. Nothing to lose is a path that you choose and it feels just right at the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But can you still remember your very first kiss or the future you hoped for when we were still kids? Stay young, stay young. There are constants like gravity, heartbreak and shame, you can never out-run them, they're part of your name like lessons you learn from a past you can't change, stay young, stay young for a lifetime of paying dues and ruthless reviews, yeah it's hard not to end up a cynic when everyone's too scared to walk in your shoes but can work up the nerve to be critics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh, can you still remember your very first kiss or the future you hoped for when we were still kids? Stay young, stay young - no, don't lose you heart. Don't lose your soul. Don't give up control. It's the business end of a loaded gun, facing tomorrows of black, useless lungs with nothing but lies left on tips of our tongues, stay young, stay young! Oh can you still remember your very first kiss or the future you hoped for when we were still kids trying to keep up our innocence in this fucked up world? Stay young...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-6199447350654142807?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6199447350654142807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/07/stay-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6199447350654142807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6199447350654142807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/07/stay-young.html' title='Stay Young'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-5101661421515788865</id><published>2008-07-20T15:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:09:59.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay Okay I'm Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;Okay Okay I'm Posting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Very sorry for the delay and all I've been ill for a week. Been having fever since Monday. Vomitting and stuff. It's all good now but my mom's having trouble washing puke off my V mask and costume because I keep telling her not to wipe it roughly. Yes yes I was still in my get-up while I was puking. No time to rest while corruption spreads! Here's a look at my V mask with puke.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILr6M9pXvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DYp7Lk8j0vU/s1600-h/41%252BoZLS5pIL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224997902847926002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILr6M9pXvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DYp7Lk8j0vU/s320/41%252BoZLS5pIL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;The robe's kinda worse so i'll leave it for now. Anyway I have to say I ate the worst thing that could be served with bread. It's just revolting. It's from delifrance and it's some beef thingy baguette but it tasted like rotten meat and it had a strong wasabi taste. I dont remember what it's called but it should be called 'Poop on a Plate' seriously. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILtFaXO1mI/AAAAAAAAAKk/M7bLYyZrAaE/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224999194935088738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILtFaXO1mI/AAAAAAAAAKk/M7bLYyZrAaE/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hafiz has been suggesting that I swap my hat for a bin helmet but in the name of fashion I'll stick to the hat. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILu-mEdXBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJVpDZZfWz8/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225001276841745426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILu-mEdXBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tJVpDZZfWz8/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A picture that goes to show that you do experience bad bug attacks in forested areas. When I scoured the forests looking for our infamous limp bizkit (Mas), my buddy took a photo of me being attacked by this humongous bug that had plants growing on it's head. Luckily it only missed my back by inches.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILv2jkggCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ciU5QCIUFz4/s1600-h/Image099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225002238243536930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILv2jkggCI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ciU5QCIUFz4/s320/Image099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just kidding Hunny :) I kinda sense U mite scold me for this but hey I can always get U a chocolate :D &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILwS1BcHMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/W22Jjow5-QA/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225002723964624066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILwS1BcHMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/W22Jjow5-QA/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyway KL trip was amazing. I need another holiday! Had so much food there it's crazy. I just love Subway. Too bad I didn't get to eat Carl's Jr there. No time and by the third day the only one who had cash left was Hunny so she had to treat both of us. Sorry Bee :(&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILxJg5tSmI/AAAAAAAAALE/votgyvioWP8/s1600-h/Image076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225003663456291426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILxJg5tSmI/AAAAAAAAALE/votgyvioWP8/s320/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILxJyZRbwI/AAAAAAAAALM/ZSY0TqoOGws/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225003668152086274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILxJyZRbwI/AAAAAAAAALM/ZSY0TqoOGws/s320/Image083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILxJyZRbwI/AAAAAAAAALM/ZSY0TqoOGws/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow they managed to get me to do thaipusam because, afterall, I AM Indian. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILxqSUb1eI/AAAAAAAAALU/BVJ1bjLEw1Q/s1600-h/Image087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225004226477544930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILxqSUb1eI/AAAAAAAAALU/BVJ1bjLEw1Q/s320/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh well time to end the post cuz' now I'm gonna call Hunny and accompany her to work. One last pic before I go, of Wee Kheng Toon who just ORD this past friday and I missed it because I was on MC. Take care bro and thanks for all the help. Good luck with your future and God bless.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILygmjwPBI/AAAAAAAAALc/87aanfSekJ0/s1600-h/Image100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225005159623441426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILygmjwPBI/AAAAAAAAALc/87aanfSekJ0/s320/Image100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-5101661421515788865?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5101661421515788865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-okay-im-posting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5101661421515788865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5101661421515788865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-okay-im-posting.html' title='Okay Okay I&apos;m Posting'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SILr6M9pXvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DYp7Lk8j0vU/s72-c/41%252BoZLS5pIL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-8206669841600825032</id><published>2008-07-02T12:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:30:04.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SORRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sorry for not blogging for so so long! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;'s been busy with his swashbuckling duties and the preparation for yet another 5th November. Ah anyway what was I gonna say... Oh yes! I got a new &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; mask!(I'm not kidding) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SGsC4OLN1dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pr7RRX2x0kM/s1600-h/41%252BoZLS5pIL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218267758139921874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SGsC4OLN1dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pr7RRX2x0kM/s320/41%252BoZLS5pIL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's so freakin cool! And only for $27 bucks! I know it's still the same as my face now but did you notice the line on the mouth? It's helps me talk clearly! Maybe now I won't mumble! For those who has been wondering what I've been up to, all I can say is I did some shopping tt actually changed my entire image. I got clothes from TOPMAN and ZARA. Freakin hell? I know! So not me rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I dunno what else to say, oh maybe I can add tt I'm back into my r'n'b phase. Damn you sister! Haha. I shall blog again tonight with more pictures for now &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; has to meet up with his Evey Azlin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-8206669841600825032?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8206669841600825032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8206669841600825032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8206669841600825032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/SGsC4OLN1dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pr7RRX2x0kM/s72-c/41%252BoZLS5pIL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-9162917940050523399</id><published>2008-03-19T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:45:29.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MANY MANY THINGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MANY MANY THINGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R-C1mKofcHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Jf9QjP0od9c/s1600-h/SL370155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179339238769913970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R-C1mKofcHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Jf9QjP0od9c/s320/SL370155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Well first I'd like to say sorry for not updating for so damn long. I had alot of time but me being me, my free time always ends up wasted. A few big events recently. There's my 4th year anniversary with Hunny, Incubus concert, my life rocks!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R-Cz_aofcEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9en9lRxVcbc/s1600-h/SL370161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179337473538355266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R-Cz_aofcEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9en9lRxVcbc/s320/SL370161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I came so close to touching Brandon. I almost fainted!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R-Cz_qofcFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9SuLvFxQjB4/s1600-h/SL370210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179337477833322578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R-Cz_qofcFI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9SuLvFxQjB4/s320/SL370210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Brandon's hot stuff! Anyways it was one hell of a night but how I wished the crowd would just shut up and let me listen to his beautiful voice wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R-Cz-qofcDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pa__2F1j4fA/s1600-h/SL370237.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179337460653453362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R-Cz-qofcDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pa__2F1j4fA/s320/SL370237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R-Cz_6ofcGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HI4qXpSCgAI/s1600-h/SL370239.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179337482128289890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R-Cz_6ofcGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HI4qXpSCgAI/s320/SL370239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went as a huge crowd. I started queueing at 2.30 PM but my cousin was already in the line at 1.30 PM so yeah we got the honour of being number 23 and 24 to enter! I was from work so I arrived late. Incubus Rocks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;After the show me and my cousin Syahmi Nazri had our mutual  yet dormant passion of being rockstars ignited and we are gonna start our long-awaited band soon. Too bad I don't have my sister's photo. All the guys including her (excluding Fiz and Wan) are all related! Rock family! Well I got my adik the ticket and he agreed to be my slave forever hahaha! Will update again when I get more photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-9162917940050523399?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/9162917940050523399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/03/many-many-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/9162917940050523399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/9162917940050523399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/03/many-many-things.html' title='MANY MANY THINGS!'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R-C1mKofcHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Jf9QjP0od9c/s72-c/SL370155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-290002052491739977</id><published>2008-01-20T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:46:21.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;B&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;After taking too long to realize, I now know how stupid I was to have placed so much hope, putting in so much effort to glue the shattered glass frame that holds our picture. I could always put it back together with time and effort, but the lines will still show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On a better note, me and my Hunny are approaching out 4th year anniversary. I still love you my little bug that feeds on most things but gets a headache from eating tomato soup and drinking mango tea. I had alot of fun yesterday and I'm so happy to finally get to spend a real long day with you. You're my everything sweetheart :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yes yes Fiz my blog gets abit dusty now and then. Can't really think of what to say because I lead quite a boring life due to my weekdays being taken away by the army. Well army life's gettin good so no complaints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Last but not least I would like to highlight a few things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;1: Thanks Hunny and Fiz for the birthday gifts and the outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;2:Thanks Fiz for the INCUBUS ticket!THIS IS BIGGGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;3:Thanks Hunny for always being there for me and for caring. I couldn't ask for more, simply because I got more than I could ever ask for. I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-290002052491739977?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/290002052491739977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/01/b-r-o-k-e-n-after-taking-too-long-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/290002052491739977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/290002052491739977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2008/01/b-r-o-k-e-n-after-taking-too-long-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-6830531825539432484</id><published>2007-12-16T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T03:08:04.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;PICS GALORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Finally after such a long time the fantabulous four finally reunite! And with our powers combined we are captain... ok fine I won't go there. The rain kinda kept us stranded at Heeren for quite awhile. After that Din treated us to pool! Met Douglas there aka DooDoo or Eggroll. Kinda nostalgic, playing at Meridien with Doug. Reminds me of about 3 to 4 years back when we used to frequently go there to meet him and hang out to play pool and just talk our days away. I miss most parts of my past man :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well after that we headed to a few places to take photos! Here are some from my cam. The others are in Timon's, will be featured later. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qbvig9_-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_A2TX0XC83k/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144267177896837090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qbvig9_-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_A2TX0XC83k/s320/DSC00005.JPG" 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;Young and not so dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qb_yg9__I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Jjt8QnftY04/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144267457069711346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qb_yg9__I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Jjt8QnftY04/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monstercue , once a second home to us 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QcVCg-AAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rWbqOUOox-8/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144267822141931522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QcVCg-AAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rWbqOUOox-8/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fabled Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QdBSg-ABI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hZ4cQqYuHUE/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144268582351142930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QdBSg-ABI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hZ4cQqYuHUE/s320/DSC00012.JPG" 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;The Doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QeLCg-ACI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qsyYG6jLao4/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144269849366495266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QeLCg-ACI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qsyYG6jLao4/s320/DSC00053.JPG" 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;N'Sync can't beat the boyband with THIS type of synchronicity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qexyg-ADI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DuKdbQhM_vQ/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144270515086426162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qexyg-ADI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DuKdbQhM_vQ/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gay boys, lovin' every moment of it&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 href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QfNCg-AEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LgOzAZ_-pVc/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144270983237861442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QfNCg-AEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LgOzAZ_-pVc/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told Din that the stone dragon isn't a kiddy ride and there is no coin slot so you can make it move. He got pissed, as you can see.&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 href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QfvSg-AFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eFngpTr4mgo/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144271571648381010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QfvSg-AFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eFngpTr4mgo/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clawed Ass and the Kodak Moment yelp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QgSig-AGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nVX36jEF-t0/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144272177238769762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QgSig-AGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/nVX36jEF-t0/s320/Image027.jpg" 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;Boyband promo shot 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qgqig-AHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DaXoM2zDhHs/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144272589555630194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qgqig-AHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DaXoM2zDhHs/s320/Image028.jpg" 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;Promo shot 2 (by now you should be able to tell that their album isn't selling so well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QhCCg-AII/AAAAAAAAAIs/1q3OV3Y9yoM/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144272993282556034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QhCCg-AII/AAAAAAAAAIs/1q3OV3Y9yoM/s320/Image031.jpg" 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;Jocelyn Yeo being extra strict on her students, forcing them to practice the starting dive on concrete instead of a pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qhcyg-AJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7mrEuVkjZTo/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144273452844056722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qhcyg-AJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7mrEuVkjZTo/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If walkways had a height-limit indicator for human traffic like those at carparks for vehicles, this would be it&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 href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QiHyg-AKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rfp_gh-V7Cc/s1600-h/Image034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144274191578431650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QiHyg-AKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rfp_gh-V7Cc/s320/Image034.jpg" 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;Cheerleader audition photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qieig-ALI/AAAAAAAAAJE/F-ekmSAaJuU/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144274582420455602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qieig-ALI/AAAAAAAAAJE/F-ekmSAaJuU/s320/Image016.jpg" 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;br /&gt;Nuggets over Hafiz ANYTIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QjWig-AMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rXyf_d3op4Y/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144275544493129922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QjWig-AMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rXyf_d3op4Y/s320/Image035.jpg" 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;Stoned Raiders(notice how captions are usually nicer when I'm in the pic?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qjsig-ANI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RHlTE3topko/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144275922450251986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qjsig-ANI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RHlTE3topko/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning on our new business, creating a new LORONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QkHCg-AOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Tj7vVLs5fyU/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144276377716785378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2QkHCg-AOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Tj7vVLs5fyU/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the end credits! Din, Hafiz, Timon and yeah that really really ridiculously good looking fellow on the far right is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets meet up again soon guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-6830531825539432484?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6830531825539432484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/12/pics-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6830531825539432484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6830531825539432484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/12/pics-galore.html' title='Pics Galore'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/R2Qbvig9_-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_A2TX0XC83k/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-5183196531839059742</id><published>2007-11-11T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:39:02.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Hungry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm Hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yep right now I'm really hungry and too lazy to get out and get food. Passed another prac with Hafiz. Can't wait to get my licence a.s.a.p. I'm hating army life as usual. Another 1 and a half years to go&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well it's about time I changed the blog song haha. Sorry Fhasha. It'll be back up soon. Just need a little change for now. I hope next week's outing with the sec sch guys happens. It's been way too long. Live Pavan said, the last time we went out was like 4 to 5 years back and all we did was ear at Long John's and went home haha. Pathetic. Football was great yesterday. Scored three. It's been almost like what, 3 months since I last touched the ball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I kinda miss fasting month. It makes the meals more special. Back to camp again tomorrow. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To the beast at the helm of the nation with the star spangled banner. For all those whom you've led to bloodshed, rape and poverty. For all the parents who have lost their children, in the name of your greed in digits. For the people who have lost their dignity and their very right to live... I wanna see you suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-5183196531839059742?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5183196531839059742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5183196531839059742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5183196531839059742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-hungry.html' title='I&apos;m Hungry'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-7101126436269875777</id><published>2007-11-06T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:01:18.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;TIRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Damn I'm tired of working, seriously. Anyway I passed my first prac with ease and on to prac 1.02! Still a long way to go though. This time I'll be doing it with Hafiz so it might be more relaxing and fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Been down with some strange illnesses these past weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kinda sad that ITE mates didn't get to organize a Raya outing. It's already the fourth week, no more Raya by this coming 13th. Saw Ziela about 2 weeks ago at Queenstown. Though we were not really close and stuff, I felt really happy when I saw her. I guess I do miss ITE somehow. Compared to the Army, school was so much more enjoyable and meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I miss two idiots badly man. Han and Yaht, do contact me soon and meet up! I really miss you guys man. Do spare a measly hour for me or sometheing. Go makan or something, but no Army talk please haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Last but not least I really hope I can clear my leave and go on a holiday. I miss feeling free and relaxed. I miss going to another country, running away from everything. I saw a friend play Suikoden 2 on PSP. I want a PSP! The new slim version or whatever it's called, but bike first though. For now, I just wanna say I miss my ITE friends and this Raya doesn't feel complete somehow. Ahh someone's screaming for help, time for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to spring into action! Now which weapon should I use... my shaver or my stinky army uniform?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-7101126436269875777?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7101126436269875777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/11/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7101126436269875777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7101126436269875777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/11/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-5739415021976209740</id><published>2007-10-25T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:22:44.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bike License</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bike License&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes, yes, I am enrolling this saturday. Honestly I can't wait to complete it, get my bike and say goodbye to Night Riders. I don't know what bike to get, though I've decided its gonna be a sports bike. KR, SP or CBR haha. Here's a bike I want but is impossible to get.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RyCJ4CW40KI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oPHWbsnB_ME/s1600-h/p01215_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125247971746173090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RyCJ4CW40KI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oPHWbsnB_ME/s320/p01215_0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've not posted for so long and I would like to apologise to all my fans and devotees haha kidding. Been busy with NS. Everyday I come home wanting to do everything that I possibly could, things that I'm missing out due to NS such as gaming, reading and of course seeing Hunny. It's kinda miserable for me because back then I was in total control of my time and now it seems like I'm collared to my camp and I could only go out for a certain duration before going back. Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well at least now I'll have the license to occupy my mind with, and I'm catching up on animes that I've left behind. My cousin said he found a drummer so all I need now is a bassist and Rockstar I'll be! Wahaha kidding. Well I'll be back soon, or not so soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5804655261687770176-5739415021976209740?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5739415021976209740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/10/bike-license.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5739415021976209740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5739415021976209740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/10/bike-license.html' title='Bike License'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RyCJ4CW40KI/AAAAAAAAAE0/oPHWbsnB_ME/s72-c/p01215_0068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-8971187602779140511</id><published>2007-09-24T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:02:57.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yugi-Oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yugi-Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm so addicted to Yugi-Oh haha. We started playing the cards like over 4 years back and after ditching the game for about 3 years we suddenly started playing again for fun and with the introduction of new cards we suddenly got hooked. I think it just shows that we miss the old days and maybe wanna relive portions of it. Some of the cards that I'd like to have, the Six Samurai cards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RvapmNHaZkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FOnh2x64cgI/s1600-h/TheSixSamurai-IrouSTON-EN-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113460900746651202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RvapmNHaZkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FOnh2x64cgI/s320/TheSixSamurai-IrouSTON-EN-C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RvaqRNHaZmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vwWkMCgll9E/s1600-h/TheSixSamurai-KamonSTON-EN-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113461639481026146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RvaqRNHaZmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vwWkMCgll9E/s320/TheSixSamurai-KamonSTON-EN-C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rvanh9HaZhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/m40WfEnuUzg/s1600-h/TheSixSamurai-YaichiSTON-EN-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113458628708951570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rvanh9HaZhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/m40WfEnuUzg/s320/TheSixSamurai-YaichiSTON-EN-C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rvanv9HaZjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3n5j8oeIEI/s1600-h/TheSixSamurai-ZanjiSTON-EN-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113458869227120178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rvanv9HaZjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/E3n5j8oeIEI/s320/TheSixSamurai-ZanjiSTON-EN-C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rvanh9HaZgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k_S-5SZ-S1E/s1600-h/TheSixSamurai-NisashiSTON-EN-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113458628708951554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rvanh9HaZgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k_S-5SZ-S1E/s320/TheSixSamurai-NisashiSTON-EN-C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RvaniNHaZiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NQtAY3AHwWY/s1600-h/TheSixSamurai-YarizaSTON-EN-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113458633003918882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RvaniNHaZiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NQtAY3AHwWY/s320/TheSixSamurai-YarizaSTON-EN-C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Haha I know it might seem childish but hey it's the only thing besides soccer that makes me and Hafiz meet up so yeah its fun and it requires alot of thinking because there are thousands of cards and you are only allowed 40 to 50 cards in a deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ahh why am I blabbering about Yugi-Oh. Well life's boring these few days. No soccer due to fasting, Hafiz has been working so no Yugi but Din's gonna get interested in it again and start it... again! All of us are into it now except for Timon. Boo! Well Timon I guess it's just DOTA for me and you haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-8971187602779140511?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8971187602779140511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/09/yugi-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8971187602779140511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8971187602779140511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/09/yugi-oh.html' title='Yugi-Oh'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RvapmNHaZkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FOnh2x64cgI/s72-c/TheSixSamurai-IrouSTON-EN-C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-6610252681857094647</id><published>2007-09-20T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:50:35.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubbish</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ru&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;bb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;This anti-equilibrium, &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;is a euphemism for hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;We all try to anticipate all eventualities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but sometimes the consequences to our actions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;travesty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A eulogy to the joys of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-6610252681857094647?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6610252681857094647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/09/rubbish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6610252681857094647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6610252681857094647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/09/rubbish.html' title='Rubbish'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-4269046472560414838</id><published>2007-09-17T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:55:33.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Short &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One day hafiz accidentally stepped on Timon's mat shoe and Timon took the opportunity to bully Hafiz.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Ru6h0BRaeSI/AAAAAAAAADU/BUUVQorTlsY/s1600-h/haha1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111200542178834722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Ru6h0BRaeSI/AAAAAAAAADU/BUUVQorTlsY/s320/haha1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hafiz is the brown Gingerbread man lookalike and Timon is the black bangla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Din (the blue ant) happened to be around and since he's serving NS as a policeman he decides to stop the argument with his newfound authority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Ru6h7hRaeTI/AAAAAAAAADc/-vp8W5qEGWw/s1600-h/haha2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111200671027853618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Ru6h7hRaeTI/AAAAAAAAADc/-vp8W5qEGWw/s320/haha2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timon couldn't give a crap and Hafiz objected Din's instructions but put his hands up just in case Din decides to use lethal force. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V (the red avatar of justice) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;thinks the situation is too mesy and out of control so he decides to settle it himself.!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111200671027853634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Ru6h7hRaeUI/AAAAAAAAADk/jTrT65TPWfw/s320/haha3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Haha just kidding guys. Lets buka at Geylang!Tuesday!Which is in 6 mins time.&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/5804655261687770176-4269046472560414838?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4269046472560414838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/09/short-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4269046472560414838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4269046472560414838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/09/short-story.html' title='Short Story'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Ru6h0BRaeSI/AAAAAAAAADU/BUUVQorTlsY/s72-c/haha1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-5524117980241243283</id><published>2007-09-15T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:56:15.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Baaaaack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not enjoying my loss of freedom since I've joined the army but what the hell I've learnt to appreciate things that I've taken for granted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really miss my long hair. Not having to wax my hair everyday is really weird. I don't feel good. HLEB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RuuclBRaeOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OpCT-QcDKJA/s1600-h/P1090507%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110350361992526050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RuuclBRaeOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OpCT-QcDKJA/s320/P1090507%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was at the last gathering before I was enlisted. Ahhh good times. Screw you NS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway I love you Hunny! Thanks for giving me your support when I am down, it really helps to have you one call away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last but not least I would like to wish all fellow Muslims a happy fasting month haha. It's ok it's just a month. It will make us appreciate food more and also lose weight for some of my heavier friends wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;P.S Farhan is so much thinner now and happy P.o.P to Yaht!&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/5804655261687770176-5524117980241243283?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5524117980241243283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-baaaaack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5524117980241243283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5524117980241243283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaack'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RuuclBRaeOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OpCT-QcDKJA/s72-c/P1090507%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-153154444791758830</id><published>2007-07-28T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:40:13.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traumatic Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Traumatic Childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;That's the conclusion of my visits.Sorry for disappointing your image of me as a tough and outgoing guy. I guess my past really did come back to haunt me. Now I can't stop worrying about home. Heart check-up in a month. I think my heart rubbed against my ribs or something like that. Unpleasant and painful experience. Throbbing headaches, diarrhoea, vomitting. Thank you &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ARMY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for these wonderful experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't get me wrong army CAN be fun. It WOULD HAVE BEEN fun if the bloody "gangsters" didnt merge up and ignored the rest of the platoon mates. 1/2 of my platoon is made up of them. Thank you guys for making life easy for us non-gangsters and thank you guys for making the environment really condusive, especially with all your stupid and unecessary fights with the weaker guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How I wish I could get bunk mates or at least platoon mates like those Timon and Wesley has. Life would have been easier, most definately. Sorry to all whom I've disappointed with this showing of my weaknesses and sorry if I can't live up to your expectations. I hope my plans on getting out of this works. Pray for me. To Yaht, I know what you're going through and I've been there. You should see my Coy man. You're lucky to be in echo. Take care bro and congratulations, you've surpassed me in terms of endurance. You're stronger than you think and I know you can make it. Walk on bro, be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-153154444791758830?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/153154444791758830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/traumatic-childhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/153154444791758830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/153154444791758830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/traumatic-childhood.html' title='Traumatic Childhood'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-130527659240585462</id><published>2007-07-10T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T01:31:55.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Last Post B4 NS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;2nd Last Post B4 NS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Got no idea on what to say about NS. It's really weird for me because I'm not the least worried. Just scared of developing some weird ass crotch rash or something haha. I mean people are worried but I'm not. It's just weird. If you've known me long enough, you should know that the Haikal from 5-6 years ago would have definately been worried, about more things than 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1- I would have been worrying about how I'm gonna make friends there. Socializing has never been my forte. I was so scared to talk to people, hell, I didn't even order my own food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2- I would have been more worried about what to bring and I would have brought a huge ass bag with too many things that I won't even use!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3- I would have been so self-concious about me being botak that I would have gone out of my way to Queensway to buy a bandana! Ok fine this part still sticks because I just did it last week or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've changed a lot haven't I? Maybe not point number 3 but hey I order my own food now ok! Unless when I'm lazy haha which is most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jango is like my new favourite word. I don't know but it just has a certain Zing to it when you say it. Tul, Hunny's sister, was reading out questions about Harry Potter characters and we were supposed to guess who it was and knowing only about a handful of characters in the show, I answered everything as Jango hahaha. It just rolls off your tongue effortlessly and sounds somewhat unpleasant. I LIKE IT. JANGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wonder if there will be any weird retarded Mei Xian lineage bunkmates in my camp later. If there is and if he gets us punished for doing stupid things I will personally carry out an espionage mission and transfer his bed and locker to some empty corner of some secluded building. How about ghostly encounters? Kinda prepared for that since I have had my fair share of it. Food is gonna be horrible but hey at least I can have my 3 meals a day compared to the unstable frequency of meals at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gonna miss many people though. Wonder how I'll manage my time. I'm ready though, more than before. I know I'm made for this. It's time. Sorry for the boring post. Just wanted to express myself abit more before I go. Timon, thanks for that tribute of yours, it was really touching. Thanks for everything too bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5804655261687770176-130527659240585462?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/130527659240585462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/2nd-last-post-b4-ns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/130527659240585462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/130527659240585462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/2nd-last-post-b4-ns.html' title='2nd Last Post B4 NS'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-3576195778221455850</id><published>2007-07-06T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:38:09.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;7 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;That's how long I have left till enlistment. I'm still not scared but I know I'm gonna miss my family, Hunny and friends. Plus things are going to change drastically in terms of my daily life and friendships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;No more slacking around for me, which is what I've been doing for so long. From 7 days later my life will be going at a faster pace than I've ever driven it. For the first time in my life I feel as though I don't have control over my gears and the shifting will be forcefully done by time itself. I feel alot heavier in terms of responsibilities weighing down on me, as if I feel my existence becoming more meaningful and I'm not floating in naivity anymore. In 7 days I will be completely down to earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Watched Transformers yesterday (finally) and I think I know why I'm not the least anxious or worried. Seeing soldiers in combat really gives me goosebumps and I think I'm born for action. Come to think of it I was never the type to sit around quietly and ponder on things and I always needed something to do and got into the most trouble among my friends. To summarise it, I simply love to get through adversity and explore my limits. I need to kick some butt to truly feel alive, but not participate in meaningless "I'm better than you" events like MR MAMAK hahaha. Why does everyone like Bumblebee? I prefer Frenzy! Cute! Though Starscream and Sixshot has always been my favourite though Sixshot wasn't featured. Not to mention Beast Wars's Dinobot!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Ro3nVEdioAI/AAAAAAAAACs/ixuA5u5neS0/s1600-h/400x445_frenzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083973903532072962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Ro3nVEdioAI/AAAAAAAAACs/ixuA5u5neS0/s320/400x445_frenzy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To Yaht, don't worry so much. There will always be people who are weaker than you and if they can make it, you can. You're only as weak as your mind allows. Just worry about people who you will leave behind, I guess that makes you appreciate them more. I know I will miss Ibu the most, she's my life. My family will really be missed. Hunny, I will miss you like mad and I will miss your voice and encouragements. I hope I can still call you at night and you can lift me through the entire ordeal. My friends, these past few events have really disappointed me. Some of you just can't be bothered that this was my last week out with you guys. Things will drastically change when I'm in and trust me, compared to now which is already bad, we won't be seeing each other another 80% of the time. For some, like Pang, though you have never really been close to us in the past, thanks for bothering. How I wish you joined us earlier so we could show you the ways of the world haha. You have alot to learn. I wonder how close the guys will be by the time I'm out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Enough rambling, for now, hope NS will be fun. Oh and goodbye Luis Garcia, the most influential footballer in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-3576195778221455850?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3576195778221455850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/7-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/3576195778221455850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/3576195778221455850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/7-days.html' title='7 Days'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Ro3nVEdioAI/AAAAAAAAACs/ixuA5u5neS0/s72-c/400x445_frenzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-5330905119871237864</id><published>2007-07-01T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T10:47:12.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday me, Pang, Fiz and Timon went to Sentosa. Met under the block at 9.20 and then met Timon at 10.10 (late as usual) and set off for Harbourfront. Had breakfast at the hawker centre and Hafiz bought $3 fried bee hoon which I think was daylight robbery. I had Nasi Goreng Ikan Masin which was also $3. It was good, but the dried fish still had scales on them. Damn you auntie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Played beach volleyball under the blistering hot sun. Never have I experienced such heat. I've been to Sentosa countless times but I'm telling you yesterday was exceptionally hot! The sand was burning and we could barely keep our feet on the ground. We were like Hindus walking on fire at some temple. Ok maybe just Timon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RocQVUdin9I/AAAAAAAAACU/XCVUB82XQ7c/s1600-h/Image(287).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082048662966804434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RocQVUdin9I/AAAAAAAAACU/XCVUB82XQ7c/s320/Image(287).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy without Hafiz in the pic wahaha! After that we went to Vivo's Banquet to have our western food. Yummy. We were supposed to go watch Transformers but it was all sold out. Then we decided to play pool but something came up and Timon had to go back so we all took the cab with him. While in the cab Pang took out his MP3 and I asked him, "Pang your MP3 how many KB?1KB?" and he replied, "6 la!" with frustration because I was asking too many questions. Then I asked again, "6KB only? Lidat how many songs can you put in sia, So sad." haha then he shouted with anger, "6JB LA!". Then I looked at him, "JB? Johore Baru? Jiga Byte?" hahaha and at this point he gave up. Of course he meant GB. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RocRkkdin_I/AAAAAAAAACk/Hyzsa5rVAwg/s1600-h/Image(290).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082050024471437298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RocRkkdin_I/AAAAAAAAACk/Hyzsa5rVAwg/s320/Image(290).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Timon was rushing so he dropped us under his block and we had to walk to the bus stop. On the way we talked about Cantonese and I mentioned "Chap" and Pang said "Chap means sweat, or is also can mean sauce." I was confused whether he said source or sauce so I told him so spell it out and he said, "S-A-U-S-E" hahaha. SAUSE! Took 99 and in the bus I found my new best friend, a lighter! I kept irritating Hafiz with it, occasionally burning his shirt hahaha. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RocRkUdin-I/AAAAAAAAACc/eRFDgZwJcMY/s1600-h/Image(289).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082050020176469986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RocRkUdin-I/AAAAAAAAACc/eRFDgZwJcMY/s320/Image(289).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus he gets really irritated whenever i keep igniting the lighter near him repeatedly hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;After reaching home we met again and played Yugi-oh haha after so long of not playing. Then we decided to eat supper at a prata shop and Pang said he will treat me and Hafiz to one piece of "kosong". When the guy asked for our orders he said, "Uncle 3 piece kosong, 3 plates." The guy looked at him in awe and so did I. I thought he was kidding! So I cancelled the order and ordered muratabak instead. Had a good chat about secondary school life. Thanks guys lets go out again someday! Oh and I got sunburn on my back and I couldn't sleep peacefully because it hurts when I shift while sleeping and the pain will wake me up. Damn!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RocRkkdin_I/AAAAAAAAACk/Hyzsa5rVAwg/s1600-h/Image(290).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-5330905119871237864?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/5330905119871237864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunburnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5330905119871237864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/5330905119871237864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunburnt.html' title='Sunburnt'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RocQVUdin9I/AAAAAAAAACU/XCVUB82XQ7c/s72-c/Image(287).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-801684140381323305</id><published>2007-06-28T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:13:39.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Favourite Love Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is one beautiful song man...my favourtie of all time. Oh yesterday me Fiz and timon went out. Went to Queensway to find a bandana haha I can explain.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RoOi3Edin7I/AAAAAAAAACE/VlEgwoNWN2w/s1600-h/IMAGE_036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081083871578202034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RoOi3Edin7I/AAAAAAAAACE/VlEgwoNWN2w/s320/IMAGE_036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It's for covering my botak head later and of course I'll be wearing a cap over it. At around 5.30 I was about to head off to meet Hunny and as Hafiz and us split ways to head to our different destinations, Hunny told me that she was already headed home and I didn't need to go and meet her. So as we turned back we called Hafiz to meet us again and go out but he declined -_-".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to Peninsular to get Timon's tattoos done. The girl there was cute! Timon was dying when he saw her. Anyway Timon did his favourite characters on his hands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RoOkiUdin8I/AAAAAAAAACM/CKnczJK2dIU/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081085714119172034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RoOkiUdin8I/AAAAAAAAACM/CKnczJK2dIU/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not very nice indeed. Oh read the papers yesterday? Chris Benoit went insane and killed his family! I know why. After many many years of living, he sat in the kitchen while having coffee and figured, "What the F*ck! What kind of a name do I have? BENOIT!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So he decided to kill Mrs Benoit and 7 yo Benoit Junior, when he could have just went to change his name. Wrestlers I tell you. All the slams must have dropped his brain somewhere. I bet its somewhere near his thigh now because they look bigger than usual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well enjoy the song written by me! I have 15 days left till the ARMY calls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-801684140381323305?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/801684140381323305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-favourite-love-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/801684140381323305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/801684140381323305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-favourite-love-song.html' title='My Favourite Love Song'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RoOi3Edin7I/AAAAAAAAACE/VlEgwoNWN2w/s72-c/IMAGE_036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-7168090688612238710</id><published>2007-06-24T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T14:37:25.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capital V having little v's???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capital &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small v's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ever wondered about your future children? They say it has alot to do with genes and stuff but in some rare cases the kids didn't turn out to be like their parents. Just like Timon, being born fair and ended up a Mamak. Despite the small chances of kids not ending up like their parents I'm pretty sure my kid will be one noisy, irritating, outgoing, crazy smart ass. Not to mention good looking. If he's gonna be annoying I have a perfect example of a kid that my boy might end up like.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rn4PTaugZ6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/KPP4SP9Ok48/s1600-h/P1010213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079514255986812834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="169" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rn4PTaugZ6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/KPP4SP9Ok48/s320/P1010213.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ever-irritating brat. Muhaymin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Milo packet is bigger than his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hello Amin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If my kid is a girl then she'll probably end up noisy and irritating too. Probably Like someone I know but i refuse to mention if not my ears will get free enlargement despite it being already large enough. So my kid will probably look something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rn4QXqugZ7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dVCVrSswPtI/s1600-h/P1040188.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079515428512884658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rn4QXqugZ7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/dVCVrSswPtI/s320/P1040188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yep like that, lemon and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a great soccer session just now. Tiring though. Thanks to Ms Jasmin for the lovely chicken meal. So guys where shall we head to today&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-7168090688612238710?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7168090688612238710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/capital-v-having-little-vs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7168090688612238710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7168090688612238710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/capital-v-having-little-vs.html' title='Capital V having little v&apos;s???'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rn4PTaugZ6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/KPP4SP9Ok48/s72-c/P1010213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-8654074158153865001</id><published>2007-06-21T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:35:08.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ƒθ® Μγ β®۞†ĥ3®§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To my little brothers from other mothers, here are small details about each of you wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hafiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rnnyb6ugZ4I/AAAAAAAAABk/3fhxPlkMbn8/s1600-h/Image(237).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078356616271652738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rnnyb6ugZ4I/AAAAAAAAABk/3fhxPlkMbn8/s320/Image(237).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Your dad used to blame me for your truancy in P6, you decided not to help me sell off some jap porno game to your cousin and we ended up quarrelling in sec 2, you stole my hotdog when it was the only thing I had in this house in sec 3, you armlocked me and squashed my arm till it was about to break and made me cry in P4, you tried to steal Azlin from me by giving her a necklace in P3 or p4,you made me run into a kid and made his mouth bleed like mad and got me branded a kid-basher in P6, you pointed to me when everyone else kept quiet about me making noises in class and got me punished by Mr Raja in P6. Just some of the things, dropped Cluedo cards into Vivo City's plank crevice on 17th June 2007!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Some &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Smart (at times), good listener, great Street Soccer Goalkeeper, funny, contributes Nintendo DS in times of boredom, fell into my R&amp;B trap and now he listens to NeYo, always there when you need him,easy to make fun of( don't take it seriously eh haha),and my only accomplice in geeky stuff, gave me the best laugh in P5 when he did a shuttle run and as he picked up the beanbag he tripped over his leg and started spinning around slowly like a clumsy dinosaur for a full 3 seconds and fell on the rough tarmac and messed up his arms bad. Thanks Hafiz! From that point, you have completed my life. I can die peacefully now. A reliable strategist that is open to my suggestions. Overall I shall give them points, DOTA style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Strength:2/10 (Timid!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Agility:10/10 (That spin you did required unmatched agility!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Intelligence:8/10(For coming up with excuses you get 10. Deducted 2 points for thinking you can steal my hotdog and make me think its not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Timon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RnnybqugZ3I/AAAAAAAAABc/uk-9h0IKTSM/s1600-h/2413447903[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078356611976685426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RnnybqugZ3I/AAAAAAAAABc/uk-9h0IKTSM/s320/2413447903%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Oh firstly your name is in dark brown because kau MAMAK!Anyway, always interested in who I'm interested in (rene, kok, hanis etc), always challenging me for superiority, always saying he's better than me -_-" when I dun even wanna compete, never praises people, falls for girls too fast (giving new meaning to JET's "Are You Gonna Be My Girl?"), smokes too much and drinks Coke too much, punches walls because they can't fight back, loves MAT stuff, always trying to drag me to Subway and eat pork, PLUS YOU TOLD THE COPS WE STOLE THE BIKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Some &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Good listener, practical, understanding, listens to my advice, always there when needed, good source of food (either from leftovers since he doesn't finish his meals OR decides to treat me out of the blue), has a sister who sends pizza to my place, can share dark secrets with wahaha. DOTA points *drumroll*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Strength:7/10(can run and jump around like a mad lizard but can't get through most things on his own)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Agility:7/10(stiff on the dancefloor but quick to pull up his collar to protect his neck from Hafiz's breathing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Intelligence:6/10(pretty smart but mentally unstable at times and considers suicide and changing of love interest as much as considering Subway for breakfast/lunch/tea time/dinner/supper/supper-de &lt;-your language for EAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rnnyb6ugZ5I/AAAAAAAAABs/NjDw46mziFY/s1600-h/Image(239).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078356616271652754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rnnyb6ugZ5I/AAAAAAAAABs/NjDw46mziFY/s320/Image(239).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;Cracks REALLY lame jokes, can't be detected anywhere near eye-level(or chin...or neck...or chest...or you can put the plastic bag in another plastic bag!), always scolds people on the field(bising! such a small creature making huge noises), resorts to kicking plastic bags to make people laugh(bringing new definition to "how low can you go" oh wait I know! DIN LOW!), always studying and not free, forced me and Timon to sell porn to Banglas at the canal side in sec 3 to make some dirty desperate money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Some &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Skilled soccer player that can pair up with me perfectly, really fun to go out with in group outings, very sporting, can make a huge comeback from a really disappointing joke that could have resulted in "I don't friend you" situations, invented techniques on how to cook eggs and stuff with the microwave (has alot of time in his hands...and eggs) DOTA points?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Strength:10/10(the courage it takes to live on in this world despite being small takes alot of heart and therefore you get full points)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Agility: 5/10(dances well, quick footed but you spread your legs too much at the chalet and showed me something that is still in my worst nightmares once in awhile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Intelligence:5/10(loves to think about business and invented egg-microwaving but suggesting the idea of selling porn to Banglas? I don't think so!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the end all of them got 20 points and the remaining 10 points shamelessly lies in me and that makes me have 30 points WOO I'm the ULTIMATE DOTA HERO. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vagnificent!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-8654074158153865001?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8654074158153865001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-my-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8654074158153865001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8654074158153865001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-my-brothers.html' title='For My Brothers'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rnnyb6ugZ4I/AAAAAAAAABk/3fhxPlkMbn8/s72-c/Image(237).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-3330223973895834624</id><published>2007-06-21T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T09:33:24.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call V C®azy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Call V C®azy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talked to Hunny about marriage just now. It wasn't the first time but as I sat there at the bench and looked around, I can't help but notice the ever-changing world. There are construction works everywhere nowadays, people are upgrading and soon blocks with lifts that stop every 5-6 floors will be a thing of the past. Speaking of the "thing of the past", the same will happen with my age too. I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now and soon I'm gonna be big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. It's all going too fast for me. I just can't leave behind all the fun and move on to adulthood. It is really hard to let go of my youth, and I'm sure those reading this should feel the same too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RnmM0KugZ1I/AAAAAAAAABM/LGus-u5eDM8/s1600-h/P1050230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078244882697447250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RnmM0KugZ1I/AAAAAAAAABM/LGus-u5eDM8/s320/P1050230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;While talking about marriage just now I realised that it won't just be pretentious talk anymore. I'm almost into 3½ years with her and I realised that this should be it. I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;get married to this girl. I'm really growing old faster than I thought. Now I start to appreciate youth more but it's abit too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plus I'm crazy about her more than before so I guess there's no turning back now. This song is for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUNNY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wonder what will happen to our friendship, the four of us. Even without much distractions and living so close to each other doesn't help with the fact that we're drifting apart. Seems like our dependancy on each other is waning. It's really sad. I miss all of us hanging out together like last time, not caring about anything. Just Din, Fiz, Timon and me against the world. I wonder where it went, the bond. I just don't feel complete anymore.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RnmPj6ugZ2I/AAAAAAAAABU/qeGsfyguW_8/s1600-h/Image(252).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078247902059456354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RnmPj6ugZ2I/AAAAAAAAABU/qeGsfyguW_8/s320/Image(252).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Really miss those times. I sincerely wish we could stay the same forever. I guess it's a dumb wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;- We didn't plan to wear black at all. Met Fiz under the block and saw him in black. Met Timon at J.E and he was wearing black. Then we were like, " Skali Din wear white ah, the we cast him aside wahaha". Coincidentally he wore black too when we met at Lucky Plaza. He came from work. I miss you guys man. Let's go Sentosa one last time before I get enlisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I just can't seem to sleep. Bothered by a thing or two in my head. Home seems nicer now. Dad isn't making much noise anymore. It's more tranquil than I could ever imagine. Dad I still love you no matter what. I hope you see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last but not least I would like to urge to my fellow friends who are 20, abit older or younger. Appreciate your youth for you will leave this world sooner than you think. Plan ahead too. Don't do things simply because your parents tell you too. See the logic behind it and do it if you firmly believe in it. Get in touch with religion because if all else fails, your faith will never fail you. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;would like to thank dear readers for visiting his blog and do tag him more frequently thank you very much. &lt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;displaying his knowledge of manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-3330223973895834624?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/3330223973895834624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/call-v-cazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/3330223973895834624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/3330223973895834624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/call-v-cazy.html' title='Call V C®azy'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RnmM0KugZ1I/AAAAAAAAABM/LGus-u5eDM8/s72-c/P1050230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-6615559770259450948</id><published>2007-06-16T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T10:21:27.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V for Vadai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RnNEFaugZyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T4z__kgMylo/s1600-h/18181879124895l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V for Vadai!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm craving for vadai badly what the hell. I dreamt of some pasar malam giving away free vadai and I was eating like mad and suddenly the police came and took the vadai away. I was chasing the police car to reclaim my beloved vadai and I woke up screaming, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"VADAI!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076476872294950706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RnNE0augZzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UBL6Smj4FGM/s320/18181879124895l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's been a couple of years since I lost you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I wonder where you went. You were a good friend, no, sister. You were always here for me when I was sad and you could always sense when I needed you and slept with me while I lay sobbing on my bed. I love you &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, more than words could express and I hope you know I miss you. Though you were naughty at times, I can't forget you because I raised you since you were about 2-3 weeks old. You'll always be in my heart and I know you're going to heaven, so do wait for me there. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;V loves his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bright&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This song is for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your name is in baby blue for your beautiful blue eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wonder what Farhan is doing in camp now and how's he's coping with life there. I wonder who will miss me when I go. Well V's always open for more martial arts and weapons training. In crime busting, the hero will always need to upgrade his skills, just like work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last but not least I just wanna say I love you Hunny! The picture below is Hunny not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bright&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; doesnt like cages.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076479268886701890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RnNG_6ugZ0I/AAAAAAAAABE/cK2JdEn8H8w/s320/P1020385.JPG" border="0" /&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/5804655261687770176-6615559770259450948?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6615559770259450948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/v-for-vadai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6615559770259450948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6615559770259450948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/v-for-vadai.html' title='V for Vadai!'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RnNE0augZzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/UBL6Smj4FGM/s72-c/18181879124895l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-8619540375649536676</id><published>2007-06-15T06:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T06:24:49.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HLEB!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HLEB ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are 90% Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the most evil person you know. The devil is even a little scared of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-8619540375649536676?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8619540375649536676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/hleb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8619540375649536676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8619540375649536676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/hleb.html' title='HLEB!'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-85747855900238708</id><published>2007-06-12T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T05:50:12.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Farhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tribute to Farhan (not my younger brother, but my older one)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As the title suggests this post is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a tribute&lt;/span&gt; to Farhan my friend from ITE Clementi. As you can see the text is set to largest and red in colour to fit the big man! I'm sure the text will be smaller when I do my next tribute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This Friday June 15th marks his departure for National Service. For many of us guys it is scary to go to the army but for this man I believe it is even more difficult. He's a really big guy and he's definitely going to suffer because he doesn't even participate in sports (convincing him to stand at the goalpost to block it took a long time -_-") but he's going in, determined and ready to lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 years back when I first joined ITE, I thought this dude really sucked in a sense that he took no notice of me and talked to Hidayaht instead. I was standing beside Hidayaht on the first day and he completely ignored my presence. It was the street soccer competition that kind of started us talking. The application needed 6 boys to participate and he surprisingly joined. We ended up winning the competition with him standing by the sidelines and watching. He got $8 voucher for standing. Isn't that wonderful? Being the "captain" (no one voted so what the hell), I decided to split our award equally amongst the participants despite having 2 people not even playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Initially he was only close to Hidayaht but as time passed and with the departure of 2 members of our posse, Fabian Teo and Shah, I ended up tailing them haha sorry guys if I was a bother. Eventually I got to know them better and I treated them like close friends. I thought life was going to suck once Shah left but having those 2 around sure made things a lot better. Farhan is silent towards other classmates and doesn't speak unnecessarily but with me and Yaht he can ramble on forever and he always had funny videos from metacafe to show us. He loves the $1 nasi lemak and that was what he ate most of the time though he always stayed away from the wanton because it caused a stomachache once haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He thought me cute words like "cemil-cemilan" which means finger-food haha that was funny. His humour is a bit weird, it's not like normal jokes but his delivery is highly potent and it can be funny as hell even when he doesn't really mean it. Oh and he will always be the first to catch my sarcastic jokes and he even spurt his grass jelly drink(was it grass jelly) on Fhasha's nasi ayam when I made a joke once and Fhasha was denied her lunch. During our free time at school, we would go to the self-access room and play online games like some motorcycle-ramp thing and shooting a cat as far as you can haha. Time really flies. It seems as though it was only yesterday when we were still doing these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The best part when I got to know him better was my attendance became way better and when I felt like running off he would always start preaching in his Pak haji voice and tell me to not run and pass the module and stuff haha so I stayed because of him. It's good to have friends like these, who encourage you to do your best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was also an outcast in the class, just like Fhasha but I'm glad both these guys eventually accepted me as a friend. Though I made rude jokes all the time at least they saw the funny side of it. If I've ever done anything wrong to you I would like to apologise. Went to his house to buka "break fast" and his mom cooked some great stuff and after I was done and bloated this guy still could eat like two more rounds. Oh and I went to his house once on the very last day before my project was due and I was supposed to do it on Microsoft Frontpage and when I reached there I found out he had no Frontpage! He gave me this trademark "Kau biar betol?Kencing manis!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ended up doing the project at school the next morning, a few hours before lunch. It wasn't a school day for us but he accompanied me and guided me through it and thank God I passed. Thanks bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The best time I've ever had with him was when I went fishing with him at Changi at this remote water-breaker. At that point I sat and started thinking to myself, I was so hated back in class and yet this guy genuinely asked me out to go fishing. I thought everyone in class totally hated me and my way of doing things, especially my talking, but Farhan actually asked me out to fish, knowing that sitting there requires a lot of chatting to kill time. It was the best fishing experience I ever had because I finally felt appreciated from someone in my class and knowing he bothered enough to sit and talk with me was really a defining part of my school life and after that day I went to school a happy person.Thank you very much bro, I really needed that. Plus I got to make him spill out some secrets haha but your secrets are safe with me don't worry. Oh and sorry for losing a few weights on that day and I HATE PUMPUN or however you spell those mutations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is also talented with the electric guitar! Highly talented. Rock on bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best of all is he gives great advice and also listens to mine which I feel is really nice of him considering that he's one year older than me. I'm glad you got through that incident well and now you are ready for army I wish you well my brother. Do know that Hidayaht and me really appreciates you a lot as a friend and brother although we don't really show it. Thanks for making me stay in school and get through it and thanks for asking me out to go fishing. Thanks for all the treats you've treated me including the steamboat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you are prepared for NS and I'm proud of you bro. Our prayers are with you and please don't forget us after NS. Thanks for everything, especially for being a friend. Take care and all the best to you. *V takes off his hat to Farhan*&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-85747855900238708?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/85747855900238708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/tribute-to-farhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/85747855900238708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/85747855900238708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/tribute-to-farhan.html' title='Tribute to Farhan'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-138724381454864202</id><published>2007-06-11T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:12:47.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamboat Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steamboat Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yesterday V had a class reunion. It was the last outing with the NS-bound guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;We came abit late and V didn't end up going alone thanks to Kimbo Kumar and Hidayaht Pepasir mistaking Marina Square for Marina Bay haha.Met them at City Hall station and went on to Marina Bay and the only directions mentioned by the rest was to take bus 400 and look out for an area with alot of steamboat activity. So when on the bus i told the guys to look out for water areas for boats emitting smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;In the end we ended up at our destination and the arcade made me feel like I entered a portal back to the early 90's. The place was so 90's vibey and we ended up playing Daytona 2 and I won wahaha. I also played some ninja shooting game with Mr Pepasir Yaht and he got a higher score thanks to shooting like a mad man all over the screen and picking up hidden bonus points by accident haha. My accuracu rate was way higher though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;After that we started eating. Farhan was trying not to eat the meat there as the place only said No pork No lard but there were no halal signs. We looked abot the food area and saw a Halal cert from Brazil certifying that the meat was Halal there. So Farhan had about an hour long battle with his conscience before digging into the meat. It was funny how he tried to convince himself. He went around saying, " I think I can believe in the cert," and " the meat looks nice I think it's Halal," wahaha in the end he couldn't resist it. And just because it looks good doesn't mean it's Halal Farhan hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLUS HE ATE THIS HUGE ASS CLAMMY THING THAT LOOKED DISGUSTING. Oh not forgetting the chef minded Farhan who had good judgement of when food is cooked well enough to be eaten. Half of the things he said was cooked ended up back on the plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Took alot of photos! Tini pass it to us quick! Then we went to Citylink and met Fhasha who was with her boyfriend.Yaht was so sleepy he started making weird car sounds "vroooom" hahaha. Had a good short chat and we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh I played one game of "Donkey" and it was fun wahaha. I feel like staying a kid forever. I hate growing up. 3 days till Han goes to Tekong. Gonna miss you big man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-138724381454864202?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/138724381454864202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/steamboat-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/138724381454864202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/138724381454864202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/steamboat-day.html' title='Steamboat Day'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-7534345587321019798</id><published>2007-06-09T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T17:37:03.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;BLANK DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today is a little bit empty. If I were to describe today (as of 5.32PM) it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes the space above. Firstly I would like to apologise to those I've disappointed by not hitting the stinking black dugong-ape hybrid and I would also like to apologise for the excessive usage of the F word haha. As of 5.34PM it is still the blank space above. Someone ask me out!&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/5804655261687770176-7534345587321019798?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/7534345587321019798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/blank-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7534345587321019798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/7534345587321019798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/blank-day.html' title='Blank Day'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-2156712226847398449</id><published>2007-06-08T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T04:19:14.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinking Rude Idiotic Bastard Bangla Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stinking Rude Idiotic Bastard Bangla Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Damn you, you god damned tapir cicada of a creature! V hates you therefore he is putting up gay colours for this post as a tribute to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;V went out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;V met friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;V met sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;V on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bus leaving V behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;V dashed for bus, V thought V last person, bus crowded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Suddenly behind V is bangla rodent.Bangla rodent ran and pulled V to support himself so he could board the bus before the doors closed.V was standing on second step of the steps and was pulled to first step.Bangla pushed V aside in fear of the door KIAPING him and V's dazzling shiny new shoes got KIAPED instead. V is a patient man,V kept quiet. Then he pushed V aside to stand on second step in order to prevent himself from being KIAPED by the door. V angry but kept quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bangla rodent raised his arm to support himself agains the ceiling of the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;V smelt his armpit.V wanted to puke.Bangla rodent wanted to alight, pushed V aside. V lost his temper!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;V TOOK HIS HEAD AND SMASHED IT AGAINST THE DOOR! &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just kidding. V shouted at him and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"FUCK YOU LA I SINCE JUST NOW YOU KEPT ON PUSHING.YOU BOARDED LAST AND YOU PUSHED ME ASIDE YOU THINK YOU BIG FUCK AH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bangla rodent looked at me in disgust and said he was not a fucker. With that kind of face I believed him and I think he will never be for the rest of his life. Not to mention his stench. Bangla rodent turned to bus driver and the passengers and said, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I not fucker!",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yes idiot we believe you. Then i said to him, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"YOU FUCKING CB I WHACK YOUR FACE THEN YOU KNOW YOU FUCKER GO AND FUCK OFF!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Then Bangla rodent committed the biggest crime of all.. He called V a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCKER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;V RAISES HIS ARM AND PUNCHES THE RODENT&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; but the driver was quick enough to pull V away and saved the rodent from V's one-inch-punch (inherited from my great great grandfather Bruce Lee). Rodent ran off the bus and while V was moving towards the seats he gave V a middle finger from outside the bus. V ran to the door in an attempt to scare him and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rodent ran off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;V shall never take public transport again. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHERE IS MY RX8!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rmhn-qugZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GSrCpAWNcjE/s1600-h/Image(246).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073419306551764754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rmhn-qugZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GSrCpAWNcjE/s320/Image(246).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MESS WITH V AGAIN AND V WILL CALL HIS BODYGUARD, KIMBO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-2156712226847398449?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/2156712226847398449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/stinking-rude-idiotic-bastard-bangla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/2156712226847398449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/2156712226847398449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/stinking-rude-idiotic-bastard-bangla.html' title='Stinking Rude Idiotic Bastard Bangla Day'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/Rmhn-qugZxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GSrCpAWNcjE/s72-c/Image(246).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-4294247627094924609</id><published>2007-06-06T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:59:07.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunny Day Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunny Day &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;V took a few days off to tend to his injuries and after a few days of morphine-jabbing sessions to his leg, V pounces back onto his computer chair and starts typing again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Damn you butchers who denied me the usage of my legs for the past 2 days. I shall find out where you order your meat from and free the cows there. Run to the forest my little black and white, saggy breasted beasts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;There goes your income! Or maybe I should just superglue your butcher boots so you cant take them off when you wear them.O$P$, owe leg pay leg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Anyway yesterday I went out with Hunny. Accompanied her to get a new handphone. Sony Cybershot thingy. Nice nice. Then we went to eat at WaffleTown which wasn't that nice. Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I was desperately trying to show off the beauty of RX8 to her but she wasn't impressed with the black one. Maybe because it's black and she couldn't see the contours properly. I had a great time yesterday with U Hunny! Psst psst.. I'm not riding in anything other than RX8 so we'll have to buy that one. It just compliments my mask and cape so well!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RmanNqugZwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/go5hxqThs3c/s1600-h/P1050241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072925883528931074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RmanNqugZwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/go5hxqThs3c/s320/P1050241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SHE LOVES MY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;JUJUBES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BREATH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;That's all for now brinjals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-4294247627094924609?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/4294247627094924609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/hunny-day-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4294247627094924609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/4294247627094924609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/hunny-day-yesterday.html' title='Hunny Day Yesterday'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RmanNqugZwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/go5hxqThs3c/s72-c/P1050241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-9003284397678496945</id><published>2007-06-04T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:06:51.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RmP_ok6XnFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-q7VEV37X9c/s1600-h/DSC00196.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Gay Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Almost forgot! On saturday we went for Peiying's birthday at Cafe Del Mar and here are 2 photos set for the record books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RmQANE6XnGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PqsZpP8r53w/s1600-h/DSC00196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072179304982879330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RmQANE6XnGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PqsZpP8r53w/s400/DSC00196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No Hafiz, you can't tell me to remove this from our scrap book BAAAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RmP_oU6XnEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XRhwNOYWr9g/s1600-h/DSC00195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072178673622686786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RmP_oU6XnEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XRhwNOYWr9g/s400/DSC00195.jpg" width="450" 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/5804655261687770176-9003284397678496945?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/9003284397678496945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/gay-moments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/9003284397678496945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/9003284397678496945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/gay-moments.html' title='Gay Moments'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uck1oDylppc/RmQANE6XnGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PqsZpP8r53w/s72-c/DSC00196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-8193595206194412629</id><published>2007-06-04T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:33:23.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synthetic Leg Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SYNTHETIC LEG DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For all hardcore fans of this blog I'm am sad to say your beloved me, V, has lost control of his left leg and partial control of his right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;V decided to participate in a soccer match against an OLD MEN's team which consisted of butchers, coffeeshop owners and Geylang whore-house workers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What was initially thought of as a friendly game turned ugly as the 2 butcher defenders had a sudden urge to apply their butchering skills to their tackles and rendered my left leg useless. I guess they missed work pretty badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was limping away but being the ever resilient V, I played on and supplied sublime Kaka passes to fellow teammates, out of which only Timon converted into a goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My sublime passes came to an abrupt end when Din misfired his tackle onto my right shin. I guess he forgot his lessons on the police definition of FRIENDLY-FIRE. We lost 8-2 and I didn't know where to hide my face. Ok fine I had my mask on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Went home and got ready to go out with my family for what turned out to be a deafening experience at some wedding. The singers were horribly off key! Whoever hired them, I suggest you ask for you money back plus interest and expose them for working under Sanjaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then I went to meet Hunny. Had a good time out with her but as soon as her beautiful aura left me when she got home, I felt dizzy and my legs felt like jelly and I crawled home... slowly. Forgot to bring along my teleportation device.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I shall be out of action for a few days so I shall make a call to 3-eyed Fishman as a substitute for my crime-busting job though I don't know exactly what else he can do besides flopping on dry land screaming "water!". I think what you REALLY need besides water is a 3-framed specs so you can stop bumping into things in the toilet like that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;That's it for today fellow goats. I'll be injecting morphine into my legs now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804655261687770176-8193595206194412629?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8193595206194412629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/synthetic-leg-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8193595206194412629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8193595206194412629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/synthetic-leg-day.html' title='Synthetic Leg Day!'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-8500457850844749924</id><published>2007-06-02T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:52:58.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phantom of the Vendetta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE PHANTOM OF THE VENDETTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;As you sit and stare at my amazing blog, you see nothing much but a black screen with my face and the bald chick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Plus my beautiful dagger which is for cutting prata into small pieces. Just for show but still beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Suddenly, you feel a presence from above... and BAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;V leaps off the chandelier Phantom of the Opera style! Only fully masked and incredibly good looking in reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have caught you offguard and the transmission radiation waves aren't helping with your resistance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You are forced to read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Read on my little bubble-yums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Went out with Timon and his friend (what was his name again) and we looked around for his sandals in New Urban Male (yes the super gay shop)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Went to like 4 of their outlets and he finally decided on one white pair. Went to play pool after that and I won the most Muahaha not your night Timon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Later will be Peiying's birthday and it has been confirmed it's at Cafe Del Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;What do I wear? I heard masks and black cloaks aren't allowed there (or anywhere else for that matter as long as it isn't halloween). Cruel, this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Plus did I mention I'm Japanese-Spanish? Ah I believe I don't need to because you can see it in my face! Anyway my Malay friends get discounts for education expenditures from Mendaki and I never got any. Poor me! Don't they have something that benefits handsome Japanese-Spanish people like me? Such prejudice is unacceptable! Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyway I'm waiting for Din to finish his "work" whatever it is so that me and Fiz can go with him to eat prata! Hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;That's all for now my little biscuits. Now where's the rope to climb back up to the chandelier...&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/5804655261687770176-8500457850844749924?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/8500457850844749924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/phantom-of-vendetta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8500457850844749924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/8500457850844749924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/phantom-of-vendetta.html' title='The Phantom of the Vendetta!'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804655261687770176.post-6238235775121654985</id><published>2007-06-01T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:53:25.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can call me Japanese-Spanish V!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YOU CAN CALL ME JAPANESE-SPANISH V!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHA! My very first opportunity at brainwashing the citizens of StinkAPore muhuhuhaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me introduce myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My name is V!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The moment you clicked on this link you have exposed youself to my brainwashing transmission radiation and you shall be hooked! I laugh hard with a muahaha and suck my little finger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today Timon is asking me out to look for his sandals and I'm lazy but since he is his sister's younger brother I shall go haha kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh and let me say on my very first post that I love Hunny! Hello! It's me! Nono I dunno the bald girl in the poster! The director made me do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's all for now because I need to get ready to go out, mask and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Till we meet again, the propaganda shall be on hold. *Poof! V disappears after throwing a smoke grenade ninja-style! Cough cough*&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/5804655261687770176-6238235775121654985?l=the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/feeds/6238235775121654985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-can-call-me-japanese-spanish-v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6238235775121654985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804655261687770176/posts/default/6238235775121654985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-unquestionable-truth.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-can-call-me-japanese-spanish-v.html' title='You can call me Japanese-Spanish V!'/><author><name>Haikal Syah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16246547176278102151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
