<?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-7231185978498681094</id><updated>2011-08-02T15:32:21.663-07:00</updated><category term='Emo'/><category term='poem'/><category term='hang outs'/><category term='Ice Skating'/><category term='tag'/><category term='aliens'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='nature'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='resolution'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='Gundam'/><category term='end'/><category term='Not What It Seems'/><category term='Tales of The Unknown Man'/><category term='travel'/><category term='memories'/><category term='First Post'/><category term='60 hour earth'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='doodles'/><category term='new year'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='past'/><category term='special'/><category term='story'/><category term='raya'/><category term='sport'/><category term='drawing'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Music'/><category term='random'/><category term='stars'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='self discovery'/><category term='school holiday'/><category term='games'/><category term='theater'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='THIMUN'/><category term='letter'/><category term='movie'/><category term='clone'/><category term='open house'/><category term='enjoy'/><category term='japan'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='love story'/><category term='fail'/><category term='beginning'/><title type='text'>Thinking Of What To Think</title><subtitle type='html'>When you see flying cows,
you know you missed your medications</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-184610477860044527</id><published>2010-10-31T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:56:08.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><title type='text'>121</title><content type='html'>I guess its a nice number to end things. Maybe 123 would be better... or not.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to open up a tumblr this time. Why? I don't know honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i felt like i've needed somewhere else to run to and play around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to see this old blog again just because i don't wanna forget.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have very bad memory, even if i did try hard to remember things&lt;br /&gt;just slip by like time. You wish it'll stay but you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a mystery and i'm sure you know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://baob.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://baob.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-184610477860044527?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/184610477860044527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=184610477860044527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/184610477860044527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/184610477860044527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2010/10/121.html' title='121'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8335338428535000678</id><published>2010-05-11T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T08:50:35.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not What It Seems'/><title type='text'>Invisible Curse</title><content type='html'>Tis is the curse of beauty,&lt;br /&gt;to be judged skin deep.&lt;br /&gt;To be played like a puppet&lt;br /&gt;under the hands of an expert&lt;br /&gt;actor, under the hands of&lt;br /&gt;lust and the doll only to be&lt;br /&gt;blind, deaf and dumb by&lt;br /&gt;the actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the curse of wealth,&lt;br /&gt;to be judged a plenty of things.&lt;br /&gt;To be known of his wealth&lt;br /&gt;and to be close off with hungry&lt;br /&gt;alligators that bite off the gold&lt;br /&gt;and spitting out the love, that is&lt;br /&gt;act out and made out. Pitifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the curse of the kind heart,&lt;br /&gt;to only be manipulated of them black hearts.&lt;br /&gt;To be known as a modern slave&lt;br /&gt;who follows the master's deeds&lt;br /&gt;without question nor hesitation&lt;br /&gt;and only blind by the grateful words&lt;br /&gt;that means dust and sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the curse of being good,&lt;br /&gt;Tis is the invisible curse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8335338428535000678?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8335338428535000678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8335338428535000678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8335338428535000678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8335338428535000678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2010/05/invisible-curse.html' title='Invisible Curse'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-7948567929986830658</id><published>2010-05-02T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T07:40:43.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;honey lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;Rachel Strobridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the soothing hum&lt;br /&gt;the grass stains on my jeans&lt;br /&gt;the summer in my hair&lt;br /&gt;the color in my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;you are the constant wave&lt;br /&gt;beating against my heart&lt;br /&gt;the warm honey on my lips&lt;br /&gt;the paint on my nails&lt;br /&gt;you are the perfect dance&lt;br /&gt;and a moonlit ride&lt;br /&gt;the sticky vanilla cream&lt;br /&gt;you are the flower in my palm&lt;br /&gt;the reason I smile&lt;br /&gt;the chills down my spine&lt;br /&gt;you are more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;you are the love of my life&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;taken from hellopoetry.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh i love this petty poet.&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful love is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7948567929986830658?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7948567929986830658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7948567929986830658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7948567929986830658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7948567929986830658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-are.html' title='You Are'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-2431076907404887376</id><published>2010-05-01T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T06:46:05.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right, Where Did We End It?</title><content type='html'>So there's this little spot in my heart that feels all weird.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if i'm making that feeling up. I mean, It's&lt;br /&gt;at my heart, how can an emotion affect my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Questions in need of answers that leads to more questions.&lt;br /&gt;Questions never ends, but answers are.&lt;br /&gt;500 Questions to one answer, kinda unfair to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think? The brain&lt;br /&gt;Why do you feel? The brain&lt;br /&gt;Why do you remember? The brain&lt;br /&gt;Why do you forget? The brain&lt;br /&gt;Meh, Questions questions. A curse that hangs around man kind&lt;br /&gt;since the beginning of time. We try to lift up the curse with answers&lt;br /&gt;that need work and the curse comes lie on us again.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh how wonderful the world is as the questions keep coming and&lt;br /&gt;the answers keeps stopping.&lt;br /&gt;Like the moon who keeps meeting the sun after hiding behind earth.&lt;br /&gt;....Ok that maybe didnt make sense... but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My will might be dying, though you can't see it out on my body,&lt;br /&gt;rest assure my soul is hurting and healing fast like friggin wolverine.&lt;br /&gt;When the world keeps fucking you up,&lt;br /&gt;you bring it down with strength of not the body, but the heart.&lt;br /&gt;If life wasn't hard, it wasn't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye citizens of the world.&lt;br /&gt;You have been a wonderful crowd, a beautiful crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-2431076907404887376?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/2431076907404887376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=2431076907404887376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2431076907404887376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2431076907404887376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2010/05/right-where-did-we-end-it.html' title='Right, Where Did We End It?'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-1653092661817914901</id><published>2010-03-28T03:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T03:25:41.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Take A Look At Me Now</title><content type='html'>There's just... urm... err.... mm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-1653092661817914901?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/1653092661817914901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=1653092661817914901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1653092661817914901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1653092661817914901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-take-look-at-me-now.html' title='So Take A Look At Me Now'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-7073067476735783351</id><published>2010-03-24T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T08:10:39.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>List Of Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Awesome things you guys should have thought of doing but never did (and probably never thought of doing it and this actually an attempt for the longest blog post title in the history of mankind which i hope it will be although i know it won't be recognize but that's ok. At least i know i tried. Awesome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stare at the sky while lying on wet grass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slide on your belly like a penguin at the bowling alley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run around your house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink up a whole bottle under 30 second&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skip, not walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;High 5 everyone, anytime. Even those you don't know&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give cookies to everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free hugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk around blind folded with a walking stick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hide under tables when trouble arises&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrate along with other's celebration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scream out loud (especially in cafes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing out load (especially in libraries)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance in the public (especially on the road)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pluck a pretty flower beside the street&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breathe in with all your heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile to security guards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say thank you and smile to whoever that helped you (including cashiers who help you put your stuffs into the plastic bag)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make funny faces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy life, because it only crosses you once&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember number 20&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be yourself, cause everyone else is taken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember number 22&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Live like you're dying, cause you really are dying with every second&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember number 25&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep wondering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember number 26&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be scared, just do it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember number 28&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lists cannot list you out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7073067476735783351?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7073067476735783351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7073067476735783351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7073067476735783351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7073067476735783351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2010/03/list-of-awesome.html' title='List Of Awesome'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-929248404583002238</id><published>2010-03-17T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:35:05.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>I laf you, Cathryn :D :D many many wubs for you! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-929248404583002238?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/929248404583002238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=929248404583002238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/929248404583002238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/929248404583002238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2010/03/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8166038907928047597</id><published>2010-02-26T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:25:30.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Live Like You're Dying</title><content type='html'>live like you're dying?&lt;br /&gt;quite the phrase and it'd be nice to actually do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i realize i am dying.&lt;br /&gt;with every un-retraceable second pass?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'm sure as hell i am dying.&lt;br /&gt;nites people of the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8166038907928047597?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8166038907928047597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8166038907928047597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8166038907928047597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8166038907928047597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2010/02/live-like-youre-dying.html' title='Live Like You&apos;re Dying'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-5275315594529125926</id><published>2010-01-27T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T09:19:02.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Think Thought Think Though</title><content type='html'>i havent actually done that in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;weird. i'm happier now than ever really.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems i feel down as easily too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like that stupid directly propotional law crap.&lt;br /&gt;the easier it is for me to feel happy,&lt;br /&gt;the easier it is for me to feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi. i'm ali.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like a coin with one happy side and one sad side.&lt;br /&gt;theyre never on the same side.&lt;br /&gt;my life has always been a tape recorder.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just replaying it like mad&lt;br /&gt;every single day.&lt;br /&gt;every single fucking day. &lt;br /&gt;at least i feel so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nites people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-5275315594529125926?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/5275315594529125926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=5275315594529125926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stars'/><title type='text'>When Ze Stars Arz Out</title><content type='html'>So at Jon's party, we celebrated at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;(Happy Birthday Bitch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was alone in the pool,&lt;br /&gt;(well not totally alone actually just less people)&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the sky for a while, in the midst of a&lt;br /&gt;sea of clouds, i saw one little star shining through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yeah its stars right? no biggie, it's always&lt;br /&gt;in the sky all you gotta do is stop and stare.&lt;br /&gt;Then I ask, how many actually do that?&lt;br /&gt;and what are the chances of you seeing one here&lt;br /&gt;in the big polluted city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 i stared again into the sky, now it's cloudless.&lt;br /&gt;There was little dots in the sky, yes they're stars.&lt;br /&gt;I was bedazzled for awhile and got reminded :&lt;br /&gt;we're still someone small in the world,&lt;br /&gt;even if we did something big&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-2625790489634725469?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/2625790489634725469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=2625790489634725469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2625790489634725469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2625790489634725469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-ze-stars-arz-out.html' title='When Ze Stars Arz Out'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-5699041896524629706</id><published>2010-01-22T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:10:31.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Optimist, Pessimist</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that everyone has heard of this before :&lt;br /&gt;Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'll explain what it means anyways. It means that even a bad&lt;br /&gt;thing has a good thing behind. It sounds so much easier than it's&lt;br /&gt;actually done cause you know when the bad thing is right in your face,&lt;br /&gt;you just can't help and stare back at the bad thing rather than looking&lt;br /&gt;through the bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes everyone's favorite kind of people--Optimists.&lt;br /&gt;Owh hell yeah everyone will sure to know one or two of them.&lt;br /&gt;They're those people who smile back at their troubles.&lt;br /&gt;They're those people who don't think of consequences.&lt;br /&gt;They're those people who are always on a positive side of the coin.&lt;br /&gt;They tend to dream more and not get stuck into reality so much.&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY THEM! How can we not live with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then there's the other side of that coin--Pessimists.&lt;br /&gt;Aww yeah you know them.&lt;br /&gt;They're the people who always look at the bad side of things.&lt;br /&gt;They're the people who thinks that the after effects.&lt;br /&gt;They're the people who thinks the world will end without a cause.&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe not the last one but whateverlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah see I think pessimist are kinda boring ya know and&lt;br /&gt;pretty bad. They tend to take uncertainties comes out with&lt;br /&gt;bad results. Ya know kinda like if there's this chick you like,&lt;br /&gt;you wanna confess to them but them pessimist will think they'll&lt;br /&gt;get rejected flat down and don't confess in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In everything, there's bound to be good or bad answers.&lt;br /&gt;It takes people with balls of steel to take up on that uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;and brace the challenge. Those without balls will obviously&lt;br /&gt;pass it on not "risking" anything to lose when they can gain too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grab life by the balls and kick it up high.&lt;br /&gt;Take chances, ignore them doubts.&lt;br /&gt;Well unless they can bring certain death and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-5699041896524629706?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/5699041896524629706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=5699041896524629706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5699041896524629706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5699041896524629706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2010/01/optimist-pessimist.html' title='Optimist, Pessimist'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-5636296616117999804</id><published>2010-01-04T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:45:39.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Bright Eyes</title><content type='html'>i love how conor oberst always remind me that i'm not crying alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-5636296616117999804?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/5636296616117999804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=5636296616117999804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5636296616117999804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5636296616117999804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2010/01/bright-eyes.html' title='Bright Eyes'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-4069565344155951419</id><published>2010-01-04T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T05:15:44.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Of The Hearts</title><content type='html'>For those who have found love,&lt;br /&gt;I congratulate you. &lt;br /&gt;May the love burn hotter than the sun,&lt;br /&gt;lasts longer than the time,&lt;br /&gt;more melodic than a bird's tune&lt;br /&gt;and gets better with passing time like wine.&lt;br /&gt;(i know, i'm exaggerating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who lost love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;May your heart heals better in time,&lt;br /&gt;may the experience make you stronger,&lt;br /&gt;may you remember what it feels to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't found it yet,&lt;br /&gt;don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;There's one for everyone and you haven't even&lt;br /&gt;meet most of them yet,&lt;br /&gt;do not give up on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves, even if they dont look like one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-4069565344155951419?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/4069565344155951419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=4069565344155951419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Here i stand (well actually i'm sitting) to thank you everyone&lt;br /&gt;of you who walk through my life even if you didn't intend to&lt;br /&gt;or worst yet, didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have believed hard on in this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We Are Not Ourselves, Rather A Collection Of Everyone We Crossed Path With.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not say that but damn i wish i did. Quoted from a great&lt;br /&gt;someone who sadly i forgot whom. Anyways here's the main&lt;br /&gt;thing i'm doing this-i'm making a friggin thank you list that includes&lt;br /&gt;everyone of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If (its not a choice really) you dont want to see everyone i thank&lt;br /&gt;but only your vain self, well simply ctrl+f your name. e ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish i didnt miss anyone.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for ;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mou Chuan&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - for giving me wrestling lesson&lt;br /&gt;Adele &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - for making me laugh in the undang thing&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Low &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - for giving me strange things to draw&lt;br /&gt;May Xin&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - for liking animes&lt;br /&gt;Mei Shen&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for walking with me to the teacher's lounge&lt;br /&gt;Mei Yee &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - for being the happy one in art &lt;br /&gt;Benny &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being my terrorist buddy&lt;br /&gt;Syaff&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being my man friend and introducing gundam&lt;br /&gt;Joo Hui&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for loving somebody&lt;br /&gt;Jen Sern &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - for offering me great sandwiches (which sadly i didnt eat) &lt;br /&gt;Jonathan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being the bitch that forces me to improve in cs&lt;br /&gt;Carmen C &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for making me realize what i shouldve realize&lt;br /&gt;Vivian&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for forcing me to smile&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for showing me how to dance&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Lim&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being there for me on eve of eve&lt;br /&gt;Jiy Ni&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for introducing me to blogging&lt;br /&gt;Shaun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for teaching me political crap&lt;br /&gt;Alfred&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being the dancing man and not fear it&lt;br /&gt;Jia Qi&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for making me smile without trying&lt;br /&gt;Yusri&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being that bitch with adele&lt;br /&gt;Jian Yong&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for doing crazy things&lt;br /&gt;Terance&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for reminding me spanish shows has a lot of incest&lt;br /&gt;Soon Yang &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for snapping rubber bands at me&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for helping school a lot&lt;br /&gt;Chen Teng&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for showing how lovely a laugh can be&lt;br /&gt;Koh Kyean&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being my sexy guru haha&lt;br /&gt;Ya Yen&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for showing me style with sport stuffs&lt;br /&gt;Mun Yee&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for disliking coffee and liking purple&lt;br /&gt;Andrea &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for doing the speech with me &lt;br /&gt;Carmen Au&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being there for me when i fall&lt;br /&gt;June Pei Chin &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being the jumpy hyper girl&lt;br /&gt;Mellissa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for temaning me through my nights&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for showing words are power&lt;br /&gt;Hua Min&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being strong through and through&lt;br /&gt;Kah Seng&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for fixing whats needs to be fixed&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for that lovely talk in japan&lt;br /&gt;Hanim&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for giving me the song "Officially Missing You"&lt;br /&gt;Marcus&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for making badass jokes that i still remember&lt;br /&gt;Alvin&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for teaching me loads of science stuffs&lt;br /&gt;Zhao&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being cool and simple&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being really straight forward&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Dickson&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for helping me explore the music industry more&lt;br /&gt;Steven &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for making me realise its nicer to be friends than lovers sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Lee&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for making a lot of sense&lt;br /&gt;Farris&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for tips on the road&lt;br /&gt;Kah Weng &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for having a saint's patient&lt;br /&gt;Lee Zhen &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being caring&lt;br /&gt;William &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for carrying me around&lt;br /&gt;Yusoof&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for always in agama&lt;br /&gt;Yeong Wei&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for styling all the time&lt;br /&gt;Fong Bee&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for expanding my imagination a little&lt;br /&gt;Sachie &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - for being the advertisement girl &lt;br /&gt;Jacklyn&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for reminding me mosquito bites are a killer&lt;br /&gt;Austin &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - for being the bitch with a smart mouth&lt;br /&gt;Yue Hong &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - for being nice, quiet and smiles a lot &lt;br /&gt;Darren&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being extremely funny at awkward times&lt;br /&gt;Samm&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for making me realize people do care but just dont know how to show them&lt;br /&gt;Hon Yee&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being a roommate with me in japan&lt;br /&gt;Kim&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being my wednesday mate&lt;br /&gt;Sue Yii&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for blowing my mind with artistic designs&lt;br /&gt;Soo Ming &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being so lost&lt;br /&gt;Veemelia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being determined to decisions&lt;br /&gt;Sue Lyn&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being my sister in my little family&lt;br /&gt;Raja&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for making me realize the cruelty of the world&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for making me ice skate&lt;br /&gt;Qistina &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - for shooing me out of class&lt;br /&gt;Jacquelyne&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for being so insecure about herself&lt;br /&gt;Nancy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for saying she liked my smile&lt;br /&gt;Yong Enn &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - for proving that people still care no matter how much time has lost in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats all folks. For now anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you all and i'm sorry if i forget any of you.&lt;br /&gt;Tataa. I wish you well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-5876932394259292010?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/5876932394259292010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=5876932394259292010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5876932394259292010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5876932394259292010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-13660013812485551</id><published>2009-12-26T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T07:27:28.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Truth About Ants</title><content type='html'>I can never get this off of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Ants. Sure everyone knows them.&lt;br /&gt;Little bugs that works hard and when you disturb them&lt;br /&gt;they give a bite that obviously say "fuck off bitch!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Szd7lSCBmXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6Cv6JkmW9Po/s1600-h/ants.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Szd7lSCBmXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6Cv6JkmW9Po/s320/ants.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419936556989389170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing about them always boggles my mind.&lt;br /&gt;But i have found it. The truth about ants. They are&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fucking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ninjas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Owh yes they may seem harmless enough.&lt;br /&gt;But when you leave your little goodie of sweetness out&lt;br /&gt;on open space, thats when their little dark side kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Szd7lsbL79I/AAAAAAAAAgc/9JST5b-4cB0/s1600-h/ninja.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Szd7lsbL79I/AAAAAAAAAgc/9JST5b-4cB0/s320/ninja.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419936564074246098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you know your little happy maker suddenly got&lt;br /&gt;infested by these dark creatures out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;If you had super eyes you could see that they'd probably&lt;br /&gt;put a little pick there that says "its outs now bitch!".&lt;br /&gt;You'll then scream inside a little thinking that there&lt;br /&gt;goes your little snack for the movie you saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Szd8y1ik8KI/AAAAAAAAAg0/v6oBuRmR-6g/s1600-h/its+ours+now%21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Szd8y1ik8KI/AAAAAAAAAg0/v6oBuRmR-6g/s320/its+ours+now%21.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419937889371091106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the worst part, you shake them off and run&lt;br /&gt;to throw it away and look for a bug spray.&lt;br /&gt;When you come back..... Poof! They're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like. Fucking. Ninjas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They probably left a note saying "thanks for the meal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Szd7mcKvrRI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bw4Jb6-K6ug/s1600-h/thanks+for+the+meal%21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Szd7mcKvrRI/AAAAAAAAAgs/bw4Jb6-K6ug/s320/thanks+for+the+meal%21.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419936576890187026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst of worst part is that theyre good at it.&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-13660013812485551?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/13660013812485551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=13660013812485551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/13660013812485551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/13660013812485551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/12/truth-about-ants.html' title='The Truth About Ants'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Szd7lSCBmXI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6Cv6JkmW9Po/s72-c/ants.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8538426721212308757</id><published>2009-12-25T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T20:58:58.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>500 Days Of Summer</title><content type='html'>Awesome movie. Should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;It's down to earth. I'm sure many can relate to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I love her smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I love her hair.&lt;br /&gt;I love her knees.&lt;br /&gt;I love how she licks her lips before she talks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I love her heart-shaped birthmark on her neck.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when she sleeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate her crooked teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate the way she smacks her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate her knooby knees.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that cockroach shape splotch on her neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8538426721212308757?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8538426721212308757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8538426721212308757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8538426721212308757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8538426721212308757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/12/500-days-of-summer.html' title='500 Days Of Summer'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-3627234486879560166</id><published>2009-12-21T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:02:07.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><title type='text'>So Here I Am</title><content type='html'>back.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;dont know who reads it but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing what i love and thats all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-3627234486879560166?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/3627234486879560166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=3627234486879560166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3627234486879560166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3627234486879560166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-here-i-am.html' title='So Here I Am'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-5474124517473381120</id><published>2009-10-02T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:00:50.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Cheese On My Pizza Please</title><content type='html'>i feel cheesy all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;i also had the urge to update my blog all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;why? cause i feel the cheesy-ness in me brewing&lt;br /&gt;with the heat of the heart ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First....&lt;br /&gt;There was an old map,&lt;br /&gt;there was rain,&lt;br /&gt;there was silence in the car,&lt;br /&gt;there was fear,&lt;br /&gt;then the rain stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little road,&lt;br /&gt;there was a bad feeling,&lt;br /&gt;there was holding of hands,&lt;br /&gt;then we walked slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a reflecting lake,&lt;br /&gt;there was the shining of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;there was a sea of stars,&lt;br /&gt;there was whispering trees,&lt;br /&gt;Then i looked into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;i see beautiful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was hugging,&lt;br /&gt;there were splashes,&lt;br /&gt;there were shooting stars,&lt;br /&gt;there was laughters,&lt;br /&gt;Then came the warmth of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were need of rest,&lt;br /&gt;there was dandelions,&lt;br /&gt;there was her by the lake,&lt;br /&gt;there was lying down,&lt;br /&gt;Then we made a wish,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were counting of stars,&lt;br /&gt;there were diving into the thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;there were warmth,&lt;br /&gt;Then there was love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-5474124517473381120?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/5474124517473381120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=5474124517473381120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5474124517473381120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5474124517473381120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheese-on-my-pizza-please.html' title='Cheese On My Pizza Please'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-4596899974122780571</id><published>2009-08-17T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:26:25.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>In A Way, Technology Is One Big Lie</title><content type='html'>just because its so magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text you and you get the message.&lt;br /&gt;You text me and i get the message.&lt;br /&gt;Owh wow.... we just had a conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of a line, you're there talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of a line, i'm here talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;Owh wow.... we just know each other a little better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time, you're there typing away with me.&lt;br /&gt;At one time, i'm here typing away with you.&lt;br /&gt;Owh wow.... I just get to know someone new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly.... at the end of time, you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Like friggin magic, without a trace, a sign, a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh wait, it saves our text We did talked&lt;br /&gt;Owh wait, there's the call register. We did talked&lt;br /&gt;Owh wait, the conversation was saves. We did talked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day.....&lt;br /&gt;You're not there,&lt;br /&gt;The next day....&lt;br /&gt;I'm not there,&lt;br /&gt;The next day....&lt;br /&gt;We're back to technology!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-4596899974122780571?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/4596899974122780571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=4596899974122780571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4596899974122780571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4596899974122780571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-way-technology-is-one-big-lie.html' title='In A Way, Technology Is One Big Lie'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-3216813456411122632</id><published>2009-08-14T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:11:15.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Family Tree</title><content type='html'>i have this dream that we're all connected somehow, someway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-3216813456411122632?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/3216813456411122632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=3216813456411122632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3216813456411122632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3216813456411122632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-tree.html' title='Family Tree'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-2553231874591283327</id><published>2009-08-07T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:54:56.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I Think Not</title><content type='html'>Imagine if this world is an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;What you see,&lt;br /&gt;What you hear,&lt;br /&gt;What you feel,&lt;br /&gt;What you touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all just what you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you close your eyes... it's all gone&lt;br /&gt;When you close your ears... sound is none&lt;br /&gt;When you shell yourself... you feel none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is what you feel real?&lt;br /&gt;The love, hate, anger, sorrow, joy, laughter....&lt;br /&gt;the world moves so fast we barely know what we really know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-2553231874591283327?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/2553231874591283327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=2553231874591283327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2553231874591283327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2553231874591283327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-not.html' title='I Think Not'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-4243656415514383464</id><published>2009-07-29T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:18:55.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>A Walk To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you trying to seduce me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Why? Are you seducible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*looks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;That's what i thought... Here goes a 2nd blanket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-4243656415514383464?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/4243656415514383464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=4243656415514383464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4243656415514383464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4243656415514383464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/07/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk To Remember'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-5114299079466756219</id><published>2009-07-20T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:15:29.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Painfully Beautiful</title><content type='html'>today's a bad day... well actually yesterday but who gives a shit =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Painfully Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many actually understand this in one shot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when you kick me in the balls.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bee i don't know what was i thinking ;d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-5114299079466756219?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/5114299079466756219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=5114299079466756219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5114299079466756219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5114299079466756219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/07/painfully-beautiful.html' title='Painfully Beautiful'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8628902095478637347</id><published>2009-07-18T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:56:59.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Do You Remember The Time?</title><content type='html'>MJ title. I like the music vid. full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is gonna make me sound old but i dont care.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when i carried you for no apparent reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when we ran to the mall under the rain for my stupid mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when we squeezed ourself in just to go to another open house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when i surprised you and you jump like a friggin star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when we sat at some corner just to talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when we have blue talk and love and pointed out "black" and "white" clouds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when i held your shaky hand that was injected with fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when we shouted like we owned the world in that empty hall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when we cried together because you stab me in the friggin heart and i stabbed you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when i carried you behind me as if we were brother and sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when i touched you and you said i had to marry you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when i winked at random girls just for kicks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when you commented on me wearing my socks high because it was hot and never commented on me wearing long sleeves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember when we sat around a squared table and i was wearing a friggin robe and some thought i was lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember you wanted to be a sultan so i bought you my clothe just so you can wear for fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when i ask you about yourself and all you say is nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when we just sang like there's no tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when you breathe out coffee then i backed off a little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when i tried to scare you but failed.... miserable because you were blur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when i gave you a fake name when you first came?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when we spent just walking around the mall just the 2 of us like lovers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when we spent time eating ice cream and with the night street lights from the dashing cars to accompany us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when we played under that umbrella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when we pretended that we were half naked at the pool when were actually at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when you randomly scolded me and suddenly said you felt good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when we tried to prank call you by saying "i wanna fuck you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when we are the wide greens jumping and talking like it was the ultimate goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when i promise alot of shits but in the end it never came because of me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when you fell flat at the ice rink and you said my presence made you fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember?.....&lt;br /&gt;damn seriously i feel old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8628902095478637347?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8628902095478637347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8628902095478637347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8628902095478637347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8628902095478637347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-remember-time.html' title='Do You Remember The Time?'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-7639800132118828076</id><published>2009-06-19T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:49:15.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Silent Death</title><content type='html'>Sorry June but you got a rather weird title today ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday i wish to my friend June yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. I thank you for your concern for us malays ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Benny's &lt;==== hell yeah, i purposely benny. take that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7639800132118828076?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7639800132118828076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7639800132118828076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7639800132118828076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7639800132118828076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/06/silent-death.html' title='Silent Death'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-4844473620129832050</id><published>2009-06-16T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:23:17.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><title type='text'>Thank You Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear Kate Nash,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you somehow find this blog and heaven knows how, i wanna thank you. I love your songs. It always makes me smile though i'm alone. I imagine i look like a freak when i do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lyrics are bold and true. The beats fits them perfectly. And you're pretty ;p&lt;br /&gt;(not the prettiest though. I'm sorry but i cannot bullshit just to make happy ;/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Ali&lt;br /&gt;(i'd sign but i cant do that on the net)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-4844473620129832050?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/4844473620129832050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=4844473620129832050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4844473620129832050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4844473620129832050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-letter.html' title='Thank You Letter'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-3172944236925167598</id><published>2009-06-13T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:27:11.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>They're More Than Words, They're Random 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Thank you ;]&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna type more random bullshits.&lt;br /&gt;Yay i guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; good thing&lt;/span&gt; can be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; if not &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;moderated&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bad thing&lt;/span&gt; can be&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; good &lt;/span&gt;if &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;moderated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;It's times like these that make me hate you for wasting my time to think about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Beautiful people only leaves beautiful pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; but a beautiful soul leaves a beautiful history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Life's a big adventure. So get up and get ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before you hate of other's imperfection, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;look at the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Forget the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; deeds you've done&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; remember the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;sin&lt;/span&gt; to repent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; sadness&lt;/span&gt;, the world doesn't seem so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Death makes life more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; brings out the best of human nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;If I don't dream my dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;who will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Those who hate them are jerks who don't understand of being themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the imperfection of us human being that makes us perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now now, just because you don't like it doesn't mean it sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you go with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;status quo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, it shows how fake you are already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think you got it bad,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; think again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything has an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e. With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;growing love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; there is a possible of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;growing hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. So be careful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Have faith&lt;/span&gt;. It drives you towards your dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dream &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;Something you want to do and not anybody else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dream &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt; Only by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dream &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=/=&lt;/span&gt; Controlled by others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Today wont come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Tomorrow. So enjoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;today as it was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;first, the last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you'll see because you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;can never know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;what Tomorrow would bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt; don't really come by thinking that much. It just comes like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;rocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt; and goes away just like one. Like like like like....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;BAAAAM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You're an idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..... and i love you for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not born equal. Each of us are born with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; mind, talents and beauty. But some things are certain, we need each other and every life is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;equal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I love you. Not just love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; you. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this feeling you guys would be surprised with the last one ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-3172944236925167598?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/3172944236925167598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=3172944236925167598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3172944236925167598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3172944236925167598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/06/theyre-more-than-words-theyre-random-2.html' title='They&apos;re More Than Words, They&apos;re Random 2'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8294130905671099022</id><published>2009-05-30T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:31:21.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>You Cannot Stop The Explosion Of Imagination</title><content type='html'>i wanted to say it to zhao but you damn fucker and kept on babbling =3=&lt;br /&gt;its been awhile since i've blogged and i dont even know if anyone's still reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i wanted to talk about imagination and ideas. Really cool.&lt;br /&gt;I just watched Night At The Museum 2 and must i say it was rather average.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to those who loved the movie but i thought it was average and the jokes were overused. The story was just..... senseless. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do love one thing. I love the idea. The core concept of things coming to life and clashes of history. That's nice. Clashes of history. There is a video game similar to that and god i love that game. Name's &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dynasty Warriors&lt;/span&gt;. It's repetitive but seeing your people in history to dress up in traditional+modern costumes (which obviously the real one's dont wear) is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little info on her. Though supposedly a fictional character and dont have that much historical involvement. I don't care. I just wanna show her dress ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SiFeq8BhfSI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Hr0GVIyp5VM/s1600-h/adiaochan_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341654724798151970" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SiFeq8BhfSI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Hr0GVIyp5VM/s320/adiaochan_2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;Diao Chan was one of the Four Beauties of ancient China. She was said to have been born in 161 or 169 AD, depending on the source. However, unlike the other three beauties, she does not appear in any known historical writings, and is quite possibly a fictional character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then there's this other game that is based on Japanese history (owh the above mentioned was based on chinese). It's called &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Samurai Warriors&lt;/span&gt;. Then the company decided to put both of the games into one game with one of their own story. Granted the story sucks but the idea of history to clash is something i liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pixar.&lt;br /&gt;Always loved their movies. I watched every single one of them. I love how the story flowed and the concept is always nice. A Toy Story, Monster Inc, Wall-E, Ratatouie to name a few. The idea is really mind blowing.... well to me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like 3D animation movie over actual ones. First thing is that i dont need to look at their acting ;p. Furthermore, it's fantasy. So anything can come and go. Nice. There's always a little limitation in actual acting but with technology these days they can go rather far. So for the up and coming movie "Monster VS Aliens", i just really liked the concept. Things people fear vs things people fear. There's always Monster movies. Then there's Alien movies. Then they just brilliantly thought of like "why not mash them both up together?!". Do note that i haven't watched the movie. I just loved the concept and i wanted to point it out ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rebecca said cartoons are for kids.... or something between those lines and i'm seriously offended D: OFFENDED!!! YEAH I PURPOSELY DID THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoons. Yeah sure most of them are targetted for kids but that doesn't mean adults can't watch them right? I'm sure a lot of people watched Spongebob. I like the idea, its such a lol. Water in a water. Makes no sense whatsover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SiFhM5Li6LI/AAAAAAAAAgM/lgUdSzYj6UQ/s1600-h/mini_inspector_gadget_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341657507173689522" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SiFhM5Li6LI/AAAAAAAAAgM/lgUdSzYj6UQ/s320/mini_inspector_gadget_2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 241px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i would really like to have this toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i should've done it but i did. During exam (i don't remembered which) i just got carried away and drew on the extra test pad given. I drew Inspector Gadget, my style of drawing (anime-ish). I drew it because the day before I watched the show on Disney Channel cause i was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked pretty great till Zhao smudged it. It was a rather big WTF to me because i liked the drawing. (Your name appeared twice Zhao! make it Thrice in my blog! wtf! D;)&lt;br /&gt;Then i talked to Sylvia and Carmen about it. I dont know why i suddenly rememberd all this old stuffs we used to watch. I love Inspector Gadget's core idea. Actually i love Inspector Gadget. I'm sorry for sounding like a kid or something but i really do. A robot detective. Simple but so much can derive from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SiFeqnx6gTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/V9mkQULV8n8/s1600-h/cartoon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341654719363973426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SiFeqnx6gTI/AAAAAAAAAf8/V9mkQULV8n8/s320/cartoon.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 316px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robocop, and Back to the Future, Inspector Gadget, Dennis the Menace, Transformers blablabla. And yes Transformer is first a cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore you have no goddamn right to say cartoons is for kids because then youre gonna say Transformers 2 : Revenge of the-i-dont-care-whatever-the-title-is is for for kids too when its not. And no, using "its a remake of a sort lar dammit" or "its rather adult" or "megan fox is inside" does not make a good excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron &amp;amp; Wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. Awesome song. But when i heard its in Twilight i went "owh god" but i don't know why. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so just you guys know. The quote for Spiderman "with great powers, comes great responsibility" is actually from the narator. Yes, originally the narator said it. Not Peter Parker or his dying gramps. The narator. I don't know why but i feel like i must tell you guys. @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8294130905671099022?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8294130905671099022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8294130905671099022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8294130905671099022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8294130905671099022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-cannot-stop-explosion-of.html' title='You Cannot Stop The Explosion Of Imagination'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SiFeq8BhfSI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Hr0GVIyp5VM/s72-c/adiaochan_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-7377635991916403411</id><published>2009-05-04T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:40:36.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>10 Reasons Why I Think Nights Are More Romantic Than Days</title><content type='html'>i suddenly thought of this when i stared out the sky during the day and star gaze at the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are nights more romantic and sexier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cause it makes you feel calmer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because sounds travels better during the night. Thus giving a better sound quality (wtf?) when you say all those cheesy lines.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because the moon and stars makes it all better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one likes the heat when youre going all romantic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone reception seems better at night... well my experience that is. Ok anyways, when the phone reception is better, you wont have to fear this to happen. &lt;blockquote&gt;Boy : Girl.... I.... I.... I really like you! Will you go out with me?!&lt;br /&gt;    Girl : Wait what? Repeat that. I cant hear you. The phone reception is bad here.&lt;br /&gt; Boy : Damn.....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can have more privacy. I mean like, you don't want your friends to see you dating the girl you like then suddenly go on like "eh boy! shy shy arr~" =.=&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can always see nicer views at nights. All those lights in the city and stars at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The mood is better at night. simple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;most people sleep so you can be sure those little secrets all kept well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you dont need 10 reason really ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7377635991916403411?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7377635991916403411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7377635991916403411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7377635991916403411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7377635991916403411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-reasons-why-i-think-nights-are-more.html' title='10 Reasons Why I Think Nights Are More Romantic Than Days'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-2257840769560189068</id><published>2009-04-28T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:06:05.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Past Seemed Better In A Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpdhjhuHoUw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpdhjhuHoUw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so cool and freaky at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;i like abba though theyre old cause their music cant be found on this modern age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like those Baroque periods where days seems slow and love was the most beautiful thing of all.&lt;br /&gt;When dances goes on, the sway of the puffy skirt is rather enchanting.&lt;br /&gt;Every step you take is well syncing the dancer's heart.&lt;br /&gt;Music that need no lyrics to reflect the soul.&lt;br /&gt;When being sophisticated is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman are proud to strut on without being called "snob".&lt;br /&gt;When romance was going over borders without a care.&lt;br /&gt;When walks seems like the best idea.&lt;br /&gt;When nature is the best companion for a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;When the grand performance is something you dont really watch, rather feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God how i wish i can live in those times.&lt;br /&gt;But that shall stay a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-2257840769560189068?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/2257840769560189068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=2257840769560189068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2257840769560189068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2257840769560189068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/04/past-seemed-better-in-way.html' title='The Past Seemed Better In A Way'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-2394397453898416253</id><published>2009-04-28T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:19:43.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Moments Of Silence</title><content type='html'>There are moments which i choose to be silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the better,&lt;br /&gt;or worse,&lt;br /&gt;For the ugly,&lt;br /&gt;or the beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;For the enchantment,&lt;br /&gt;or the disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Dare i not guess.&lt;br /&gt;It makes around you pops a little question.&lt;br /&gt;These questions show care.&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate it or not, its up to the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Moments Of Silence are when you think the most.&lt;br /&gt;When you wonder,&lt;br /&gt;When you ponder,&lt;br /&gt;When you reminisce,&lt;br /&gt;When you envy,&lt;br /&gt;When you won&lt;br /&gt;When you're defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason there is only you know.&lt;br /&gt;To solve the questions raised and nurtured by memories&lt;br /&gt;are the hardest. People wonder of the answer but&lt;br /&gt;are blinded and not see there the answer... was none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look back, all you see is what written in a history book.&lt;br /&gt;A book right there in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;When you thought of the "answer", you'll come to realise&lt;br /&gt;they were never "answer" but "dreams".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the Moment Of Silence ends,&lt;br /&gt;all you want to do is talk and let it crack.&lt;br /&gt;Never to be fix or so you thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder myself....&lt;br /&gt;"Why the hell did i make this post?"&lt;br /&gt;but i wont take it back.&lt;br /&gt;hate it for i care.&lt;br /&gt;its just an opinion from a man.&lt;br /&gt;an ordinary man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-2394397453898416253?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/2394397453898416253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=2394397453898416253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2394397453898416253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2394397453898416253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/04/moments-of-silence.html' title='Moments Of Silence'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-5396584630657762102</id><published>2009-04-25T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:42:28.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales of The Unknown Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>In Love Again and Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SfNFm5v0UmI/AAAAAAAAAf0/WaunpX2TL_U/s1600-h/Fall+in+Love+Again+and+Again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SfNFm5v0UmI/AAAAAAAAAf0/WaunpX2TL_U/s400/Fall+in+Love+Again+and+Again.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328679318748156514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided.&lt;br /&gt;This little comic strips are gonna be called&lt;br /&gt;"Tales of The Unknown Man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh just to remind you guys,&lt;br /&gt;there isn't any story telling in it.&lt;br /&gt;Theyre more like story showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means you have to interpret it of what&lt;br /&gt;he's going trough or thinking. There. Done.&lt;br /&gt;So this one is really easy but i like it.&lt;br /&gt;Made in agama class. Who'd guess i can&lt;br /&gt;get ideas from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done with mechanical pencil and paper.&lt;br /&gt;No ink so its not as clear but still good enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-5396584630657762102?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/5396584630657762102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=5396584630657762102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5396584630657762102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5396584630657762102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-love-again-and-again.html' title='In Love Again and Again'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SfNFm5v0UmI/AAAAAAAAAf0/WaunpX2TL_U/s72-c/Fall+in+Love+Again+and+Again.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-9131286941586025676</id><published>2009-04-19T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:46:55.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales of The Unknown Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Productive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SetJXkiNtII/AAAAAAAAAfs/3j6y8NhP89Y/s1600-h/Productive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SetJXkiNtII/AAAAAAAAAfs/3j6y8NhP89Y/s400/Productive.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326431653588743298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel rather productive these days....&lt;br /&gt;And not only one writing form,&lt;br /&gt;it goes long to the body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres an awful lot of plan stirring in my head.&lt;br /&gt;And all i'm missing is one step.&lt;br /&gt;Execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm liking what i'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Now all i want to do is meet me.&lt;br /&gt;But thats impossible.... Dont you wanna meet you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"Does J.K.Rowling publish half of her book? &gt;:E"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"When it leaked on the internet.... ;p"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Ahahaha. good answer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Lets walk down the street till the rise of the sun as if we own it ;D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"I prefer the aircond ;]"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"The cheesier you are...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The cheesier you are, the hornier you get ;]"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"ahahaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"hahahaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"ahahaha. ahahaha. ahahaha. ahahaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"tape recorder"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"hahahaha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"D:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Night-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"why good morning dear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"hahaha. are you in america or something?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"so what about it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"how if the oven burst and the school burned down? D:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"what kind of crazy thinking is that? lol ;D"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like writing random little quotes now...&lt;br /&gt;Its very..... umm...... memory-ish thingy.&lt;br /&gt;The one that know them will laugh with me.&lt;br /&gt;The one that understand will smile.&lt;br /&gt;The one that dont get it will ignore.&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-9131286941586025676?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/9131286941586025676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=9131286941586025676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/9131286941586025676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/9131286941586025676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/04/productive.html' title='Productive'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SetJXkiNtII/AAAAAAAAAfs/3j6y8NhP89Y/s72-c/Productive.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-285010895671364692</id><published>2009-04-19T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:14:22.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Enviromental Year (YEAR!!!)</title><content type='html'>That is why this year it's going to be slightly different . Instead of the good old Environmental Week , we the Student Council decided to bring you ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bpRvdqi63IU/SeisHozPd2I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/t423S8OnXxA/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bpRvdqi63IU/SeisHozPd2I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/t423S8OnXxA/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325695806577014626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Environmental &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Year  &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So if you're a Sri Garden student , do help to spread the word by copying and pasting this post to your very own blog or just the picture above would do . =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a message from the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-size: 130%;"&gt;Public Relations Director of&lt;br /&gt;Student Council '09&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Olivia Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-285010895671364692?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/285010895671364692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=285010895671364692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/285010895671364692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/285010895671364692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/04/enviromental-year-year.html' title='Enviromental Year (YEAR!!!)'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bpRvdqi63IU/SeisHozPd2I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/t423S8OnXxA/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8555565568032702137</id><published>2009-04-15T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:30:17.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>You guys are lucky because you can do that one thing i cant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Images here are not mine.&lt;br /&gt;But its so cool i have to show them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SeXfIGtlx6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/3Ob_4z0JJ9w/s1600-h/No-One-Will.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SeXfIGtlx6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/3Ob_4z0JJ9w/s400/No-One-Will.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324907464769259426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha, you know I can imagine you saying this"&lt;br /&gt;"is that good?"&lt;br /&gt;"well i guess, you make other's life more interesting so yes i suppose"&lt;br /&gt;Well it goes something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! i suck at memorizing &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing i always wanted to do but do i will never.&lt;br /&gt;Its something only you guys can do and i've always wanted to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to do since i was concious about the world.&lt;br /&gt;Thats like..... years man. years and i know i can never do it in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is.... To meet me,&lt;br /&gt;to know me,&lt;br /&gt;to hate me,&lt;br /&gt;to love me,&lt;br /&gt;to dive into my soul,&lt;br /&gt;into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna meet myself, i seriously do.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it feels like to know me instead of being me.&lt;br /&gt;Get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;Kinda hard to swallow huh?&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt matter ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SeXfJNUAAlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ihOiV1bK0HA/s1600-h/Repeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SeXfJNUAAlI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ihOiV1bK0HA/s400/Repeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324907483720843858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this thing. Its so cool. Lucky i found it ;]&lt;br /&gt;"Music reflects the soul"&lt;br /&gt;"When i play the song"&lt;br /&gt;"The song shows you"&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8555565568032702137?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8555565568032702137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8555565568032702137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8555565568032702137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8555565568032702137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-guys-are-lucky-because-you-can-do.html' title='You guys are lucky because you can do that one thing i cant'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SeXfIGtlx6I/AAAAAAAAAfc/3Ob_4z0JJ9w/s72-c/No-One-Will.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-1271499451037632063</id><published>2009-04-14T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:23:46.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><title type='text'>The Future In My Eyes - Malaysia</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna go be an oldman and say whatever i want to say on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;if you hate reading then you can go away cause it might get a little long ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this country, Malaysia. The so called awesome country where all the races live peacefully and not much fight between them really happen. Now i would like to ask, what kind of bullshit is that? Is our nation really a country that does not care about the race? Well the government seems to think so but as a citizen, i know this statement is false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King once said that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; I shall requote that into my own sentence. A dream that this country shall not be what America are in the past. A country full seperation between the races by an invisible wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I have a dream that my grandchildren will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by malay, chinese, nor indian. But by the content of their character."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Though i know some might argue, but the fact that we live by racism is undeniably the truth. A specialization for the bumiputeras and malays? is that proof enough? The country does not even allow other races to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;elect a non-malay to be Prime Minister. To be a prime minister, you have to be either malay or bumiputeras. Ok yeah, government, you obviously love the other races, really. kthxbai. Our areas of where we live is usually seperated by the races. Seriously what were they thinking? I go to Johor and i can see chinese houses in a row and  malay houses on another row. Really now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my honest opinion, the other races is just not given enough chances to show their true abilities. I'm in a school full of malays before, and another school full of chinese. Their positives i see are obviously like heaven and earth. Why not give them a chance to shine too? Because the government LOVES malays. Why? i donno, because we are the "true blood" of Malaysia? Bullshit. The orang asli are and I still dont see why we get the special shit and not the chinese nor indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did they not play a role in helping the country to obtain "merdeka" too? Furthermore the stuffs we most proud of and always comes first when we talk about the good things about malaysia. Multiracial. Whenever i hear that, my mind will automatically say "yeah right". The little movement of making the subject into BM is stupid. It's only beneficial to the malays. Not the chinese nor indians who worked their ass off to master english. Now it should be the malay's turn to work our ass off to master english. Seriously what were they thinking? Such a weak excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember HINDRAF? Well here's a little recap of what they demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. End 50 years of violations of the Malaysian Federal Constitution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Try to End Racism, Islamic extremism and Malay privileges on the 50th year golden jubilee celebrations of Malaysian independence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. Call for affirmative action plans for all poor Malaysians including ethnic minority Indians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. All 523 Tamil schools to be made fully aided government schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. All the aforesaid to e handled directly by the UMNO-controlled government and for UMNO to stop playing politics through the "Mandore" (Supervisor) system by abdicating Indian problems to the MIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. 20% of the government top most level posts are reserved for the Indians for the next 15 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. The UMNO-controlled government makes public and is transparent on all the the aforesaid affirmative action plan including specifying the Indian beneficiaries thereto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8. Stop the indiscriminate and unconstitutional demolitions of Hindu temples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9. Stop the victimization and direct discrimination by the Police and all other state authorities of the Indians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10. The UMNO-controlled government forms with immediate effect a Royal Commission of Inquiry into the Kampung Medan mini genocide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11. All homeless Malaysians are to be provided affordable homes and not low-cost flats by law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;12. A Race Relations Commission Act and an Equal Opportunities Commission Act to be enacted to end direct discrimination and racism in both the public and private sectors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;13. A minimum of 20 opposition members of parliament are elected exclusively by the Indian community to represent their interest at the highest political level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14. Appeal to refer Malaysia to the world court and international criminal court for crimes against it’s own ethnic minority Indians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand me, i'm not supporting them. They obviously distrupt the peace in malaysia and i dont blame them. However, some of their points show that there is still a lot of racism in our country. Imagine if the chinese or indians never came here. This would would really be another Indonesia (no offense, really). But still they are treated unfairly, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America has always been the perfect example in terms of racism stuffs (its a praise btw). The African-American Civil Rights (1955-1968) That my friend would be when the black people (no offense) raises up and stand their ground to get their fair share on the land named America. and you know what? they won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now theres like black people and white people in the MTV Top 10. Some become really good politicians. Some are really good sportsman. You cant really see the racism in it anymore especially when Obama was elected. I can't say that everyone there isn't a racist anymore, but it just shows how racism how much can racism really go. Low low below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hope and pray that one day this country's party shall not be devided by the race nor the religion. The idea of making this country into an Islamic country is stupid. Doesn't that goes againts whatever that make us special? Multiracial, multireligion. I swear to god, your god and whoevers god that i will not support any of the parties until the "right" party pops out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh and dont believe a shit about Palestine being overtaken and we shouldnt support them. Thats so stupid, if you "super religious" dumbass supports that, then stop using your goddamn cars. Stop eating those round Panadol pills when you get sick. Hell stop using the ambulance and see how far can this country live. You disgrace the actual meaning of Islam you dumbass. There is never written in the Quran that Allah will love you when you do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, i'm gonna complain about the Islamic religioun in this country and i dont give a damn about you goddamned opinion (unless i REALLY am wrong). The Islam never thought us to hate the other race nor religion. We were never thought to look down on other religion at all. Nada. Nilch. Zip. Thus, the big flaw in this country is really the religion. If youre malay, you have to be Islam. Yeah really helpful. Definitely help this country to be a better place..... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the idea of making this country into an islamic country came into me (in other words, when i first know what PAS wants to do) all i thought was "this must be the dumbest idea... period." Whats gonna happen to the other religion? Christianity, Buddhism, Hinduism, Koreanism (look, i dont know what kind of religion the koreans are ok? &gt;_&gt;) and so forth. If that were to happen, I'd seriously migrate because i dont wanna live in a country that is a must to be Islam. Thats so dull. Infact, i enjoy hearing a little about christianity and buddhism from time to time. quoted DS, even the Iraq (i think it was Iraq) dont make Islam a must, some of them turn christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ok i think i should stop there. I feel a little light hearted now after complaining this. tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-1271499451037632063?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/1271499451037632063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=1271499451037632063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1271499451037632063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1271499451037632063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/04/future-in-my-eyes-malaysia.html' title='The Future In My Eyes - Malaysia'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-1069997287225386285</id><published>2009-04-12T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:29:41.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>The Burning Passion! - Sports!</title><content type='html'>i know i should have said this a long time ago....&lt;br /&gt;IUDay 09 is da real shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;yeah sports day.&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah! green house got 3rd and thus broke the loser's history&lt;br /&gt;But lets go back a little in time shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like.... they were all decorating.&lt;br /&gt;Red House's (no i'm not being mean... ok maybe i am)&lt;br /&gt;banner kinda screwed up our school floor. The lighting got stuck&lt;br /&gt;on the floor... so my brilliant mind came up with a brilliant idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SeHF-T4e_oI/AAAAAAAAAfE/dJ_widpxYBk/s1600-h/P1000152.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323753908808384130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SeHF-T4e_oI/AAAAAAAAAfE/dJ_widpxYBk/s400/P1000152.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;isnt that awesome?! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i suddenly remembered this something from blue house.&lt;br /&gt;So with their support... lets just say our imagination just ran a little wild...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SeHF-vczOGI/AAAAAAAAAfM/5g3Lcvvuu1o/s1600-h/P1000153.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323753916208461922" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SeHF-vczOGI/AAAAAAAAAfM/5g3Lcvvuu1o/s400/P1000153.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SeHG748ba7I/AAAAAAAAAfU/F7IwDcPLIB0/s1600-h/P1000247.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323754966729059250" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SeHG748ba7I/AAAAAAAAAfU/F7IwDcPLIB0/s400/P1000247.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;awesome pic. our last view of the stadium.... maybe when i become a parent&lt;br /&gt;then i'll come back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna show my kids my blog cause its just that awesome ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-1069997287225386285?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/1069997287225386285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=1069997287225386285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1069997287225386285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1069997287225386285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/04/burning-passion-sports.html' title='The Burning Passion! - Sports!'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SeHF-T4e_oI/AAAAAAAAAfE/dJ_widpxYBk/s72-c/P1000152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8994394061887665571</id><published>2009-04-03T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T06:59:04.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='60 hour earth'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour Failed</title><content type='html'>thank you malaysia for being selfless frigging idiots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/972706/+200"&gt;http://forum.lowyat.net/topic/972706/+200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 503px; height: 42px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-style: italic;" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div class="postcolor"&gt;"Earth Hour in Malaysia failed yesterday. Various areas were lighting up fireworks after 1 hour has passed. Sigh..."&lt;!--IBF.ATTACHMENT_24710874--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" id="rate_24710874"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf is wrong with you malaysia? you dont go frigging celebrate an enviromental thing with firework! wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should never celebrate it in the first place. whats there to celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;its just one little event and that aint gonna save the world.&lt;br /&gt;Guess malaysia was never meant for this enviromental thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving to New Zealand next time. They got cows running all over there &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS is right. You dissapointed me malaysia with your shaky video cam of klcc going off in youtube.&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, look at my awesome flowers ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SdYVeBELpFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/eOlkEYL7XLY/s1600-h/P1000123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SdYVeBELpFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/eOlkEYL7XLY/s400/P1000123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320463615211054162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one point for nature!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8994394061887665571?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8994394061887665571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8994394061887665571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8994394061887665571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8994394061887665571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-hour-failed.html' title='Earth Hour Failed'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SdYVeBELpFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/eOlkEYL7XLY/s72-c/P1000123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-7316792258368230270</id><published>2009-03-27T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:24:00.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Blocked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Sc0LYfzNI9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/mQYc-W9wX_M/s1600-h/2+-+Unrequited+Love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Sc0LYfzNI9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/mQYc-W9wX_M/s400/2+-+Unrequited+Love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317919250475459538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm liking this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7316792258368230270?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7316792258368230270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7316792258368230270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7316792258368230270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7316792258368230270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/03/blocked.html' title='Blocked'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Sc0LYfzNI9I/AAAAAAAAAe0/mQYc-W9wX_M/s72-c/2+-+Unrequited+Love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8567472986697662068</id><published>2009-03-27T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:02:03.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Spread It Out</title><content type='html'>my new layout.&lt;br /&gt;is it ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;look now i can use yellow font and you can like totally see it! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i think i kinda miss the way i used to blog. its so&lt;br /&gt;weird and funny. owh yes youre gonna read yellow till the end of&lt;br /&gt;this post and to be honest i cant see what i'm typiing so any&lt;br /&gt;misspelling is not gonna be noticed by me but knowing how&lt;br /&gt;awesome i am at typing i doubt that'll happen ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8567472986697662068?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8567472986697662068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8567472986697662068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8567472986697662068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8567472986697662068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/03/spread-it-out.html' title='Spread It Out'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-3659448243843129462</id><published>2009-03-25T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:24:52.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>When You Just Cant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Scpk7Pli5cI/AAAAAAAAAes/0_-j_66qaNs/s1600-h/Sometimes+You+Just+Cant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Scpk7Pli5cI/AAAAAAAAAes/0_-j_66qaNs/s400/Sometimes+You+Just+Cant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317173279023359426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have no idea why did i decided to do this... hmm....&lt;br /&gt;It just came to mind when i saw this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stickgal.blogspot.com/"&gt;stickgal.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action speaks louder than words,&lt;br /&gt;A picture shows a thousand words,&lt;br /&gt;So generally you should not use words.....&lt;br /&gt;man i suck &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate myself &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-3659448243843129462?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/3659448243843129462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=3659448243843129462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3659448243843129462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3659448243843129462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-just-cant.html' title='When You Just Cant'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Scpk7Pli5cI/AAAAAAAAAes/0_-j_66qaNs/s72-c/Sometimes+You+Just+Cant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-1100028916520848758</id><published>2009-03-21T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:06:01.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>They're More Than Words, They're Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna type random bullshits now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter if it makes sense to you or not.&lt;br /&gt;I think some will but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly like some of them. Read on if you're bored ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sometime the truth will bring forth tragedy however it is greater tragedy to avert your eyes from the truth&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Miles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Edgeworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm sorry because&lt;/span&gt; i hate you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;for making me liking you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Why do it for money?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Do it for your dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Life is just a kicking point.&lt;/span&gt; Sprint till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He hates himself for not knowing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nosy&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;which?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cant explain love, therefore i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; give a shit to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Who's actually normal?&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If this world is a video game, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i bet everyone is on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;same level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Need for speed thought me how to drive&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;games so &lt;/span&gt;bad again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" &gt;There is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; no such thing as the perfect world&lt;/span&gt;, its just something in your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love?&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;how complicating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you thought someone got it good, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;think again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sweet revenge&lt;/span&gt; brings nothing but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sour defeat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Owh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; wow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; actually thinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;What the shit?&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; care cause it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;does not follow my logic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I never try, therefore i n&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I also never succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; confused&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you just go for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;That ring's pretty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;but it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" &gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; for me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; nothing yet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" &gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; starting something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:webdings;" &gt;If they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:webdings;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" &gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:webdings;" &gt; come to you,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; you come to them! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Then they'll come to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;better &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I didn't act&lt;/span&gt;, never did. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It just came naturally&lt;/span&gt; like dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:courier new;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" &gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; think!&lt;/span&gt; Follow the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; because it's more you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm not blinded, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" &gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" &gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; less tense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" &gt;Jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;doesn't kill me,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; it drives me better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; better, you're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;wrong because that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;only your thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" &gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; being a bitch.&lt;/span&gt; Its telling the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What you see&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;not what you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; so but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; you did not do so&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Therefore your statement&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;does not not prove&lt;/span&gt; me you can do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:webdings;" &gt;First impression is everything. It's gonna be drilled into someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:webdings;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" &gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:webdings;" &gt; head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Money &lt;/span&gt;can't buy me things that the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;eyes cannot see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; what they think&lt;/span&gt; for i am just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;being myself&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" &gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; like it,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;then they're fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Believe it or not, i expected the unexpected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;We're like the bricks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Alone we are weak, together we are strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Love's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Israel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;war&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;paradise &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&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/7231185978498681094-1100028916520848758?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/1100028916520848758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=1100028916520848758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1100028916520848758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1100028916520848758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/03/theyre-more-than-words-theyre-random.html' title='They&apos;re More Than Words, They&apos;re Random'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8271190379748408886</id><published>2009-03-17T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:54:14.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='60 hour earth'/><title type='text'>Saving the world in 60 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you care about earth, you click the switch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" height="300" width="160"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.earthhour.org.my/banners/banner_160x300.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.earthhour.org.my/banners/banner_160x300.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="160"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can click that switch there in case you dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coolist shit ever.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew they did this annually. Thats so cool D:&lt;br /&gt;Switch off those damn lights thats not used on 28th March 09.&lt;br /&gt;You'll earn my respect if you do cause most human beings now&lt;br /&gt;cant even stand living with no electricity....&lt;br /&gt;No offense... wait no, scratch that. OFFENSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i'd love to do this, but i'm going IU Night :/&lt;br /&gt;but then again, its like i'm switching off my light too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think ladies and gents. The earth is just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live on her, but we abuse her.&lt;br /&gt;She provided us shelter, but we just hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;She provided us food, but we just pollute her.&lt;br /&gt;She provided us land, but we just ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;When did we ever try to help her?&lt;br /&gt;To repay her of her kindness?&lt;br /&gt;To repay her of her love?&lt;br /&gt;To repay her of her tolerence?&lt;br /&gt;To repay her of what she had done to us?&lt;br /&gt;Owh mother earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is like an lonely island.&lt;br /&gt;We live on it,&lt;br /&gt;We cant leave it,&lt;br /&gt;So what happen if we pollute it?&lt;br /&gt;What happen if we ruin it?&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to go, nowhere to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know theres the great idea of going to mars,&lt;br /&gt;but leaving earth just to save our skin?&lt;br /&gt;My heart's broken for that (like seriously) ;[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of the beautiful flowers.....&lt;br /&gt;Of the wonderful beasts....&lt;br /&gt;Of the breathtaking views....&lt;br /&gt;Of the mysterious unexplored lands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think ladies and gentleman. THINK!&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna leave all these just for your own selfish desire?&lt;br /&gt;Those clothes, the sparkling lights, the cool indoor air...&lt;br /&gt;Please say you wont....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentleman....&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm ranting but i just love earth.&lt;br /&gt;Cant get enough of it ;D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for readings anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Omg at the words D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8271190379748408886?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8271190379748408886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8271190379748408886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8271190379748408886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8271190379748408886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/03/saving-world-in-60-minutes.html' title='Saving the world in 60 minutes'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-2902529984590631615</id><published>2009-03-16T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:45:26.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang outs'/><title type='text'>Of Chocolate, Cookies &amp; Cream. With a little Music on top</title><content type='html'>So i went to eat with president.&lt;br /&gt;Funniest shit happened. Star jump lol.&lt;br /&gt;(i'm still laughing thinking of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Sylvia and Mich.&lt;br /&gt;Penubuhan geng ampang.&lt;br /&gt;(eat shit Cheras gang &gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i accidently met the king ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it made me happy... but in a whole different way ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though its just a spontaneous hangout ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy still ;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Sb5yIrGfZrI/AAAAAAAAAec/kWKEAhsn1TE/s1600-h/March+16.+MASS+King.+Edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Sb5yIrGfZrI/AAAAAAAAAec/kWKEAhsn1TE/s400/March+16.+MASS+King.+Edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313810103678232242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Chocolate, Cookies and Creams.&lt;br /&gt;With a little music ;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-2902529984590631615?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/2902529984590631615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=2902529984590631615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2902529984590631615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2902529984590631615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-chocolate-cookies-cream-with-little.html' title='Of Chocolate, Cookies &amp; Cream. With a little Music on top'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Sb5yIrGfZrI/AAAAAAAAAec/kWKEAhsn1TE/s72-c/March+16.+MASS+King.+Edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8083149501047265360</id><published>2009-03-09T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:43:54.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Ahh... Life</title><content type='html'>In The Tree Of Life,&lt;br /&gt;i tried to go over every root and leaves,&lt;br /&gt;i ran and ran to places i never imagine,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i went nowhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh... life.... its just too awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8083149501047265360?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8083149501047265360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8083149501047265360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8083149501047265360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8083149501047265360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahh-life.html' title='Ahh... Life'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-5650488898617534789</id><published>2009-03-04T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:06:38.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clone'/><title type='text'>My Whatnots On Cloning</title><content type='html'>Cloning...&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream for mankind, and that dream may or may&lt;br /&gt;not come true. What exactly is cloning? Reproduction of&lt;br /&gt;something with the exact same characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloning has appeared in a lot of stories and whatnot and&lt;br /&gt;had been a big issue when somebody say "I did human cloning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree has been "cloning" through out all this time....&lt;br /&gt;Cut a part of the branch, (well for some)&lt;br /&gt;Put in on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Wait for it to germinate,&lt;br /&gt;years later you wont even know which one is the original one.&lt;br /&gt;(unless you check the tree rings that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not that recently, Animal cloning is proven possible too.&lt;br /&gt;Dolly, the name of the first cloned animal. A sheep.&lt;br /&gt;Now preserved in some museum in Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;The first..... now if animals can be cloned, (well, sheeps to be precise)&lt;br /&gt;What are the possibilities of human cloning?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty high if you ask my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually.....&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, human cloning has happened "naturally".&lt;br /&gt;Identical twins. Fine, theyre not actually cloning but&lt;br /&gt;having someone that looks the same, acts the same and moves&lt;br /&gt;the same way as you..... sounds like cloning to me&lt;br /&gt;(of course i dont actually call it cloning. I'll be damned if theyre hot ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets imagine this,&lt;br /&gt;Since the day you were born, you have a twin sis/bro.&lt;br /&gt;He acts like you, moves like you, and thinks like you.&lt;br /&gt;S/He's probably your best friend because of the same thing&lt;br /&gt;you do and be able to do.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day.... s/he's gone.....&lt;br /&gt;Then you parents say,&lt;br /&gt;"its ok hun, s/he's actually just a clone".&lt;br /&gt;How would you react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you clone somebody.... would you consider&lt;br /&gt;that clone.... human? In the situation i just asked&lt;br /&gt;you to imagine is where the clone has been "human"&lt;br /&gt;the whole time, when you suddenly knew s/he is not&lt;br /&gt;human.... how would you react at the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that there is actually law to prevent human&lt;br /&gt;cloning already, though its not proven possible yet?&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think that cloning should be allowed, however&lt;br /&gt;it must be controlled.&lt;br /&gt;However, i dissaprove of cloning the human till the bones.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about organ cloning really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medications can improve so much more because of cloning.&lt;br /&gt;More experiments can be carried out,&lt;br /&gt;New cures might be able to be discovered&lt;br /&gt;and finding another organ for surgeries wont be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;The heart or lungs for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... I'm thinking... what if the moms wanted twins?&lt;br /&gt;Shall cloning be the answer? Or maybe like dolly, clone "naturally"&lt;br /&gt;Cloning is inhuman. I agree to that. But if theyre since birth?....&lt;br /&gt;I'd honestly say otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might sound stupid typing this out without actually know&lt;br /&gt;the science behind cloning and all. This is just but an opinion from&lt;br /&gt;some 17 year old teen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-5650488898617534789?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/5650488898617534789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=5650488898617534789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5650488898617534789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5650488898617534789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-whatnots-on-cloning.html' title='My Whatnots On Cloning'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-7764467650757028258</id><published>2009-02-27T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:19:52.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Its an Interact thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Sae6pr9U7qI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VVpqhxpwIkk/s1600-h/IU09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Sae6pr9U7qI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VVpqhxpwIkk/s400/IU09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307415911216770722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;International Understanding Day 2009&lt;br /&gt;Date: 28 March 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6.30pm-9.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Sri Garden's School Hall&lt;br /&gt;Entrance Fee: rm11 (if purchase earlier it will be rm10)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: 1901 hotdog&lt;br /&gt;Dress Code: Smart Casual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for further information, contact: Lee Hua Min (0172366813) or Carmen Au (0123176905)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Please help the Sri Garden Interact Club to spread the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blog : &lt;a href="http://sginteract.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sginteract.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not involved directly or indirectly so dont find me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just promoting it.&lt;div&gt;You should come, they have friggin 1901 for dinna D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7764467650757028258?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7764467650757028258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7764467650757028258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7764467650757028258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7764467650757028258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-interact-thing.html' title='Its an Interact thing'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/Sae6pr9U7qI/AAAAAAAAAeM/VVpqhxpwIkk/s72-c/IU09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-4763861005334412794</id><published>2009-02-25T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:46:23.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution - My Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SaVrCWQ1hzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HXh6g_9NDzw/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SaVrCWQ1hzI/AAAAAAAAAdk/HXh6g_9NDzw/s200/DSC00060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306765424006104882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me first phone, arr. Pretty small and fits into me hand just nice&lt;br /&gt;(well what phone doesnt?) Truth be told, its me mom's phone&lt;br /&gt;its second hand to me. Arr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SaVrB0bDeCI/AAAAAAAAAdU/dvr2Vt6K67I/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SaVrB0bDeCI/AAAAAAAAAdU/dvr2Vt6K67I/s200/DSC00057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306765414922156066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arr.... me 2nd phone and pretty much me's favourite.&lt;br /&gt;The flicking is so addictive, me just cant stop moving me fingers&lt;br /&gt;just for fun. Ai but it broke cause of me being cuai.&lt;br /&gt;Arr, real good seadog there. Yet again, its me mom's phone and&lt;br /&gt;2nd handed to me. Yarr the good old days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SaVrBwEj69I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ybBg3_e0e4E/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SaVrBwEj69I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ybBg3_e0e4E/s200/DSC00055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306765413754072018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is me's phone. Just for a day though.&lt;br /&gt;Again, it's me mom's phone however it really never&lt;br /&gt;sticked to me. (well its only one day after all)&lt;br /&gt;Kinda cute and weird at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Curses them who laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SaVrCI2EkMI/AAAAAAAAAdc/XlnlUa9ddSE/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SaVrCI2EkMI/AAAAAAAAAdc/XlnlUa9ddSE/s200/DSC00059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306765420404183234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SPARTA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SaVtfDziZXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/NxQxbv2MSIM/s1600-h/DSCN1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SaVtfDziZXI/AAAAAAAAAd8/NxQxbv2MSIM/s200/DSCN1926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306768116290839922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my new phone. This time however its not&lt;br /&gt;2nd hand so its actually my first time buying myself a phone.&lt;br /&gt;Though i lost the addictive flicking thing, the camera will&lt;br /&gt;probably be suffice... for now maybe &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pray this one lasts longer than the others due to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-4763861005334412794?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/4763861005334412794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=4763861005334412794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4763861005334412794'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>I'm happy, I'm weak, I should sleep, but i did not</title><content type='html'>I watched a musical theater with President, Sylvia, Jon and Viv.&lt;br /&gt;Glad i say that it was awesome *smile emoticon*&lt;br /&gt;Though i was "tricked" about the price (it was about... lets see... 10x more?!)&lt;br /&gt;at first, regardless i did not regret it and happy still.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i'd hope there'd be more in the future  *wink emoticon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love that one little scene with bubbles D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay ampang gang, screw cheras *Dee double dot emoticon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhyming time.&lt;br /&gt;Japanese came and yay to them,&lt;br /&gt;We flutter around from eight to ten,&lt;br /&gt;Preparing stalls with food on them,&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt easy, it aint pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave out food like it was lunch,&lt;br /&gt;We grew tired till we all hunch,&lt;br /&gt;(well it isnt true really, but i didnt have anything to rhyme it &gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;The japanese liked the food we gave,&lt;br /&gt;But the real surprise was more malaysians came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aya so tired, i should sleep but its only 10.30.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poet time.&lt;br /&gt;I sat there, at the corner of my room,&lt;br /&gt;waiting, wanting something to happen,&lt;br /&gt;But happen it did not,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting some more would not help,&lt;br /&gt;It would not benefit me nor the time that pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With "will" i go on the vehicle on 2,&lt;br /&gt;going around with a destination of none,&lt;br /&gt;should i make a call to join my journey?&lt;br /&gt;neigh i did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off i go in the middle of the road,&lt;br /&gt;crap i think they blow for being slow,&lt;br /&gt;with music in my ears, i care none.&lt;br /&gt;and at the first stop, pink sighty tools was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cycled and cycled till i reached at the Point,&lt;br /&gt;i stopped and pondered, shall i call yet again?&lt;br /&gt;neigh i did not and i cycled through.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, towards the destination to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cycled and cycled till past time flies,&lt;br /&gt;i watched from afar and let my mind flew,&lt;br /&gt;towards that dreamland that i left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last my stop had a destination,&lt;br /&gt;as i found that my destination of infinty has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up there on top of mother nature,&lt;br /&gt;i ponder and ponder with book in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;i realize how awesome it was,&lt;br /&gt;that an increadible thing is always near home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed again and smiled,&lt;br /&gt;strange might i look, but happy still i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-1953074587176518320?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/1953074587176518320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=1953074587176518320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1953074587176518320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1953074587176518320'/><link rel='alternate' 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I'll definitely be rich!</title><content type='html'>Tch, anyways i'm kinda pissed off here because of how&lt;br /&gt;this year at school its mostly about academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We balance education and koko"&lt;br /&gt;pffffffffft. Bullshit. You cancelled our fun,&lt;br /&gt;almost cancelled IFF, and keep on talking and talking&lt;br /&gt;about academics and how this academics will be&lt;br /&gt;the most important aspect in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the main topic actually? its quiet long so&lt;br /&gt;hang on to your seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Academics can definitely help me with life. Yeeeeeeeeees, its because people who fails academics shall fail life. Why? because we're that stupid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say ladies and gentleman but i dont believe academics&lt;br /&gt;is everything. Yeah its important i agree, but to see it as a road&lt;br /&gt;to the success of life? Yeah you should check reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academics is important? definitely. Why? Because we want to be advanced.&lt;br /&gt;Co-curiculum is important? Yes but not too much. Why? because academics more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit you bullshitter. I refuse to believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Smartass A : Hey look! i got a 9000 "A's" in my SPM! I can do anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smartass B : Can you cook with your the recipes you memorized?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Smartass A : Err... no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smartass B : Can you play sports with all the science behind them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Smartass A : Well... no but-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smartass B : Can you build something out of nothing with what you learned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Smartass A : Well-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smartass B : Can you play a music instrument with what you studied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Smartass A : Umm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smartass B : Can you plant a garden as well as those farmers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Smartass A : ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smartass B : Are you gonna raise your kids like what the books say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Smartass A : If its for the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Smartass B : The best for whom? You or the kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the point of the little convo is just to show that jsut because&lt;br /&gt;you know how to do it is not the same as you can do it. I can study&lt;br /&gt;on how to fix a radio but can i really fix one if i dont even know&lt;br /&gt;how to start?&lt;br /&gt;Experience counts you know. A farmer who doesnt have that much&lt;br /&gt;knowledge can plant better than a scholar who learns about plants&lt;br /&gt;but never even garden once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for now and forever dont believe that academics is everything.&lt;br /&gt;If you believe so, youre just that boring in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say its for the road to success and money making? Well think again.&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna say that every single job in this world require academics?&lt;br /&gt;You can still be successful without much academics.&lt;br /&gt;What you need to know is how to get it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body building, Chefs, Singer, Musician, Writer, Artist, Toymaker,&lt;br /&gt;Advertiser. There's so many more but i'm just too lazy to type it out.&lt;br /&gt;What're you gonna say to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"owh theyre not THAT succesful. See academics still rules"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh really?&lt;br /&gt;Gordon Ramsay, Beatles, Lego, Disney, and Nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;What're you gonna say to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this is why i dont blindly study like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Though after saying all this, it is just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;If your opinion is different, so be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7315619165658169354?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7315619165658169354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7315619165658169354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7315619165658169354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7315619165658169354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-right-ill-definitely-be-rich.html' title='I know right! I&apos;ll definitely be rich!'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-93456870253941539</id><published>2009-02-15T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:00:30.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Three Cheers For Five Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I swear that you don't have to go  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought we could wait for the fireworks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought we could wait for the snow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To wash over Georgia and kill the hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought I could live in your arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And spend every moment I had with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stay up all night with the stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Confess all the faith that I had in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I had in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To late, I'm sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;another night, another dream wasted on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just be here now  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;against me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You know the words so sing along for me baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For heaven's sake I know you're sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But you won't stop crying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This anniversary may never be the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Inside I hope you know I'm dying  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;With my heart beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In shattered pieces that may never be replaced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And if I died right now you'd never be the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought with a month of apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Together would find us an opening  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And moonlight would provide the spark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And that I would stumble across the key &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Or break down the door to your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Forever could see us not you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And you'd help me out of the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'd give my heart as an offering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;an offering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To late, I'm sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;another night, another dream wasted on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just be here now  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;against me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You know the words, so sing along for me baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For heaven's sake I know you're sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But you won't stop crying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This anniversary may never be the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Inside I hope you know I'm dying  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;With my heart beside me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In shattered pieces that may never be replaced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And if I died right now you'd never be the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I will always remember you as, you are right now to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I will always remember you now, remember you now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So sleep alone tonight with no one here just by your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sleep alone tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How does he feel, how does he kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(let's sleep alone tonight with no one here just by your side) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How does he taste while he's on your lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(let's sleep alone tonight with no one here just by your side) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How does he feel, how does he kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Repeats in background:let's sleep alone tonight with no one here just by your side) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't forget you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know you want me to want you I want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But I can't forget you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So when this is over don't blow your composure baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't forget you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know you want me to want you I want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But I can't forget you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So when this is over don't blow your composure baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't forgive you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know you want me to want you I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song however i take the meaning in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for putting music back to my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;:'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mayday Parade - Three Cheers For Five Years"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-93456870253941539?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/93456870253941539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=93456870253941539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/93456870253941539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/93456870253941539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-cheers-for-five-years.html' title='Three Cheers For Five Years'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-4633861663051639330</id><published>2009-02-10T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:48:55.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>No, you're not at the wrong blog</title><content type='html'>Really, this is still the same blog. Except the layout....&lt;br /&gt;Its so awesome and goddamn the editing part D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly thought i only wanted to use it for awhile but&lt;br /&gt;after going through all that? owh boy no more changing lar.&lt;br /&gt;Shit hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, get used to it cause its gonna be here&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever and ever and ever and ever...&lt;br /&gt;Damn that sounded kinda bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-4633861663051639330?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/4633861663051639330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=4633861663051639330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4633861663051639330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4633861663051639330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-youre-not-at-wrong-blog.html' title='No, you&apos;re not at the wrong blog'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-3012030607300677008</id><published>2009-02-07T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:27:49.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>Smells Like Love.... Owh wait, thats my burnt toast!</title><content type='html'>Valentine's near, valentine's near.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so exited 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for no special reason really. I just find event days really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Well just for kicks, Valentine Day is actually for girls to give guys&lt;br /&gt;them love. Not guys to girls. That special day is on White Day,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere during March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't really matter cause both are them lovey-dovey days.&lt;br /&gt;So get your sick bag ready for those cheesy lines to pop out when&lt;br /&gt;you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the most common thing to give out during these wonderful days are&lt;br /&gt;roses. Yes roses. Classic, meaningful, elegant, beautiful and of course, deadly.&lt;br /&gt;I assume you guys know that different flower brings different meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Though did you know that different colours also give different meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well surprise no more,&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Love and Nurse Sarcasm (though she's not here &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;) is here to help&lt;br /&gt;explain what they mean ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY3LtdEVuiI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nIT5wiRfpVs/s1600-h/red-rose-side.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300116318242322978" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY3LtdEVuiI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nIT5wiRfpVs/s200/red-rose-side.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 134px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lets kick things off with the most romantic and awesome of them all. The &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Red Roses&lt;/span&gt;. It symbolizes love and romance. How delicate. The meaning originated from the east (China i think) and is accepted universally now. Giving it to someone means "I love you" and eternal love.  So thats the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Red Rose&lt;/span&gt;. Awesome ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY7y-LGBn0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Z2F61pWbkrQ/s1600-h/Pinkrose.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300440961405525826" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY7y-LGBn0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Z2F61pWbkrQ/s200/Pinkrose.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;, man looks manly in them and girl look sweet. So the &lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;pink roses&lt;/span&gt; sybolises grace, elgance and that little hint of love and admiration ;D Though the meaning is not as deep as the red rose, it is a step to it. Imagine it as the lower grade of the rose but just as awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;pink roses&lt;/span&gt; has deeper meaning than some roses. It also symbolises joy though not ordinary joy. Deep joy, joy that you cant really show it but its in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY3Ltm9SX9I/AAAAAAAAAbw/K4n1yeY2_tQ/s1600-h/Flower_-_White_Rose_for_You.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300116320897097682" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY3Ltm9SX9I/AAAAAAAAAbw/K4n1yeY2_tQ/s200/Flower_-_White_Rose_for_You.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now the &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;white rose&lt;/span&gt; is something else. It means Innocent and purity. Usually its used on weddings and its to show new beginnings. White rosebuds however means "too young too love". So its not all happy things about roses. Giving it to somebody means "You're divine" or "heavenly". Its like telling your partner she's an angel ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY7y-YLsVeI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KoIcXctfso8/s1600-h/rose_peach.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300440964918957538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY7y-YLsVeI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KoIcXctfso8/s200/rose_peach.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 133px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks orange, but its actually &lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;peach&lt;/span&gt;. Yeap, &lt;span style="color: #ff9966;"&gt;Peach Roses&lt;/span&gt;. It usually symbolizes thank you or appreaciation. Giving it to someone can mean "lets meet up later" too. So its a dating colour i suppose ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY3LtmAaw4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/N1xQUzCqc1k/s1600-h/4020%7EYellow-Rose-Posters.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300116320641794946" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY3LtmAaw4I/AAAAAAAAAb4/N1xQUzCqc1k/s200/4020%7EYellow-Rose-Posters.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="color: #ffff33;"&gt;yellow rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... My favourite colour and the meaning somehow suits me so ;D. It represents joy, happiness and warmth feelings. This rose however doesn't really represent love but it represents more to friendship. Giving it to someone would show that you care for her (sorry Carmen, my bad &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;). Conclusion? Flower of friendship rather than love. (But still it looks nice no?)       &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY7y-GqL63I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ol68ByVL4FU/s1600-h/Blue_Rose_400x300.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300440960215018354" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY7y-GqL63I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ol68ByVL4FU/s200/Blue_Rose_400x300.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you though you suddenly went colourblind because you saw a blue rose... well think again. It is a &lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;blue rose. The Blue Rose&lt;/span&gt; doesnt really exist. It does in fantasy. It symbolises mysterious or impossible because of that. So giving it to somebody kinda means "youre impossible to get". Kinda romantic in a way ;D&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/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY3LtPGFzAI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_vIi5qDWYDA/s1600-h/orangerose.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300116314491571202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY3LtPGFzAI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_vIi5qDWYDA/s200/orangerose.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Orange rose&lt;/span&gt;, though not my favourite colour, it is nice for the eye to behold anyways. The orange colour already says it all. Passion and enthuiasm ;D The meaning is a mix of the yellow and red rose so imagine your relationship as Yellow&amp;gt;Orange&amp;gt;Red. Ahh... love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, giving it to someone kinda means "lets take it to the next step". And also, it means congratulations for reason i know not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY7y9_tWqkI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Z6KgbcAvFjM/s1600-h/black_rose_by_maria.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300440958349257282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY7y9_tWqkI/AAAAAAAAAcI/Z6KgbcAvFjM/s200/black_rose_by_maria.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 168px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Rose.&lt;/span&gt; Well technically it doesn't really exist but it can does mean something. Black rose or dead rose means death or its over. Like "i wanna kill myself" so give somebody you like a black rose. Give it to your gonna-be-ex lover to show her your relationship is at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black rose&lt;/span&gt; doesnt mean its all bad. It also means "the start of something new" or rebirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY3LuCiSrfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xqeYu2UzHGI/s1600-h/PurpleRose.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300116328300064242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY3LuCiSrfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xqeYu2UzHGI/s200/PurpleRose.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 193px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;purple rose&lt;/span&gt; (&amp;gt;_&amp;gt;) i have to say, is kinda nice in my eyes. Guess it must be that rose charm it gives out @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the purple doesn't have much deep meaning as such of the others (minus yellow). It means enchantment or glory. It also means "love at first sight" so this rose actually fits the most on Valentine's Day. Mainly because the feeling is not permenant yet it is a lovely feeling non the less ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for today's lesson from Dr. Love and (not here) Nurse Sarcasm ;D&lt;br /&gt;Until next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-3012030607300677008?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/3012030607300677008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=3012030607300677008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3012030607300677008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3012030607300677008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/02/smells-like-love-owh-wait-thats-my.html' title='Smells Like Love.... Owh wait, thats my burnt toast!'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SY3LtdEVuiI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nIT5wiRfpVs/s72-c/red-rose-side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8248901938642072397</id><published>2009-02-04T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:03:06.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Things I Want To Be Able To Do Before 28</title><content type='html'>1. Whistle&lt;br /&gt;2. Play music by ear&lt;br /&gt;3. Do a backflip&lt;br /&gt;4. Do a frontflip&lt;br /&gt;5. Move my ears&lt;br /&gt;6. Raise my left eye brow without raising the right&lt;br /&gt;7. Breath in through the nose and out through the mouth at the same time&lt;br /&gt;8. Breath in through both holes at the same time&lt;br /&gt;9. To be optimistic through anytime, any obstacles&lt;br /&gt;10. Garden myself a beautiful garden&lt;br /&gt;11. Skate&lt;br /&gt;12. Bunjee jump without fear&lt;br /&gt;13. Wushu&lt;br /&gt;14. Shoot with a bow and arrow&lt;br /&gt;15. Decode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, that's all ;D&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird that way,&lt;br /&gt;it's fun being weird because its different ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8248901938642072397?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8248901938642072397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8248901938642072397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8248901938642072397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8248901938642072397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-want-to-be-able-to-do-before.html' title='Things I Want To Be Able To Do Before 28'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-4070976818805811008</id><published>2009-02-02T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:27:03.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><title type='text'>Who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SYcHDoMZqvI/AAAAAAAAAaA/aD--j2BYqtw/s1600-h/The+Triangle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SYcHDoMZqvI/AAAAAAAAAaA/aD--j2BYqtw/s320/The+Triangle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298211245535111922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a little game of memory!&lt;br /&gt;Who's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice cream to people who can tell me who's that D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-4070976818805811008?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/4070976818805811008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=4070976818805811008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4070976818805811008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4070976818805811008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/02/who.html' title='Who?'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SYcHDoMZqvI/AAAAAAAAAaA/aD--j2BYqtw/s72-c/The+Triangle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-6564145141928913911</id><published>2009-01-29T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:16:37.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>So Like.... Its New Year....</title><content type='html'>I remembered i went to a forum to look for some laughs&lt;br /&gt;and i found one... It was on new year so there was new year&lt;br /&gt;topics all over. One of them was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Its not new year all over the world yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Random dude&lt;/span&gt; : So its not new year all over the world yet? i heard&lt;br /&gt;                          Chinese New Year have not started yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well somthing like that, i didnt remember it exactly&lt;br /&gt;(hey! i'm no computer you know)&lt;br /&gt;Then i went apeshit and go facepalm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SYHDrXh32DI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/uRzv3p9FJWs/s1600-h/picard-no-facepalm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SYHDrXh32DI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/uRzv3p9FJWs/s200/picard-no-facepalm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296729786582292530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read on, the 2nd poster said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Random dude 2 : &lt;/span&gt;Yeah its not, I think it's next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to the next level of facepalm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SYHDrMstxzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JhzjuDqH8SY/s1600-h/facepalm2kx3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SYHDrMstxzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/JhzjuDqH8SY/s200/facepalm2kx3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296729783674980146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone in the topic went the same and start posting "wtf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways Happy Chinese "Niu" Year &lt;===== aww yeah at "Niu"&lt;br /&gt;You might not expect this but expect it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate CNY.... yay me. Sooooooo.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for them ang paus now :D &lt;=== yay KS for teaching me how to spell it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the cny i went Johor to visit my chinese family and went&lt;br /&gt;to Singapore right after. Singapore is so awesome for the malls.&lt;br /&gt;I bought more vinyl toys to kick of a collection of them :D&lt;br /&gt;Of course not forgetting some mecha kits.&lt;br /&gt;The craft shops there is also DE-VI-NE&lt;br /&gt;(i know i should've put de-vine since its only pronounced 2 times but it looked lame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaahaha, i feel like a geek now. Why the hell did i laughed to myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-6564145141928913911?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/6564145141928913911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=6564145141928913911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/6564145141928913911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/6564145141928913911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-like-its-new-year.html' title='So Like.... Its New Year....'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SYHDrXh32DI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/uRzv3p9FJWs/s72-c/picard-no-facepalm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-2029708178689108587</id><published>2009-01-21T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:34:42.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>SUPER GLUE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SXct4BGhF9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Rcjq1S1ZKzw/s1600-h/DSCN1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SXct4BGhF9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Rcjq1S1ZKzw/s320/DSCN1906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293750327389001682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SXct45K2maI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ds7JZWrY0XU/s1600-h/edit+lulz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SXct45K2maI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ds7JZWrY0XU/s320/edit+lulz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293750342439573922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SXct4UxIcYI/AAAAAAAAAZY/j6BSU9nnwWA/s1600-h/DSCN1909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SXct4UxIcYI/AAAAAAAAAZY/j6BSU9nnwWA/s320/DSCN1909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293750332668014978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good edits are bad because they look good.&lt;br /&gt;Bad edits are good because they're funny. Hooray paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, because of the superglue i accidently glued&lt;br /&gt;camera button. So now i cant take photos with my phone. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last photo i took before i accidently super glued it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SXct4FDPf9I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1cIjuMv9gVw/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SXct4FDPf9I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1cIjuMv9gVw/s320/DSC00103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293750328449007570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote which you would know it's from last year.&lt;br /&gt;Taken from somebody's house which i dont know if&lt;br /&gt;i can mention it or not &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its a girl house :p&lt;br /&gt;like always, i win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone knows, Obama is now the president.&lt;br /&gt;Awww yeah Obama! Rock On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SXcyUZ2k4jI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qxUp0HUpy6g/s1600-h/Obama-Rock-Star--31618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SXcyUZ2k4jI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qxUp0HUpy6g/s320/Obama-Rock-Star--31618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293755213115875890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best President EVER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-2029708178689108587?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/2029708178689108587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=2029708178689108587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2029708178689108587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2029708178689108587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-glue.html' title='SUPER GLUE!!!!'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SXct4BGhF9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Rcjq1S1ZKzw/s72-c/DSCN1906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-6563151743930260471</id><published>2009-01-16T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:16:03.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aliens'/><title type='text'>Why I Think Aliens Exist</title><content type='html'>i know its a weird thing to write about but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Why i think aliens exist. Yes, i honestly believe they exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In TVs, They always make the aliens like advanced and&lt;br /&gt;all woosh woosh, a whole lot of shooting and they have weird powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think that's really stupid. Wth. Just because we don't&lt;br /&gt;know about them does not mean that they're all superman and&lt;br /&gt;all wiggly, green, naked, bony, slimy, and have big black eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the universe is ever expanding and there's bound to be&lt;br /&gt;another planet that can hold lifeform right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna say we're the only one in the universe that is&lt;br /&gt;ever expanding and we're just like bacteria sized comparing to it all.&lt;br /&gt;We're just luckily living on one of the living planets.&lt;br /&gt;Why not another planet? Well if it was that other planet, they'd&lt;br /&gt;be asking the same thing. "Why this planet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they making alien to be super advanced is a whole lot of Bullshit&lt;br /&gt;with a capital B. How can they say the aliens is the advanced one?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are the advanced one. Maybe one of the planet is still&lt;br /&gt;developing. Maybe there's another copy of planet Earth. They're as&lt;br /&gt;advanced as we but of another lifeform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all that "i was abducted by an alien" is just a dream. I dreamt i&lt;br /&gt;was falling from the top of a building. It feels pretty real but I'm still living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UFOs? Maybe they're the aliens satelite that they sent a long time&lt;br /&gt;ago to see if there are another lifeform. Just like what we did. And we&lt;br /&gt;think its sort of space craft but its actually just a space exploration pod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pshaw. Well whatever. Summing it all up. Its just up to you guys to&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not. I had fun writing this. Aliens. There's like my name&lt;br /&gt;in it. Ali-ens. Owh and thank you for reading till this far. It feels&lt;br /&gt;like somesort of University testimonial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;=______=""""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-6563151743930260471?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/6563151743930260471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=6563151743930260471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/6563151743930260471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/6563151743930260471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-i-think-aliens-exist.html' title='Why I Think Aliens Exist'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8394344628981762974</id><published>2009-01-13T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:31:42.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><title type='text'>S*****</title><content type='html'>yay 50... though i'm not excited really?&lt;br /&gt;wth, its just the number 50?&lt;br /&gt;its not like over 9000!!!! (Twix to people who gets it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 2, i banned myself from a word. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda silly but yeah i banned myself from it.&lt;br /&gt;This year however, its coming back. I can guess why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna ban it again, so laugh if i suddenly go all girly&lt;br /&gt;and cover my mouth like a friggin idiot. Owh wait, Idiot&lt;br /&gt;is almost the same as stupid... so another banned word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what, my blogging is sucking more and more...&lt;br /&gt;i want how i used to blog.... random funny craps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8394344628981762974?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8394344628981762974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8394344628981762974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8394344628981762974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8394344628981762974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/01/s.html' title='S*****'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-2417805046790837994</id><published>2009-01-11T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:03:13.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not What It Seems'/><title type='text'>I Remembered</title><content type='html'>So i'm sick...&lt;br /&gt;meh its not all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;for one, i watched tv and i jsut learned te most awesome thing eva!&lt;br /&gt;(well for me that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys know that there are millions of alveouli (i forgot how you spell it already =.=)&lt;br /&gt;in the lungs right? well if you stretch it out and lay it on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;you can cover half a tennis court (commence, jaw drop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well theres more i learned but you guys should watch it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Body In Numbers, Discovery Channel. Its the only channel i watch &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone reminded me of Triangle man (its actually The Triangle)&lt;br /&gt;i looked for the mask in my room,&lt;br /&gt;its still there in the same spot untouched for months...&lt;br /&gt;wow how i missed wearing it to school with the white bandana...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-2417805046790837994?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/2417805046790837994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=2417805046790837994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2417805046790837994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2417805046790837994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-remembered.html' title='I Remembered'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-1261275737856136880</id><published>2009-01-07T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:13:57.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>No More</title><content type='html'>i cant stand it no more...&lt;br /&gt;its my way, or the high way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe the splited paths, but then thats just me&lt;br /&gt;following someone's way. Thats boring.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm breaking through the unseen path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush, i'm not suppose to be up right now, not anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-1261275737856136880?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/1261275737856136880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=1261275737856136880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1261275737856136880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1261275737856136880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-more.html' title='No More'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-7555335242567680079</id><published>2009-01-04T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T05:49:52.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>so yeah... school's tomorrow</title><content type='html'>i'm in this mood right now i cant really define,&lt;br /&gt;its all calm, not happy, not cool kinda mood.&lt;br /&gt;So i shall name it, the Alt+3232 mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ಠ_ಠ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks just like the simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda late but still, school's gonna end at 3.30.&lt;br /&gt;Yay i guess but now we cant use "theres no time!" homework excuse.&lt;br /&gt;daaaaaaaaaaaamn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly i cant really wait for school to start... so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;i like school... yeah...  SPM wont ruin it cause its just&lt;br /&gt;papers.... i'm human, the creators of papers.... so yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... its random time... so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;gender equality, yeah like everyone wants it.&lt;br /&gt;Girls wants to be treated like guys, but they dont wanna get hit...&lt;br /&gt;unfair. pshaw.&lt;br /&gt;we cant be treated like girls, cause we'll just get to be&lt;br /&gt;mrs.man... so yeah its unfair. pshaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm happy being a man.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i wouldnt mind trying to be a girl... so yeah...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7555335242567680079?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7555335242567680079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7555335242567680079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7555335242567680079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7555335242567680079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-yeah-schools-tomorrow.html' title='so yeah... school&apos;s tomorrow'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-5438288280962013624</id><published>2009-01-02T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:42:42.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>for the lulz</title><content type='html'>well its not funny actually,&lt;br /&gt;so serious face guys &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong smiley &gt;:I&lt;br /&gt;yeah better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://sgklstudentcouncil.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sgklstudentcouncil.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, the student council has a blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Citizen : Omg, they have a blog!!!1!!1Shift+1!!&lt;br /&gt;Random Girl : Yay! Its like Vendetta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, go there and give them hell so you can get heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent bath since last year.&lt;br /&gt;if i was in america!&lt;br /&gt;for the lulz (yeah i know, lame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-5438288280962013624?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/5438288280962013624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=5438288280962013624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5438288280962013624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5438288280962013624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-lulz.html' title='for the lulz'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-2916830514336299267</id><published>2008-12-31T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:33:59.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The New Year ;D</title><content type='html'>if you msn with me a lot, youd know how awesome my ;D is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SVu_7e49KCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8RBuKm0nB10/s1600-h/perfect+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SVu_7e49KCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8RBuKm0nB10/s320/perfect+smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286029616274548770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joy is in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;We are no born happy, we use happiness to avoid sadness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-2916830514336299267?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/2916830514336299267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=2916830514336299267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2916830514336299267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2916830514336299267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-d.html' title='The New Year ;D'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SVu_7e49KCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/8RBuKm0nB10/s72-c/perfect+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-7460612612990033116</id><published>2008-12-31T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:00:03.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>BOOM!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;2008 was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;2009 is gonna be a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;right on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7460612612990033116?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7460612612990033116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7460612612990033116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7460612612990033116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7460612612990033116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/12/boom.html' title='BOOM!!!!'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-2490040913048886138</id><published>2008-12-29T01:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:51:19.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><title type='text'>Resolution (yes, its different)</title><content type='html'>December, the climax of things, good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;Though honestly i never liked December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Christmas and the month that&lt;br /&gt;a lot of gatherings are made.... nothing else&lt;br /&gt;makes me liking December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always so saddening..... Crap. I'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;I cant help the people who is saddened because of&lt;br /&gt;the reaper.... for that i'm sad myself....&lt;br /&gt;bad memories are coming back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok to the main reason of this post!&lt;br /&gt;Tag, its all Jiyn's idea =3=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write your new year resolution&lt;br /&gt;2. There must be at least 4&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag at least one others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stand on a glass floor for 5 minutes or run on them for 30 sec&lt;br /&gt;(so? i'm scared standing on them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do more sports&lt;br /&gt;(pfft, i doubt it but i'll make them happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. swear less&lt;br /&gt;(well i did it last year, so now for a further upgrade!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. more traveling!&lt;br /&gt;(well, if i'm lucky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. improve my arts&lt;br /&gt;(shouldn't be too tough...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. know the difference between quite and quiet&lt;br /&gt;(I always spell the latter one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. play my guitar again&lt;br /&gt;(gotta find myself a good song first...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. stand up straight&lt;br /&gt;(hit me if i slouch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. study more&lt;br /&gt; (if you guys notice, its on no.6 cause i hate studying &gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag everyone there is to be tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Do this tag if you love me!&lt;br /&gt;(ugh, saying that makes me sick. Like... opening expired sardine cans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-2490040913048886138?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/2490040913048886138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=2490040913048886138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2490040913048886138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2490040913048886138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/12/resolution-yes-its-different.html' title='Resolution (yes, its different)'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-1166273887231682866</id><published>2008-12-27T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:29:02.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Under The Scarlet Sun</title><content type='html'>under the scarlet sun,&lt;br /&gt;it shines and burns,&lt;br /&gt;it burns with happiness,&lt;br /&gt;it burns diligently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the black part of the heart,&lt;br /&gt;blocking that scarlet sun,&lt;br /&gt;knowing not to accept,&lt;br /&gt;but to throw and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have it  not understand?&lt;br /&gt;it is pain.&lt;br /&gt;what is there to ask?&lt;br /&gt;that is pain.&lt;br /&gt;can it bleach the black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helping the downed heart,&lt;br /&gt;but forgetting the mirrored self.&lt;br /&gt;owh how the world turns and leaves none...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-1166273887231682866?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/1166273887231682866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=1166273887231682866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1166273887231682866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1166273887231682866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/12/under-scarlet-sun.html' title='Under The Scarlet Sun'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-6695360307441732980</id><published>2008-12-26T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:56:26.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>hmmhmm&lt;br /&gt;i know everyone knows what are these.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm pretty sure most dont do them &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask you guys make one... NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why but i find making resolutions are fun.&lt;br /&gt;Jiyn says&lt;br /&gt;"It's always nice to aim for something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmhmm. I totally agree to that.&lt;br /&gt;so... make one!!!! do them, its like a self upgrade thing. @_@&lt;br /&gt;Ask your friend to bitch slap you if you break your resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;Pain is the best medicine. lololololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;I got 10 in mind. i'll add more when i thought of more.&lt;br /&gt;yohohohoho. It can be silly really so i recommend you&lt;br /&gt;guys make one yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-6695360307441732980?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/6695360307441732980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=6695360307441732980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/6695360307441732980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/6695360307441732980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/12/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-3729473156260806259</id><published>2008-12-24T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:45:10.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Its Called Privacy....</title><content type='html'>Story? Short one, no intentions what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;I know i've been writing them...&lt;br /&gt;a lot of them. Holy crap i cant believe it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh shut up.... Just shut up no more.... Damn this is unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;Nononono. What the hell has happen? A good friends of mine,&lt;br /&gt;like a quiet nut that suddenly burst out an awesome goodness.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good change.... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet she was, now? The girl that has all the goods. Gossip, rumors,&lt;br /&gt;urban legends? Ask her. She knows it all. But thats the problem really.&lt;br /&gt;We're such good friends when she was quiet. Well we still are actually.&lt;br /&gt;We shared secrets, a LOT of secrets. I trusted her truly and she does&lt;br /&gt;too.... But now? Aiaiai.... I just dont feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little talks together, she'll tell them to everyone. Even the smallest&lt;br /&gt;like that i have a cat. I'm okay with that.... but not ones that i told and&lt;br /&gt;trusted her with all my heart. She has no bad intentions i know, but it&lt;br /&gt;is called privacy with a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started to share the things that i only tell her. Eventually even the&lt;br /&gt;crush i had on know that i had a crush on her. I need to change her. Not back&lt;br /&gt;to the quiet girl, but for a better change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop there for now.&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-3729473156260806259?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/3729473156260806259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=3729473156260806259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3729473156260806259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3729473156260806259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-called-privacy.html' title='Its Called Privacy....'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-826794643464686554</id><published>2008-12-17T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:32:25.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Free Land!</title><content type='html'>*audience claps*&lt;br /&gt;hey folks how are you doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 12th, i went to bangkok which is in thailand.&lt;br /&gt;notice the title? alrighty, its time to use that unused&lt;br /&gt;brain of yours for simple maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai = Free&lt;br /&gt;Land = well... Land&lt;br /&gt;Thus,&lt;br /&gt;Thai+Land = Thailand = Free Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you didnt know that huh?&lt;br /&gt;well if you do just shut up and let me sound smart for once.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Bangkok is quite nice.... well for shopping&lt;br /&gt;I honestly never knew it was so advanced. I mean, yeah i knew&lt;br /&gt;it was advanced but not THAT advanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the trip is right after Carmen's and during prom.&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt go prom, meh doesnt matter. Next year would be a lot better&lt;br /&gt;and as others says, more proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the plane was due to Bangkok at 6.00am so we got there at 5.00am&lt;br /&gt;and i got up at 4.00am... not bad huh&lt;br /&gt;it's a 2 hours trip from LCCT and i didnt even notice time flew really.&lt;br /&gt;I was there listening to music then BAM! the attendance crew ask me stop my music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airport.... well nothing to say about it since its not that attractive &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing we do when we got there is get our room and straight to shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUuot1wLIUI/AAAAAAAAAXo/-wJTFs14gkU/s1600-h/DSC04061.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281500493498753346" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUuot1wLIUI/AAAAAAAAAXo/-wJTFs14gkU/s320/DSC04061.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cousins + Siblings, our hotel was right beside the train which is quiet&lt;br /&gt;convenient.... Or so we thought. You better off in the taxi if youre&lt;br /&gt;in a big group (mine was 9) cause it wouldve been cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;Getting around Bangkok isnt that hard since their public transport&lt;br /&gt;is quiet excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok doesnt have much to offer in terms of culture and tradition and&lt;br /&gt;the shops are mostly for the ladies (clothes, shoes, bags, blablabla)&lt;br /&gt;The gundams there are owh my god &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like double the price of ours in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;but you guys dont care do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh the people there is quiet friendly, they greet you like anytime everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;So thats a plus too i guess. I honestly didnt know that the Siamese looks like&lt;br /&gt;chinese....  i thought they had more of a malay or indon look but i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;They mostly look like Chinese. I couldve been fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUuouq9dNCI/AAAAAAAAAX4/flWX0Pi8kd8/s1600-h/DSC04070.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281500507781542946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUuouq9dNCI/AAAAAAAAAX4/flWX0Pi8kd8/s320/DSC04070.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A performance i saw at the mall "Siam Paragon".&lt;br /&gt;Cant really see them? Wear glasses &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yohohoho, the violist is quite attractive.&lt;br /&gt;And yes Steve, i'm pretty sure this one never had sex change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUuovElVd-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/5KMDclXDnGw/s1600-h/DSC04080.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281500514659694562" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUuovElVd-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/5KMDclXDnGw/s320/DSC04080.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went on a boat trip which honestly wasnt&lt;br /&gt;very interesting.... but great sights of the locals though.&lt;br /&gt;The village is of course, on water similarly to what we have&lt;br /&gt;here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, I almost forgot. They have one.... err... ethnic(?)&lt;br /&gt;that I find quiet interesting. The day you were born is important.&lt;br /&gt;Each day has a their own color ... I'll list them out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday -&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - &lt;span style="color: #ffff33;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; (^^)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - &lt;span style="color: #ff6666;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - &lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt; (@_@)&lt;br /&gt;Friday - &lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday -&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt; Purple&lt;/span&gt; (&amp;gt;_&amp;gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put it on their car plates, write their name on them, etc.etc cause&lt;br /&gt;they believe if they dont, misfortunes would happen. So you can see&lt;br /&gt;dudes wearing &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; if their birthday is on the Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Mine is &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;....  i like &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;... but i like &lt;span style="color: #ffff33;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; more T-T&lt;br /&gt;ahh well.... YAY COLOURS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh we went to Chatuchak. Its like a market that is full of stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;Mostly tee's though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUuovMendPI/AAAAAAAAAYI/NtFZGnGxwRs/s1600-h/DSC04098.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281500516778996978" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUuovMendPI/AAAAAAAAAYI/NtFZGnGxwRs/s320/DSC04098.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaa~~ see what i bought there, weird stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;my cousin laughed at it though cause it looks like cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;_&amp;gt; thanks a lot but i love it none the less.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad i lost my Japan =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUusBvEU4mI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FCVDJxaEc-A/s1600-h/DSC04112.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281504133836497506" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUusBvEU4mI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FCVDJxaEc-A/s320/DSC04112.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, you can also see random elephants on the street of Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day, we went to the floating market, the thing that makes&lt;br /&gt;Thailand special to the world. It's not in Bangkok however. But,&lt;br /&gt;there was one in Bangkok around 30 years ago. It's no more now.&lt;br /&gt;So If you guys wanna see the Floating Market, you have to take a taxi&lt;br /&gt;there, its a 2 hours drive from Bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUusB0Bgo3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/GILmH6P5kxg/s1600-h/DSC04120.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281504135166862194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUusB0Bgo3I/AAAAAAAAAYo/GILmH6P5kxg/s320/DSC04120.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arr, we're gonna raid the street marker. I mean market"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUusCPPjwlI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VojtpqB9Vl0/s1600-h/DSC04134.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281504142473544274" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUusCPPjwlI/AAAAAAAAAYw/VojtpqB9Vl0/s320/DSC04134.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... nice view really... but no tech stuffs =3=&lt;br /&gt;pfft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then i left and reached home around.... 9 or 8...&lt;br /&gt;yeah it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope youd enjoy Bangkok too&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-826794643464686554?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/826794643464686554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=826794643464686554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/826794643464686554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/826794643464686554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/12/free-land.html' title='Free Land!'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SUuot1wLIUI/AAAAAAAAAXo/-wJTFs14gkU/s72-c/DSC04061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8967523510056751369</id><published>2008-12-16T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:13:37.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>*Cross*</title><content type='html'>cross what?&lt;br /&gt;owh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;cross on the dates of someone's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Yay *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;its 11th for Cass's&lt;br /&gt;and 12th for Carmen's&lt;br /&gt;owh lol got 3 c's this month.&lt;br /&gt;figure out the last one yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Carmen held a dinner to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;hers which is on 11th. That's before prom and&lt;br /&gt;before the date i went to Bangkok. So i didnt&lt;br /&gt;get to hang around till the last minute...&lt;br /&gt;ahh well. Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was.... rowdy i guess.&lt;br /&gt;lots of talks here and there,&lt;br /&gt;laughters around tsk but i cant say&lt;br /&gt;it lasted long, tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.... thank you J.X.....&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8967523510056751369?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8967523510056751369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8967523510056751369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8967523510056751369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8967523510056751369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/12/cross.html' title='*Cross*'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-7152927288969809990</id><published>2008-12-14T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:40:42.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self discovery'/><title type='text'>A Journey Of Self Discovery</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to say but...&lt;br /&gt;yeah more wall of text.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry guys but i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;Would update about other stuffs soon. Yes i got&lt;br /&gt;stuffs to update on. *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a journey....&lt;br /&gt;I have traveled more than the greatest explorer.&lt;br /&gt;I traveled to the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The bottomless heart.... an abyss.&lt;br /&gt;Well... at least that what i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can know others really easily....&lt;br /&gt;You can talk, give opinion, get opinion or even hear little&lt;br /&gt;bits and pieces of rumors....&lt;br /&gt;But.... what about talking about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;How can you know yourself?&lt;br /&gt;How do you know yourself?&lt;br /&gt;How do you answer them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blinded that i never saw that the answers&lt;br /&gt;was right before me. Who I am.&lt;br /&gt;The answers was in my heart, not from the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they know about me other than what&lt;br /&gt;they saw, hear, or acted. None.&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is being yourself really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Owh, just be yourself"&lt;br /&gt;How is myself?&lt;br /&gt;They can tell.... but you wonder some more...&lt;br /&gt;What about the things that they don't tell?&lt;br /&gt;How do you proof it doesn't exist?&lt;br /&gt;Who can answer it other than yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth.... You can say you're finding it.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe you're running from it.&lt;br /&gt;How do you tell that you're not running from it?&lt;br /&gt;The truth from your own heart hurts a lot more than&lt;br /&gt;what others can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library... that's where books with words of wisdom collects.&lt;br /&gt;My heart.... is a library.&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking through it finding through every book&lt;br /&gt;for the answer to truth. It's gotta be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;But how sure am I?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the truth has been calling me from afar and I just&lt;br /&gt;told them to shut up and go as I'm looking for the truth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well...&lt;br /&gt;Whats done is done.&lt;br /&gt;That journey is no more.&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of sadness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;of course, through all that i found happiness and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Maybe, just maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Those sadness makes the happiness more true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7152927288969809990?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7152927288969809990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7152927288969809990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7152927288969809990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7152927288969809990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/12/journey-of-self-discovery.html' title='A Journey Of Self Discovery'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-3449946005170347950</id><published>2008-12-10T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:24:42.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>This Is Getting Me Nowhere</title><content type='html'>ok another story..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long ago.... in a deep, dark scary forest....&lt;br /&gt;ok you know what, screw this shit.&lt;br /&gt;i hate thrillers, they suck &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've not blog for so long and i've not&lt;br /&gt;blog a lot of events.... i just don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get the feel back... soon &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, i bought my text books at school already, so if youre there,&lt;br /&gt;look on the table for a drawing of a cat. Say hi to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Bangkok on 12th, sorry Shaun no prom =/&lt;br /&gt;and Twilight is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;God. No. Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Why vampires? whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-3449946005170347950?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/3449946005170347950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=3449946005170347950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3449946005170347950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3449946005170347950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-getting-me-nowhere.html' title='This Is Getting Me Nowhere'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-3476018575204210959</id><published>2008-11-30T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:28:45.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>This Blog Need Pics &gt;_&gt;</title><content type='html'>you know what?&lt;br /&gt;after browsing my own blog i just realized something.&lt;br /&gt;I made a damn a lot of post with only words and no pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WALL OF TEXT!!!11!1!Shift+1!!1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth?!??!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning to some.... essay loving super book worm nerd D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to put pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;any pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;a pic that is badass!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/STK9Fkl0xLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7SxhOpeedpk/s1600-h/Awww+Yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/STK9Fkl0xLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7SxhOpeedpk/s320/Awww+Yeah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274486017023591602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWWWWW YEAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike Noir!&lt;br /&gt;damn now i feel all geeky now &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better think of something new and fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should seriously learn this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.terminally-incoherent.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/facepalm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.terminally-incoherent.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/facepalm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITS EDUCATION OF THE 21ST CENTURY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY MOTHER!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-3476018575204210959?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/3476018575204210959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=3476018575204210959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3476018575204210959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3476018575204210959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-blog-need-pics.html' title='This Blog Need Pics &gt;_&gt;'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/STK9Fkl0xLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/7SxhOpeedpk/s72-c/Awww+Yeah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-2635636128174517288</id><published>2008-11-27T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:45:26.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>Unlike The River</title><content type='html'>yeah another one i just thought up...&lt;br /&gt;another what? another story.&lt;br /&gt;yaharharhahr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donno, it feels wrong if i dont update my blog&lt;br /&gt;(though i know not many people reads it &gt;_&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;well whatever. i just like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do remember this is purely fictional.&lt;br /&gt;especially you huamin &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, lets get it rolling~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday, 17 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good morning. brushed my teeth and bath. I was excited of the day which strangely i usually dont. I got a new job. A job i longed and loved. A comic artist.... assistant comic artist to be exact. though its a rough start, its still a start. Went there by train since the place is near the train station. There.... i saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there waiting for the train... alone. Nobody else was there but then the loneliness was broken by somebody.....a woman. Of an angelic figure in my eyes, one descended from the heavens. I thought that she must be blessed by the god. Though she might not be as beautiful as a few i know... to me, she was perfect. A real angel. My heart was pounding fast though i have this strong feeling this beautiful woman had a beautiful soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there, quietly... somehow without realizing it, i stare at her. When she give a glance to me, i looked away. I was scared.... i was shy.... i didnt know what to do. For a solid 10 minutes, I didnt do anything except sit and kept quiet. And when the train came.... i went in leaving her behind. I was saddened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, 18 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready. Ready to confront her... but how? As i sat and thought through breakfast, i thought of it.... paper. Paper aeroplanes. I didnt have enough confidence to havea mouth to mouth conversation. I packed some and went to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, she came again. At the same spot she sat and again... alone. On a piece of paper, i wrote to ask that can we get to know each other. I folded it into a paper aeroplane and threw it at her. It flies under the guidance of nature's wind and fall right on her lap. I sat quietly and waited for her response. Was that good? What will she respond? What will she think of me? All those thoughts flyed through my head and as my mind flew, a respond in the form of paper aeroplane came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, why not. I'm Melanie" and from there, spark a conversation through paper aeroplane. I learned a lot about her and as i expected... she has a beautiful soul. A gift from above i thought. And then the train came again, cutting our conversation and ended the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, 19 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I got up early and the first thing that came to my mind was her. I dressed exceptionally well and i waited at the train station earlier than usual. And suddenly i noticed not long after I waited. She threw a paper aeroplane. "giggles, why are you dressed like that today" and again our conversation continued on... like the river. It keeps connecting day after day. The unbreakable river... or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the train came. She threw me the last paper aeroplane.... And there encrypted a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;The end of time is near,&lt;br /&gt;Unspoken voices will be known,&lt;br /&gt;When the sun rises tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt understand it at first but there i sat and think.... End of time? Unspoken voices? Tomorrow?..... does that mean the the river shall be cutted off? Does that mean that Father Time has not given us another chance? I refuse to believe it and skipped work. When i thought about it... we never even spoke... not a word from the mouth..... and at the night i couldnt sleep. I kept thinking of the poem and as time goes by, sunrise came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, 20 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate breakfast and like went to the train station as like any other day. And I sat at the train station.... however... This time... i was alone... the sight of her never came to my eyes. Suddenly a woman came. A woman i not know who. She curiously came with a paper aeroplane. She saw and threw it at me... inside it wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I came a sat at the bench... i saw you. I thought you were my guardian angel, a descendent of heaven and i knew.... you might be the one. To catch me when i fall, to walk with me when i'm alone, to speak to me to break the darkness in me and to  be with me when darkness shrouds me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a feeling it was you but i wondered how do i start a conversation with you? I was shy and i always look away from your sight. But it all stopped when you threw that paper aeroplane to me. We talked..... well wrote actually to each other and we get to know each other well... But that all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;has come to an end....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to New Zealand and going to stay there for years i dont know how much. And... This would probably the last letter i can give to you. I dont have a phone, dont have an email or any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;of those fancy gizmos they use....  And so.... I guess this would be the end for us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to say...... I love you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Signed, Melanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i finished reading. Tears came out of my eyes. It was the end....&lt;br /&gt;I thought... no more... I have to go on..... But then i thought and acted quickly and chased after her friend. I wasnt too late. I ran and i stopped her friend and ask everything about her.....&lt;br /&gt;I now know everything.... but it all happen too fast. I just cant accept it but i know i have to move on. I dropped my contact to her friend just in case. And i waited and waited....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued later~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know, bummer right?&lt;br /&gt;or not &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll continue it one day... part 2! yeah&lt;br /&gt;damn, one day i'll turn this into a comic...&lt;br /&gt;yeah one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter Ali...&lt;br /&gt;signing out~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh if you guys are nice enough, drop a comment about it.&lt;br /&gt;You can say you hate it too. no seriously.&lt;br /&gt;yahrahahrhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-2635636128174517288?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/2635636128174517288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=2635636128174517288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2635636128174517288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2635636128174517288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/11/unlike-river.html' title='Unlike The River'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8660752753474798967</id><published>2008-11-25T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T06:26:31.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owh Noes!!! Wall Of Text!!!</title><content type='html'>tagged by ann~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time : 9:28 why the hell are they asking this for?&lt;br /&gt;Name : Ali Iskandar&lt;br /&gt;Sisters : 1&lt;br /&gt;Brothers : 3&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size : 10? is this to know whos bigfoot or something?&lt;br /&gt;Height : 180? i donno, never really cared&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live : Earth. Awesome place&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drinks : Coffee and Carbonated Drinks&lt;br /&gt;Favorite breakfast : Bread and Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane : yeap&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean : yeap.... is the kiddy pool counted?&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school : yeap, i try not to though&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair : yeap, theres always imaginary chair for me&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call : never. i rarely use the phone. i use them if somebody text or call me &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails : yeap, more like too lazy to delete them.&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like : small but messy, gonna clean it&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you : cups and calculator&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate : rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had...&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox : gotta have them&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat : rarely but yeah&lt;br /&gt;Stitches : yeap. dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose : nope. its too hard to be broken&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight : yeah. is that good?&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics : i guess... depends really&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with : hmm.... i donno?&lt;br /&gt;Leng lui? i rarely dance with people.&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile :  my brother&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at : rarely yell... cause my voice is always loud. yahrahahrahr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you...&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like : umm.... nope. so far.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss anyone : never&lt;br /&gt;Get sick : sick of you. kidding~&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex : never had one&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone : yea... sadly =/&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals : used to, a racoon doll. donno&lt;br /&gt;where it is right now though&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed : books and toys&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate : nobody really&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now : 9:45 whats the point of asking? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randoms :&lt;br /&gt;Q : Is there a person who is on your mind right now : yeap...&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you have any siblings : duh! i just answered you!&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you want children : who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you smile often : everyday, everytime, anywhere, anyone&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you like your hand-writing : love them but the teachers dont &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Are your toenails painted : nevaaaar&lt;br /&gt;Q : Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in : the one at shops&lt;br /&gt;Q : What colour shirt are you wearing : shirtless. no seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday : at ampang point with family&lt;br /&gt;Q: I can't wait to : get a lot of things of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Q: When did you cry last : i dont know.... try not to&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person: they call me so, so i guess yeah =/&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have any pets : cats.... 7 of them... does my brothers count?&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where is the person you have feelings for right now : i dont know.... having fun probably&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now? : haha nope~&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you sleep with the TV on? : never. i dont watch tv. i'm not your average teen. yaharhahrhar&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are you doing right now? : breathing&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever crawled through a window? : yeap. i should tell you the story one day&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you handle the truth? : i love it. especially when some tell me what they hate about me. i know, weird.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you closer to your mother or father? : i donno. both? mum's more casual though&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who was the last person you cried in front of? : no idea =/&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many people can you say you've really loved? : you mean crush? more than 1 &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you eat healthy? : yeap. only the main course though. yahraharharh&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?: i dont have an ex yet &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you? : no @_@&lt;br /&gt;Q: How often do you go to church?: i dont go to church. i'm muslim! lol&lt;br /&gt;Q: If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to? : depends... usually i keep them to myself sadly =[&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you loud or quiet most of the time?: i think loud?&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you confident?: verily&lt;br /&gt;Q: Favorite Quote: Dont Be Boring&lt;br /&gt;Q: Things I was doing 10 years ago.. : bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Things on my to-do list today.&lt;br /&gt;1. finish my gundams &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. finish my games&lt;br /&gt;3. get a few things of my chest ._.&lt;br /&gt;4. stop thinking.  ok that sounded stupid &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. clean the mess around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 5 snacks I enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;1. twix&lt;br /&gt;2. m&amp;amp;m&lt;br /&gt;3. fries&lt;br /&gt;4. cookies&lt;br /&gt;5. chocolates, any kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 5 things I would do if I were a billionaire.. (By Order)&lt;br /&gt;1. make houses and school for the poor&lt;br /&gt;2. build hospitals for the poor&lt;br /&gt;3. make malaysia better&lt;br /&gt;4. save them and take out 500+ for me to have fun on&lt;br /&gt;5. build my own house. it would be quiet small with basic needs inside. INDEPENDANT!!! (however the hell you spell it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 5 of my bad habits..&lt;br /&gt;1. Lazy to bath&lt;br /&gt;2. always at the comp&lt;br /&gt;3. sleeps late&lt;br /&gt;4. thinks too much&lt;br /&gt;5. really lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 5 places I have lived in..&lt;br /&gt;1. home&lt;br /&gt;2. home&lt;br /&gt;3. home&lt;br /&gt;4. home&lt;br /&gt;5. yeah you guessed it. home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 5 jobs I've had..&lt;br /&gt;1. student&lt;br /&gt;2. none&lt;br /&gt;3. none&lt;br /&gt;4. none&lt;br /&gt;5. none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 5 people I tag..&lt;br /&gt;no idea =/ i think everyone has done it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8660752753474798967?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8660752753474798967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8660752753474798967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8660752753474798967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8660752753474798967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/11/owh-noes-wall-of-text.html' title='Owh Noes!!! Wall Of Text!!!'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-6985105945287792441</id><published>2008-11-22T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:04:23.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THIMUN'/><title type='text'>THIMUN.... It's only one letter to TIMUN!</title><content type='html'>Ahh....&lt;br /&gt;THIMUN...&lt;br /&gt;i miss it already...&lt;br /&gt;nice place,&lt;br /&gt;nice people,&lt;br /&gt;nice stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;nice hot gi.... gundams! yeah thats it!&lt;br /&gt;definitely an unforgettable experience!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry kids, no picture this time.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know you can use the camera in the conference&lt;br /&gt;room till the last day. Yahahrhahrharharh.&lt;br /&gt;First day was of course.... boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day... boring but it was the perfect time to&lt;br /&gt;get to know a lot of people. I talked for a really long&lt;br /&gt;time... actually i talk through the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;There was so many that was working on the reso that&lt;br /&gt;i cant really do anything except chat with the others.&lt;br /&gt;I've met wonderful people.... well if theyre not&lt;br /&gt;wonderful they wont even be there in the first place right?&lt;br /&gt;My jaws felt like it could fall of when the whole thing finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day.... more lobbying.&lt;br /&gt;this time though, our reso was screwed so i didnt chat with&lt;br /&gt;the others but rather, discuss about the reso.&lt;br /&gt;But..... during the conference.... i got kinda bored...&lt;br /&gt;well not all of the conference, only the ones i didnt do research on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day..... It felt like the last day already. A friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;i just made (quiet cute. Hope she doesnt read this) left for NZ....&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;At night there was a party... with dancing. I guess this is how&lt;br /&gt;they dance at clubs. Jumping around &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day..... i cant really say much but we left on the 5th&lt;br /&gt;day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I donno why but i dont feel like blogging about THIMUN...&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause theres no picture so its less fun =/&lt;br /&gt;But... none the less, I love the experience... really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing some of them already... damn is this how it&lt;br /&gt;feels like to miss somebody?... not a very nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... maybe next time i'll get into detail... but not right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaahharhahrra.&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing HonYee's party right now =/&lt;br /&gt;too bad, that i cant go.&lt;br /&gt;No further comments &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reporter ali...&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-6985105945287792441?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/6985105945287792441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=6985105945287792441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/6985105945287792441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/6985105945287792441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/11/thimun-its-only-one-letter-to-timun.html' title='THIMUN.... It&apos;s only one letter to TIMUN!'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-7733200536602664735</id><published>2008-11-16T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:11:35.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>The Unsuspecting Hearts</title><content type='html'>Since theres not much to do during the school holidays&lt;br /&gt;(or at least, not yet) i'm gonna write a short story lah...&lt;br /&gt;Actually i should be doing research but you know me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cant stand reading through long words in the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Yaharharhar. So lets get the show on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark morning, it was raining slightly. I was packing my stuff so&lt;br /&gt;it can be kept in the basement as my room is getting full and old items&lt;br /&gt;was piling in my room. The whole time i was packing, images of the past&lt;br /&gt;flew through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished packing. The moments still flew by my head. "Damn,&lt;br /&gt;will this ever stop?" without realizing it, tears streamed down out&lt;br /&gt;of my eyes. I tried to stop it, but it keeps flowing like the never broken&lt;br /&gt;river. It keeps flowing. I remembered. The good times that i went&lt;br /&gt;through, the bad times i cried to. It all came in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There at the corner, i saw my phone. I wanted to call, but the&lt;br /&gt;question is, who? The question remains the same as time continue&lt;br /&gt;to march on. I wanted to call, but to whom do i feel most comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;My mind was set to a name. Somebody I care dearly. We were close,&lt;br /&gt;closely to lovers. But lovers, we are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was only a button click away but then stopped. I thought.&lt;br /&gt;She's beautiful, she's popular, she's smart, she's the best female&lt;br /&gt;student in the school. Why would she bother about me? I'm&lt;br /&gt;not good looking, I'm not very known, I'm not very smart and&lt;br /&gt;almost ranked bottom out of the whole form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a world of difference that i finally came to realize between&lt;br /&gt;us. She knows a lot more wonderful people, why stick to the lower&lt;br /&gt;ones? I threw my phone to the floor. Just a small toss that can barely&lt;br /&gt;kill an ant. I went to the corner and again. I cried in pain.&lt;br /&gt;As the moon started to appear. My tears stopped. My phone rang, It was&lt;br /&gt;her. I picked it up "What the hell do you want." I tried to&lt;br /&gt;act tough to hide my feelings. She said "Hey, wanna go hang out? meet&lt;br /&gt;me at our usual spot ok?" and she hanged. I barely had any chance to&lt;br /&gt;say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual spot.... It is at the top of the hill with a lone cherry tree. I ran&lt;br /&gt;there, the moon was bright and spirited, unlike my soul. I came earlier&lt;br /&gt;than i thought, i waited for a while with thoughts of her. I wondered why&lt;br /&gt;does she want from me? Hanging out at later night. My thoughts were&lt;br /&gt;shattered as i heard broken branches on the ground. "You there?".&lt;br /&gt;I knew in an instant that it was her. I looked back, she bought a&lt;br /&gt;basket of light food. Bread, milk, cookies. It was a small picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there, quietly. Eating the food while we're at it. The silence&lt;br /&gt;was broken as she suddenly sang a song. A song both she and I familiar&lt;br /&gt;with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I've been lonely for so long, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Trapped in the past, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I just can't seem to move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Just in case I ever need them again someday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; I've been setting aside time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; All I wanna do is find a way back into love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I can't make it through without a way back into love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Oooooh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I've been searching but I just don't see the signs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I know that it's out there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; I've been looking for someone to she'd some light, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; Not somebody just to get me through the night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; I could use some direction, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; And I'm open to your suggestions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; All I wanna do is find a way back into love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I can't make it through without a way back into love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; And if I open my heart again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; There are moments when I don't know if it's real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Or if anybody feels the way I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I need inspiration &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Not just another negotiation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; All I wanna do is find a way back into love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; I can't make it through without a way back into love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; And if I open my heart to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; I'm hoping you'll show me what to do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; And if you help me to start again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was suddenly full of music. At the end of the song,&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt help but continue on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly believe it&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the news today&lt;br /&gt;I had to come and get it straight from you&lt;br /&gt;They said you were leavin'&lt;br /&gt;Someone swept you heart away&lt;br /&gt;From the look upon your face I see it's true&lt;br /&gt;So tell me all about it, tell me 'bout the plans you're makin'&lt;br /&gt;Then tell me one thing more before I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how am I supposed to live without you&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've been lovin' you so long&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to live without you&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to carry on&lt;br /&gt;When all that I've been livin' for is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I ended it, tears flow out of my eyes. What are they&lt;br /&gt;for, I do not know. As i turned, in her eyes,there was tears&lt;br /&gt;as well. For what she does not know. As I came near her,&lt;br /&gt;she sang a line of the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how am I supposed to live without you&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've been lovin' you so long&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to live without you&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to carry on&lt;br /&gt;When all that I've been livin' for is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking, I sang out another song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I know I stand in line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Until you think you have the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;To spend an evening with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And if we go someplace to dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I know that there's a chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;You won't be leaving with me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And have a drink or two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And then I go and spoil it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;By saying something stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Like I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I can see it in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;That you despise the same old lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;You heard the night before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And though it's just a line to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;For me it's true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And never seemed so right before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I practice every day to find some clever  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;lines to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;To make the meaning come through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;But then I think I'll wait until the evening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;gets late  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And I'm alone with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The time is right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Your perfume fills my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The stars get red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And oh the night's so blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And then I go and spoil it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;By saying something stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Like I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the moon, under the star, we kissed as&lt;br /&gt;the heaven became our witness. Love was born. Time&lt;br /&gt;continue to move on. We slept under the heavens. Under&lt;br /&gt;the cherry tree that we made vow that our love shall last&lt;br /&gt;as long as god allow it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The End....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for reading it till the end.&lt;br /&gt;Really i mean it. I appreciate it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;whats hidden in the story?&lt;br /&gt;figure it out yourself &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whatcha think?&lt;br /&gt;nice?&lt;br /&gt;bad?&lt;br /&gt;you donno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh, i provided the song in my blog in case&lt;br /&gt;you wanna listen to it too.&lt;br /&gt;yaharharahr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh yeah, inspired by Enn (^^)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now,&lt;br /&gt;Reporter Ali&lt;br /&gt;signing out *salutes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7733200536602664735?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7733200536602664735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7733200536602664735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7733200536602664735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7733200536602664735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/11/locked-heart.html' title='The Unsuspecting Hearts'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-2705487462436209052</id><published>2008-11-13T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:15:44.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Poetic Me? What Has The World Come To?</title><content type='html'>yeah kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;I donno why but i feel like doing a poem right now.&lt;br /&gt;Comments are not needed.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if theyre good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know if theyre sad or happy thing.&lt;br /&gt;And certainly dont know if this'll help anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hands That Never Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind flew away,&lt;br /&gt;over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Without realizing it,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is now today.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... Father Of Time have moved the clock,&lt;br /&gt;Not allowing my soaring mind to return.&lt;br /&gt;Time goes around and around&lt;br /&gt;but when does it stop? It nevers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever come back?&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever be happy to be back?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, time. Going around and around&lt;br /&gt;but when does it stop? It nevers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can buy time just for a few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;Those few seconds shall be the seconds of unequal value.&lt;br /&gt;Such is time, to be there, to be believed, but cannot be seen.&lt;br /&gt;A hidden enemy, and a hidden ally.&lt;br /&gt;It continues to go around and around&lt;br /&gt;but when does it stop? It nevers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh memories. The only way to keep time.&lt;br /&gt;But being glass fragile, paper thin. Can it last?&lt;br /&gt;The force of time shall shatter it one day.&lt;br /&gt;But how, when and why. Nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;And time mercilessly go around and around&lt;br /&gt;but when does it stop? It nevers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the cruel fate of human being.&lt;br /&gt;To be blessed by god, to be taken away by the demon.&lt;br /&gt;The demon awaits us all at the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;But when is that? Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;as time goes around and around&lt;br /&gt;but when does it stop? It nevers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 days in a year,&lt;br /&gt;8765 hours in a year,&lt;br /&gt;525948 minutes in a year,&lt;br /&gt;But how many years are there in this world?&lt;br /&gt;To infinity as we all thought.&lt;br /&gt;Because time goes around and around&lt;br /&gt;but when does it stop? It nevers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my poem...&lt;br /&gt;As I type, when will i stop?&lt;br /&gt;That is determined by me because&lt;br /&gt;time does not care about me.&lt;br /&gt;As goes around and around&lt;br /&gt;but when does it stop? It nevers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter Ali,&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out&lt;br /&gt;*salutes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-2705487462436209052?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/2705487462436209052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=2705487462436209052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2705487462436209052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2705487462436209052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/11/poetic-me-what-has-world-come-to.html' title='Poetic Me? What Has The World Come To?'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-1267110247858515909</id><published>2008-11-09T07:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:33:55.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>Saturday, When Nights Are Young and Tomorrow = Hate</title><content type='html'>ahh... yes Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;So many things, never was there time.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, theres only one me =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, i was suppose to have about... what?&lt;br /&gt;4 plans for the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy's, Muimui's, Open Day and Concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clashes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muimui's&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; VS &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nancy's&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VS &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously man, why cant you guys do&lt;br /&gt;on beautiful Sunday? =_="&lt;br /&gt;ahh well....&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, i didnt go to Muimui's and Nancy's =/&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i dont have transport for Muimui's and i kinda promised&lt;br /&gt;to help open day. I'll tell you something. The Open Day was so quiet...&lt;br /&gt;Dickson and Yusri said its their first time coming there through all&lt;br /&gt;the years theyve been at the school. &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant go Nancy's cause i had concert, so told her i cant come.&lt;br /&gt;Then, its not compulsory for me to go to the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Like.... a BIG =_=" to this. 1... 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;=_="""""""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... feel kinda lazy cause its like a 2 thing post.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;_&amp;gt; i know, not a very good blogger i am &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to open day~~~&lt;br /&gt;at open day... yeah it was quiet,&lt;br /&gt;there were a lot of kids though. Like really a lot.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like a pedophile there. Kids coming around and play at the&lt;br /&gt;Chem booth. And they only assaign one guy to do it &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was somehow better than usual school days ones...&lt;br /&gt;I was there at the booth with Yusri and MouChuan.&lt;br /&gt;Olivia went running all over. Marcus and Ann in the hall,&lt;br /&gt;and Syaff was doing taekwondo..... Owh of course some prefects&lt;br /&gt;around doing their job.... but it was so quiet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg5FCl8t1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7KwTAnkeRQQ/s1600-h/DSC03360.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267022522967963474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg5FCl8t1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7KwTAnkeRQQ/s320/DSC03360.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the afternoon shift &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies for us pedophiles &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg5EnNNJPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sJON8RJAoic/s1600-h/DSC03357.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267022515616425202" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg5EnNNJPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sJON8RJAoic/s320/DSC03357.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only ladies there =3=&lt;br /&gt;Owh plus Ann =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Year End Concert.&lt;br /&gt;Took me a while to know whats it called...&lt;br /&gt;i kept refering it to "the Broadway thing" &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was from Ampang Park and i dont wanna be the&lt;br /&gt;typical Malaysia. (no offense.... wait, OFFENSE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Always starts or comes late... but i came late anyways...&lt;br /&gt;traffic... i know, same old lame excuse....&lt;br /&gt;But at 7.30, the concert didnt start yet..... typical =3=&lt;br /&gt;Reached there around...... 7.50 i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a few people hanging about... thought it didnt start yet then&lt;br /&gt;when the school hall was withing my view... i saw some moving&lt;br /&gt;gown with some not tall, not dark and not handsome dude moving about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i ran ran ran ran and i stopped at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;Then i noticed that its Michelle and Syaff, (took me a while to notice its Syaff)&lt;br /&gt;Owh then i stand there, catching my breath and Carmen called me.&lt;br /&gt;And then i saw Rebecca.... didnt think she'd wanna come.... She hate kids &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg5FXsw4rI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FsGOHG0Iuv8/s1600-h/DSC03367.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267022528633692850" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg5FXsw4rI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FsGOHG0Iuv8/s320/DSC03367.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Michelle.... finally you look hotter for once.&lt;br /&gt;Syaff looks smart and more.... urr... dashing.&lt;br /&gt;Must be the mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were quiet a few nice performance...&lt;br /&gt;Of course for good for kids. I never did this kind of thing&lt;br /&gt;when i was younger &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;.... ahh youth&lt;br /&gt;(damn, did i just sound old?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandandand&lt;br /&gt;Carmen's brother plays the saxophone.....&lt;br /&gt;mmm... saxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg_FgDQs8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fhSK9c7hh_8/s1600-h/DSC03401.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267029127945302978" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg_FgDQs8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/fhSK9c7hh_8/s320/DSC03401.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one, donno why. I just got the feeling&lt;br /&gt;from this dance.... hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the little kid on the left looks quiet&lt;br /&gt;hot... for a kid &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, this pedoness must be from the the open day &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know whats the bad part about the kid?&lt;br /&gt;supposedly shes Rebecca's cousin... yeah i know.&lt;br /&gt;What a world of difference &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;GWAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you miss the game times.&lt;br /&gt;So heres one for the moment being!&lt;br /&gt;Spot the Syaff and Mich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg_GoIQNbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Bq5Ro5JOvGE/s1600-h/DSC03408.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267029147293595058" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg_GoIQNbI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Bq5Ro5JOvGE/s320/DSC03408.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats rather easy isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well kids, its time for story time!&lt;br /&gt;After the concert...&lt;br /&gt;The (not) tall, (not) dark, (not) handsome guy,&lt;br /&gt;which is the phantom, swept the milady Michelle&lt;br /&gt;off her feet to give a runaway with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg_G0R_wVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/V0RBlzkqNc0/s1600-h/DSC03410.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267029150555685202" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg_G0R_wVI/AAAAAAAAAWg/V0RBlzkqNc0/s320/DSC03410.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, he just though....&lt;br /&gt;"Why stick to one, one you can have more?"&lt;br /&gt;Then he came back and took off his mask. Making&lt;br /&gt;his handsome level.... decrease.&lt;br /&gt;Run off to the stage with milady Michelle on his hands and&lt;br /&gt;swoop over and get more ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg_HL-vLGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/BeYSNbLS8LI/s1600-h/DSC03411.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267029156917357666" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg_HL-vLGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/BeYSNbLS8LI/s320/DSC03411.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aww yeah! being a pimp rulez! with a Z!"&lt;br /&gt;...... this is what we call womanizing kids.&lt;br /&gt;Dont do it. =3=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i wont lose =3=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg_HT-uHKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nlDlL3nSmqI/s1600-h/DSC03417.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267029159064771746" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg_HT-uHKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/nlDlL3nSmqI/s320/DSC03417.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except the guy on the far right &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no hubby (lol at the word hubby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRhAWUe2icI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bktD9nXxsoA/s1600-h/DSC03422.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267030516409207234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRhAWUe2icI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bktD9nXxsoA/s320/DSC03422.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies of the night. They camwhore awfully a lot...&lt;br /&gt;no, seriously. A lot. So many, my cam vibrated from&lt;br /&gt;focusing too much. lololololololololololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt matter. Went Old Town later for some coffee of course.&lt;br /&gt;There was my stupidity (yes, i'm self concious) in the way.&lt;br /&gt;Made Yang, Shaun and Benny and the ladies waited for a solid 25 minutes&lt;br /&gt;We stared at a rock and got entertained by it....&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is serious shit. I apologize for my stupidity....Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the old town.... yeah drink and chat like what&lt;br /&gt;they all do at cafes till the new day arrives. Went home with Shaun&lt;br /&gt;at..... 12 i think? yeah sounds right enough. I finally know that&lt;br /&gt;an awful lot of people live in Ampang....&lt;br /&gt;*thinks about possibilities of carpools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yeah, kinda forgot. Benny got some insane tastebuds.&lt;br /&gt;That is all&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well. Thats good i guess, until next time.&lt;br /&gt;See ya real soon!&lt;br /&gt;signing out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-1267110247858515909?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/1267110247858515909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=1267110247858515909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1267110247858515909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1267110247858515909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-when-nights-are-young-and.html' title='Saturday, When Nights Are Young and Tomorrow = Hate'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRg5FCl8t1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/7KwTAnkeRQQ/s72-c/DSC03360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-2101856909754190422</id><published>2008-11-04T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:35:49.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Thoughts Not Existed</title><content type='html'>Theres practically nothing to do at school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Its so boring~~~ *rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant they make after finals activities? *rolls*&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored, i'm just gonna post random pics that i donno&lt;br /&gt;when i took with random thought that suddenly pops out.&lt;br /&gt;Roll the camera boss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRB-I1aI7_I/AAAAAAAAATo/Rh3qPS_6obg/s1600-h/DSC02965.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264846654636879858" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRB-I1aI7_I/AAAAAAAAATo/Rh3qPS_6obg/s320/DSC02965.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it looks cool. I love physics honestly.&lt;br /&gt;It involves researches in space, time, dimension and&lt;br /&gt;whatever that is related to this world. Fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRB-JUtCJ8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/u-cBsWogvA4/s1600-h/DSC03219.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264846663037626306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRB-JUtCJ8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/u-cBsWogvA4/s320/DSC03219.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Kow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRB-JPntRgI/AAAAAAAAATw/GoE9TxvmkXI/s1600-h/DSC03003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264846661673108994" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRB-JPntRgI/AAAAAAAAATw/GoE9TxvmkXI/s320/DSC03003.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and The Cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy i admire for his curiousity,&lt;br /&gt;however the hell you spell it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRB-JjouosI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pNO3elVosxA/s1600-h/DSC03254.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264846667046101698" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRB-JjouosI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pNO3elVosxA/s320/DSC03254.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone actually took me seriously when&lt;br /&gt;i say bad things about them, hope not. The remarks&lt;br /&gt;are suppose to be really bad jokes =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we give good remarks, its not good too isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;We go all prasan or like put ourself down...&lt;br /&gt;Gah, how do i explain this *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRB-J67ezoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UfiyrNwbruc/s1600-h/DSC03238.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264846673298771586" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRB-J67ezoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UfiyrNwbruc/s320/DSC03238.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being emo is not that bad once in a while too.&lt;br /&gt;It makes us think more of the world sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCBm8et1HI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_UUdzx7W48c/s1600-h/DSC02908.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264850470466081906" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCBm8et1HI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_UUdzx7W48c/s320/DSC02908.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth can really be a slap in the face.&lt;br /&gt;But its the truth, why deny it? Its there and will&lt;br /&gt;stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCBnLUOMWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-6BU7wGSW-o/s1600-h/DSC02904.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264850474448597346" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCBnLUOMWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/-6BU7wGSW-o/s320/DSC02904.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you'll feel so restless knowing the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Like a soldier, surrounded by a million enemies.&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel loss, you'll feel like your hope is gone.&lt;br /&gt;But to me, no matter how painful it is,&lt;br /&gt;the truth can never feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCBnoXkC_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/5Bxy9yqN3Rg/s1600-h/DSC03274.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264850482247240690" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCBnoXkC_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/5Bxy9yqN3Rg/s320/DSC03274.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we all be lonely?&lt;br /&gt;theres so many people aroud&lt;br /&gt;Its like OVER 9000!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(cookies to people who gets it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCBn3p5hHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IpZ6sLBjGlc/s1600-h/DSC03305.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264850486350677106" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCBn3p5hHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IpZ6sLBjGlc/s320/DSC03305.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere, theres bound to be someone.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you go to a ghost town &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCCgmD5fOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1d2GSVbPahI/s1600-h/DSC02972.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264851460880432354" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCCgmD5fOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1d2GSVbPahI/s200/DSC02972.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCCgPh_QjI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JTGZ_AcpHkI/s1600-h/DSC02971.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264851454832624178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCCgPh_QjI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JTGZ_AcpHkI/s200/DSC02971.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cant know who we'll be friends be actually.&lt;br /&gt;We can choose them,  but we cant determine who will we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCFh6mU4_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WHd5LJuKKfg/s1600-h/DSC02994.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264854782108296178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCFh6mU4_I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WHd5LJuKKfg/s320/DSC02994.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonono, no peeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCDIKUjdvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rxUGy9yCJl4/s1600-h/DSC02973.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264852140628866802" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCDIKUjdvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rxUGy9yCJl4/s320/DSC02973.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, we'll be together. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Its just the strings of fate and time.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, fate, destiny. How strange can this world be?&lt;br /&gt;Very strange, but also very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCDH5el8iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Mq7MQA_r0V4/s1600-h/DSC02990.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264852136107569698" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCDH5el8iI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Mq7MQA_r0V4/s320/DSC02990.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wheel of time keeps moving on.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps spinning, and spinning and spinning.&lt;br /&gt;Time is so precious. Everyone has it, thats why not&lt;br /&gt;many people appreciate it. Well thats what i think anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCEQfhDz-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/UItYOkuCMS8/s1600-h/DSC02991.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264853383269044194" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRCEQfhDz-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/UItYOkuCMS8/s400/DSC02991.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, no matter how hard you fall.&lt;br /&gt;When you need that boost to help get up.&lt;br /&gt;When you think hope is lost. Think again.&lt;br /&gt;Look around. For those who love will be loved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So asked the ones that you love, to ask their&lt;br /&gt;love back to get you on your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Love is a burning thing&lt;br /&gt;and it makes a firery ring&lt;br /&gt;bound by wild desire&lt;br /&gt;I fell in to a ring of fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in to a burning ring of fire&lt;br /&gt;I went down,down,down&lt;br /&gt;and the flames went higher.&lt;br /&gt;And it burns,burns,burns&lt;br /&gt;the ring of fire&lt;br /&gt;the ring of fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny Cash ~ Ring Of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-2101856909754190422?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/2101856909754190422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=2101856909754190422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2101856909754190422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/2101856909754190422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts-not-existed.html' title='Thoughts Not Existed'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SRB-I1aI7_I/AAAAAAAAATo/Rh3qPS_6obg/s72-c/DSC02965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8115009562214845790</id><published>2008-11-01T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:03:50.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Muimui's Birthday</title><content type='html'>yay! more birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;Today is Muimui's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;they go celebrate it on 11am but i wasnt there&lt;br /&gt;at the time... i reached there at like.... 4pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a class that i dont wanna miss. Carmen called me&lt;br /&gt;during it. Asked me to buy a cake which is quite hard&lt;br /&gt;for me cause i never bought a cake for anyone =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, theres a first for everyone. Lesse... bought&lt;br /&gt;the cake at BreadTalk in pav... small cake for RM45.&lt;br /&gt;Had a little heart attack at first but i guess its normal&lt;br /&gt;for everyone else =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up, rushed a bit and wala. The Red Box&lt;br /&gt;(yay karaoke!) Went in, Carmen was waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the cake but doesnt matter. And they readied the&lt;br /&gt;cake for some surprise. *lift the cake* crashes in. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQyW3o_-C8I/AAAAAAAAATI/O2ipK4mmKdg/s1600-h/DSC03163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQyW3o_-C8I/AAAAAAAAATI/O2ipK4mmKdg/s320/DSC03163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263747947131964354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl with that one little candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one still karaokeing is like Farris, Aiza, Bee, Carmen,&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, and of course the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQyW3wD6oXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/UHl032P9WaQ/s1600-h/DSC03167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQyW3wD6oXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/UHl032P9WaQ/s320/DSC03167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263747949027565938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee keeps swaying back and forth. looks so blur~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the thing didnt last for long so i didnt get to play that&lt;br /&gt;much D=&lt;br /&gt;owh well theres always next time i assume.&lt;br /&gt;Later we walk around. Muimui go first then&lt;br /&gt;Farris, Aiza and Mel.... so Carmen, Bee and I walk around&lt;br /&gt;and chat chat chat chat chat... then Carmen left... and there&lt;br /&gt;was 2..... So we went down to get some snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate chicken we did. and somemore eat and chat and laughs all around.&lt;br /&gt;I waited with Bee to keep her company waiting for whoever&lt;br /&gt;whos gonna pick her up... till... 7.30 i think =/&lt;br /&gt;And i had a little lift in the car to the LRT station.&lt;br /&gt;harhahrharharhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQyW4ffgM8I/AAAAAAAAATY/nD2yVKow-j8/s1600-h/DSC03173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQyW4ffgM8I/AAAAAAAAATY/nD2yVKow-j8/s320/DSC03173.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263747961759740866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQyW45hO6tI/AAAAAAAAATg/3WR7LcpAqEQ/s1600-h/DSC03178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQyW45hO6tI/AAAAAAAAATg/3WR7LcpAqEQ/s320/DSC03178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263747968746318546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed how nice the night was today...&lt;br /&gt;Guess muimui was lucky to have a birthday at such a beautiful night.&lt;br /&gt;A lonely moon and a lonely star. How romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Well how the story to put together is up to each of your&lt;br /&gt;own imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time~&lt;br /&gt;signing out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8115009562214845790?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8115009562214845790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8115009562214845790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8115009562214845790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8115009562214845790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/11/muimuis-birthday.html' title='Muimui&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQyW3o_-C8I/AAAAAAAAATI/O2ipK4mmKdg/s72-c/DSC03163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8265149737666699411</id><published>2008-10-31T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:49:04.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><title type='text'>An Open House Yet Again</title><content type='html'>yes, i'm gonna blog more of my friends at the other side.&lt;br /&gt;(no, not heaven you dunce)&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, i posted 3  post in 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;So browse through my old post incase you missed any.&lt;br /&gt;Or just skip them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, Thursday, when i'm supposed to stay back.&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt. Ann was having the bball tourney...&lt;br /&gt;Heard it was bad, kinda felt sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;But lets not talk about sad things ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Thursday, got an sms from the guy&lt;br /&gt;i introduced earlier, got an sms from him that&lt;br /&gt;a my so called "sis" got an open house.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, 2.30 at her house.&lt;br /&gt;I can just bike there luckily. Havent biked for sometime&lt;br /&gt;actually. And i packed my camera, ipod, phone and wallet&lt;br /&gt;(actually its a purse, but used by me. a guy but who gives a damn?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cycled cycled cycled.... surprisingly i got there when&lt;br /&gt;"can i have this dance" finished. Thought it would be longer.&lt;br /&gt;And there...  it was so quite... i came quite late... or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;and then, Farah (sis) came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in... place is packed with girls (again) and not much guys.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my guys lah. So i sat there, chat and drink till more came.&lt;br /&gt;And!.... we sat there somemore and chat and drink again.&lt;br /&gt;Again, only one guy came, the same guy. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;So its more pimping action i guess. MUAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got bored after then we camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;Ok Carmen i know what youre thinking. But my camwhore is&lt;br /&gt;group type! D=&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, pics.&lt;br /&gt;The best part of any blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsgstq-P7I/AAAAAAAAASI/-9EJb4ReKe0/s1600-h/DSC03138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsgstq-P7I/AAAAAAAAASI/-9EJb4ReKe0/s320/DSC03138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263336542058725298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house, really small but homely.&lt;br /&gt;Its about... lesse... 10 cm more of my height?&lt;br /&gt;No seriously. Its kampung, what'd you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsjOoyNwyI/AAAAAAAAASw/h4Us2DsLB-4/s1600-h/DSC03148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsjOoyNwyI/AAAAAAAAASw/h4Us2DsLB-4/s320/DSC03148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263339323885732642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this long mirror... suddenly my hands lift up.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why did i do that. And people&lt;br /&gt;around me got up and posed. ahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsjPLuHhjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ep2aP_puj6I/s1600-h/DSC03149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsjPLuHhjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ep2aP_puj6I/s320/DSC03149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263339333263787570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, we start off with indoor photography...&lt;br /&gt;but, got outside cause its more fun outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsgt8JoxVI/AAAAAAAAASY/-rj2oh5aLp8/s1600-h/DSC03152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsgt8JoxVI/AAAAAAAAASY/-rj2oh5aLp8/s320/DSC03152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263336563125306706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsguUwR5WI/AAAAAAAAASg/VRyCJjKaPWk/s1600-h/DSC03154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsguUwR5WI/AAAAAAAAASg/VRyCJjKaPWk/s320/DSC03154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263336569729836386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i copied the expression from somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot where... doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsgu1EAdpI/AAAAAAAAASo/sBGNRK4NvAc/s1600-h/DSC03156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsgu1EAdpI/AAAAAAAAASo/sBGNRK4NvAc/s320/DSC03156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263336578402514578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, i realized the battery dried out pretty&lt;br /&gt;fast... Then i noticed that the girls took quite a lot of photos&lt;br /&gt;for their moral... owh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsjPXkOCQI/AAAAAAAAATA/JJk0o_AOnEE/s1600-h/DSC03162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsjPXkOCQI/AAAAAAAAATA/JJk0o_AOnEE/s320/DSC03162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263339336443496706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chick of today,&lt;br /&gt;When i was walking with her, you wont believe what&lt;br /&gt;happen... A lot of guy thing easier said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn i hate them so much, i also notice that some&lt;br /&gt;motorcyclist that go by us stares at us (her actually) as long as they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel kinda bad for girls to have go something like this.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving them a can of whoop-ass action that&lt;br /&gt;can make them kiss the moon back to thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously pissed! In the end, i followed her and waited for a while&lt;br /&gt;till she get into a taxi. You know why lah.... dont tell her about this.&lt;br /&gt;Not like she can find my blog huh? harharharhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Will upload more pics later, cant find the wire to my phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But if you dont care, then dont come back *rustles rustles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8265149737666699411?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8265149737666699411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8265149737666699411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8265149737666699411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8265149737666699411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/10/open-house-yet-again.html' title='An Open House Yet Again'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQsgstq-P7I/AAAAAAAAASI/-9EJb4ReKe0/s72-c/DSC03138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-3207848944680978422</id><published>2008-10-31T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:37:24.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged ~ Muimui 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Post these rules before you give your facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. List 8 random facts about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. At the end of your post, choose 8 people to tag and list their names, linking to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. Leave a comment on their blog and letting them know that they're tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1) Likes yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2) a guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3) likes to go out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4) walks, carpools and public transport as much as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5) likes to talk about things not relevant to anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6) likes to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7) sings a lot lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8) loves GUNDAM!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tag?... urm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so many people to tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i tag everyone on my list of links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;except the one that has done this =d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7231185978498681094-3207848944680978422?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/3207848944680978422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=3207848944680978422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3207848944680978422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3207848944680978422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-muimui-2.html' title='Tagged ~ Muimui 2'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-7215329349122729672</id><published>2008-10-31T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:55:36.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged ~ Ann, Its Over</title><content type='html'>Dear Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; I don't really know how to tell you this, but You're a loser. I think I realized it when When your dwarf bit me In your closet and I saw you Sit on My John F. Kennedy-statue . I'm sure you're Senile enough to understand How awful I've felt. I'm returning Your love letters to you, but I'll keep Your photo as a memory. You should also know that I Told in my confession today about Our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pain,&lt;br /&gt;-Ali-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was fun. I tag whoever wanna do it. Wanted to make a prank out of it but i just cant pull it off like Ann =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your Journal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it when ___2______3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___12___,&lt;br /&gt;-Your name-&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal&lt;br /&gt;X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7215329349122729672?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7215329349122729672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7215329349122729672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7215329349122729672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7215329349122729672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-ann-its-over.html' title='Tagged ~ Ann, Its Over'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-5146946118773295439</id><published>2008-10-30T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:30:43.105-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>Eat In The Glory</title><content type='html'>yes, we eat eat eat *dances*&lt;br /&gt;its for... uhh.... those appreciating thingymajiggy.&lt;br /&gt;They have a feast. Yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, i felt like the Reporter Ali again.&lt;br /&gt;Cause, i became Carmen! no i didnt become a girl&lt;br /&gt;lah you knockknock, i became the camera man there.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, serious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thought i was holding Carmen's camera... well thats&lt;br /&gt;understandable isnt it. Same colour, same camera.&lt;br /&gt;How did i got chosen?&lt;br /&gt;well... was walking down the stairs, in front of the hall,&lt;br /&gt;was about to get in then Madam Teh asked&lt;br /&gt;"who the fuck has a fucking camera?! SPARTA!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;.... ok she didnt say that lah, but wouldve been awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I had one, so i told her. Then she asked to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Not so hard to figure out huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in i go, take photos. Since its not only friends inside, i took&lt;br /&gt;every single one of them.... well... almost....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, pics time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQnULNPf7YI/AAAAAAAAARY/kMFNF2ETp5o/s1600-h/DSC02932.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262970928557452674" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQnULNPf7YI/AAAAAAAAARY/kMFNF2ETp5o/s320/DSC02932.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ladies of the day. Nice ending. harharhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQnULePGpCI/AAAAAAAAARg/5-ZndnUCXmQ/s1600-h/DSC02934.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262970933119198242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQnULePGpCI/AAAAAAAAARg/5-ZndnUCXmQ/s320/DSC02934.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look real closely, Dickson is waving&lt;br /&gt;and Michelle is posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQnULl4OoVI/AAAAAAAAARo/f-dHqtwAq3Y/s1600-h/DSC02938.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262970935170736466" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQnULl4OoVI/AAAAAAAAARo/f-dHqtwAq3Y/s320/DSC02938.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaff stopped his DS just for a nice quick pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQnUL05uDqI/AAAAAAAAARw/Z9BDQNFcHLE/s1600-h/DSC02939.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262970939203522210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQnUL05uDqI/AAAAAAAAARw/Z9BDQNFcHLE/s320/DSC02939.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we have... Eh? wtf?&lt;br /&gt;Syaff why the hell are you there?&lt;br /&gt;You too Mich!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQnUMiLsKlI/AAAAAAAAAR4/TUwPXAzZe7c/s1600-h/DSC02950.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262970951358491218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQnUMiLsKlI/AAAAAAAAAR4/TUwPXAzZe7c/s320/DSC02950.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Choral Speaking cheering thingy.&lt;br /&gt;I looked like a drunkard bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQnWdSjzNhI/AAAAAAAAASA/enKfihlM7zc/s1600-h/DSC02951.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262973438245680658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQnWdSjzNhI/AAAAAAAAASA/enKfihlM7zc/s320/DSC02951.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot my hand!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty damn obvious huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats for this time events&lt;br /&gt;Until then!&lt;br /&gt;Reporter Ali&lt;br /&gt;signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-5146946118773295439?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/5146946118773295439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=5146946118773295439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5146946118773295439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5146946118773295439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/10/eat-in-glory.html' title='Eat In The Glory'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQnULNPf7YI/AAAAAAAAARY/kMFNF2ETp5o/s72-c/DSC02932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-3946366899573148022</id><published>2008-10-29T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T05:25:03.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Tricks</title><content type='html'>What am i thinking?&lt;br /&gt;What am i doing here?&lt;br /&gt;What am i suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused,&lt;br /&gt;in this world,&lt;br /&gt;that revolves around things,&lt;br /&gt;things thats unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the necessary things?&lt;br /&gt;Happiness? Friends? Trust? Love?&lt;br /&gt;Where does those things rake up?&lt;br /&gt;Will it be gone in this cruel world?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, probably i am.&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel happiness in me.&lt;br /&gt;But whats this feeling?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, i dont think i'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An emotion, i just never understand...&lt;br /&gt;Is this hate? jelousy? dissapointment?&lt;br /&gt;betrayal? regret? heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, i doubt i'll ever know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i suppose to think?&lt;br /&gt;Give me an answer.&lt;br /&gt;But an answer does not come so easily.&lt;br /&gt;It comes with a great price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm... at a lost again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-3946366899573148022?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/3946366899573148022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=3946366899573148022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3946366899573148022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3946366899573148022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/10/mind-tricks.html' title='Mind Tricks'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-4263559516522414326</id><published>2008-10-28T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:44:31.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Skating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hang outs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school holiday'/><title type='text'>"I Hate You" -Kyean</title><content type='html'>ouch, that one hurts =_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, monday, when all the the indians (not being racist)&lt;br /&gt;go and celebrate their deepavali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 dude... went out of the house and went....&lt;br /&gt;PIMPING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;not really actually. Just went out with 5 girls and 2 guys.&lt;br /&gt;Its to celebrate Olivia's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Up in the morning, woke up around.... 9.00am i think.&lt;br /&gt;First thing first... bath.&lt;br /&gt;Went downstairs and helped mom to prepare for the open&lt;br /&gt;house she's having. So yeah i wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.00, went out to leisure mall which i never go before.&lt;br /&gt;The plan was&lt;br /&gt;Home &gt; Leisure Mall &gt; Sunway &gt; Eat &gt; Home&lt;br /&gt;doesnt sound so hard does it?&lt;br /&gt;well actual it is.... for me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it was hard enough to find transport to leisure mall.&lt;br /&gt;luckily Olivia was there to pick the girls up. So thats about half&lt;br /&gt;the trouble. Going back home was another one. Thought i'd car&lt;br /&gt;pool for the sake of nature and petrol... my did i sounded too nice? =3&lt;br /&gt;I kinda troubled Olivia for being there for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;Felt kinda bad though.... hmm... cant help it. I have no sense of&lt;br /&gt;directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok to Sunway on Olivia's car!&lt;br /&gt;At Sunway, first thing they did?....&lt;br /&gt;Toilet and i can already guess what for =_="&lt;br /&gt;Took like... 20 minutes. Yes, i counted.&lt;br /&gt;So i went around and being the nerd i am, went to popular.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks though. Went back to the toilet, sneaked peeked inside&lt;br /&gt;(dont tell the polices) and there they were waiting for HonYee&lt;br /&gt;infront of Machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HonYee came running being all sweaty... again.&lt;br /&gt;And of we go!... window shopping!&lt;br /&gt;walked in a shop i forgot the name, escapade and same makeup&lt;br /&gt;shop... M.A.C i think. I honestly think HonYee got bored but i was&lt;br /&gt;enjoying it. I know, weird. Didnt really to get to see the girls playing&lt;br /&gt;dressup though =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting at the line was Olivia, Rachel and MunYee and so the other&lt;br /&gt;did what they do best... cam whore. Had a group photo and&lt;br /&gt;some random guys wanted to take our photo...&lt;br /&gt;Guess i'm a dude magnet too (gay) =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating.... yeah nice experience but it kills the legs so bad.&lt;br /&gt;First time i ice skate... it kinda reminded me of rollerskating and&lt;br /&gt;skateboarding. So i went around alone at first and get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;It was nice but there was an awful lot of&lt;br /&gt;"owh shit, AHhhHHHaahHHaHH"&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly  i never fell at any of those moments. harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;MunYee went pimping. Yes she 3 timed! She's that good.&lt;br /&gt;So watch out guys. And we watched some guy riding this&lt;br /&gt;pimped out monster truck thing.... lasted for like 45 minutes i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around an hour later, Steven came. Yay. He ice skated&lt;br /&gt;and he was awfully good at it. God dammit it this is when i&lt;br /&gt;salute to him *salutes* Owh and there was some little kids that&lt;br /&gt;was also good so salut to him too....&lt;br /&gt;But i'm too lazy to raise my hand to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when thats all over, we went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly a drag for the guys, sadly it wasnt for me.&lt;br /&gt;I hanged with Olivia, Rachel and Kyean.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, MunYee, Steve and HonYee went to some other&lt;br /&gt;shop god knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel looked through T's with those cute little lines. Like&lt;br /&gt;"i'm your last chance". that must be the worst one line ever.&lt;br /&gt;Kyean go through some dress.&lt;br /&gt;Olivia... god knows her taste, I didnt see her dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went more shopping.... Me and Rachel saw this weird.... thing.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like those one piece swimsuit.... Actually i think it is.&lt;br /&gt;It looks so..... weird. Its stuck into my head and yes thats not a&lt;br /&gt;good thing. Then i decided to use my camera... finally.&lt;br /&gt;I dont really like this substitute cam. It feels... weird.&lt;br /&gt;But i'll get to use the actual cam later at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just put the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQclKEwh98I/AAAAAAAAAQg/AXPY10bHhJo/s1600-h/DSCN1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQclKEwh98I/AAAAAAAAAQg/AXPY10bHhJo/s320/DSCN1843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262215544611928002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQclJWpYmkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/12KUWat08lE/s1600-h/DSCN1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQclJWpYmkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/12KUWat08lE/s320/DSCN1845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262215532233923138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQclJH_mFmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xs9bxlgjsDE/s1600-h/DSCN1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQclJH_mFmI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xs9bxlgjsDE/s320/DSCN1841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262215528300549730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQclIx0vnAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wa6gw9VFe40/s1600-h/DSCN1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQclIx0vnAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/wa6gw9VFe40/s320/DSCN1836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262215522349456386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel gave that little puppy eyes...&lt;br /&gt;cute i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh i can just feel those evil stares &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the car we go, Olivia, Rachel and I went in first.&lt;br /&gt;Road trip to Lake Club!!!! *woots*&lt;br /&gt;Owh i forgot to mention. Olivia got this... devil horn that she&lt;br /&gt;bought at toy"r"us. It makes me feel horny if you get my drift&lt;br /&gt;=E (ok, i know. lame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was sponsored by Oli's dad. Thanks uncle!&lt;br /&gt;Chinese food. Yes, we malay can eat chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;and i still dont give a damn about porks.&lt;br /&gt;There was an awful lot of food..&lt;br /&gt;8 courses to be exact. Its normal for the chinese, not to us malays.&lt;br /&gt;We usually have buffet type serving. harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;pics... well i think you know where&lt;br /&gt;you can look at =_=" (if youre that slow, its Kyean's blog lah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQcouA9YYKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/xiyLbGxWJA8/s1600-h/DSCN1850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQcouA9YYKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/xiyLbGxWJA8/s320/DSCN1850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262219460602257570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel saw me taking a photo and posed.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolute no idea what i ate other than its halal and no pork.&lt;br /&gt;So i ate and ate and ate, paused at the fish and vege.&lt;br /&gt;Then continue to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice, i should eat more chinese food. The whole time i felt&lt;br /&gt;like i was Michelle's little butler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Me (do'oh, i like yellow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*pats**points to tea*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*stands up**pours*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*pats* "ice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*stands up**puts ice**sits*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing repeated till the end of the dinner &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldve asked for salary or something.&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, then end and yeah the usual, group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQcouK9C1kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/0VvadG6PivU/s1600-h/DSCN1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQcouK9C1kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/0VvadG6PivU/s320/DSCN1852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262219463285200450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQcouVLNMKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bno36VEBKII/s1600-h/DSCN1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQcouVLNMKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bno36VEBKII/s320/DSCN1854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262219466028953762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this photo Looks so.... rawr...&lt;br /&gt;Did I just complimented Michelle?&lt;br /&gt;This must be the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so Michelle and Rachel followed me back home.&lt;br /&gt;Dad wanted them to eat satay. Thought they didnt want&lt;br /&gt;because might be too full or something but they wanted anyways.&lt;br /&gt;So off to my house to eat satay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked around my  house like jakuns.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah go ask them yourself. They went back at 11.30 i think.&lt;br /&gt;more photos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQcovOOJo6I/AAAAAAAAARA/TL9vbwKWhIE/s1600-h/DSC02889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQcovOOJo6I/AAAAAAAAARA/TL9vbwKWhIE/s320/DSC02889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262219481342124962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with my Skype mic....&lt;br /&gt;Yes its a karaoke mic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQcovqNCyeI/AAAAAAAAARI/BdWhwyIGMYo/s1600-h/DSC02897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQcovqNCyeI/AAAAAAAAARI/BdWhwyIGMYo/s320/DSC02897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262219488853674466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i never camwhore like this so i sucked at it.&lt;br /&gt;See Kyean, this is what i deserve &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQcuqxWM8kI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hpptVMmYKfE/s1600-h/DSC02899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQcuqxWM8kI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hpptVMmYKfE/s320/DSC02899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262226001941557826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoting my mom's painting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Won't you promise me &lt;/span&gt;(now won't you promise me, that you'll never forget)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We'll keep dancing&lt;/span&gt; (to keep dancing) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;wherever we go next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It's like catching lightning the chances of finding someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And with every step together, we just keep on getting better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So can I have this dance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;(can I have this dance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Can I have this dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh god, that song is stuck in my head now.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle sang it throughout our road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Was fun while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;Until next post! tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter Ali!&lt;br /&gt;Signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-4263559516522414326?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/4263559516522414326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=4263559516522414326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4263559516522414326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4263559516522414326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-you-kyean.html' title='&quot;I Hate You&quot; -Kyean'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQclKEwh98I/AAAAAAAAAQg/AXPY10bHhJo/s72-c/DSCN1843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-5505644640927755841</id><published>2008-10-25T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:45:56.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><title type='text'>Hold Me Like You'll Never Let Me Go</title><content type='html'>twix to people who knows where did i took the line from.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah... appreciation day or whatever the hell they call its&lt;br /&gt;is expectedly boring *leansback*&lt;br /&gt;all i did was talk with Louise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, the main reason of today blog is about... well today&lt;br /&gt;is like my reunion with my old friends... something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;Which is weird. 1st weird thing is that i woke up early (8.00),&lt;br /&gt;2nd, nobody scolded me to wake up, 3rd i didnt rush for anything.&lt;br /&gt;Well thats for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon... well thats a bit rushing. harharahar.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt even bath till like.... 8.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DONT SMELL!!!!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incredibly bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 2 open house to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;after 4... went to the first house...&lt;br /&gt;first house.... full of girls + 1 guy.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i know, guys suck.&lt;br /&gt;(wtf, i just gave a bad comment about myself D=)&lt;br /&gt;I chatted and chatted and chatted for so long..&lt;br /&gt;i havent even called them for so long either.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i'm just that bad.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i missed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laugh, and eat for like... 3 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt even realize time flied through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQM74LRV0FI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7iH2yYbkSWk/s1600-h/Sengal0l%21028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQM74LRV0FI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7iH2yYbkSWk/s320/Sengal0l%21028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261114625983107154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess theyre my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;I know, all girls.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pimp lord afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQM74NlA4yI/AAAAAAAAAQA/u8hduplr6Fk/s1600-h/Sengal0l%21032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQM74NlA4yI/AAAAAAAAAQA/u8hduplr6Fk/s320/Sengal0l%21032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261114626602492706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one. Far left is supposedly my big sis and the one&lt;br /&gt;beside her is my lil sis. The guy beside me is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;He likes to make awkward comments that actually makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;The colourful building on the right is my old school btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the last pic was when i got back home...&lt;br /&gt;Theyre having another one at night but i didnt go.&lt;br /&gt;Should take care of my bros and sis.&lt;br /&gt;harharhar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow we get teh feeling its my final goodbye....&lt;br /&gt;i donnno... i hope its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats all&lt;br /&gt;Reporter Ali,&lt;br /&gt;*signing out*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-5505644640927755841?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/5505644640927755841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=5505644640927755841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5505644640927755841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5505644640927755841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/10/hold-me-like-youll-never-let-me-go.html' title='Hold Me Like You&apos;ll Never Let Me Go'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SQM74LRV0FI/AAAAAAAAAP4/7iH2yYbkSWk/s72-c/Sengal0l%21028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-7014818352923182689</id><published>2008-10-22T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:35:47.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Its Much Too Much &gt;_&gt;</title><content type='html'>uhuh.... screw the people who dont know what rolling is!&lt;br /&gt;this is rolling lah you...you...you...&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The modern waffle has its origins in the wafers – very light thin crisp cakes, baked between &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waffle_iron" title="Waffle iron"&gt;wafer-irons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; – of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Middle_Ages" title="Middle Ages"&gt;Middle Ages&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;sup id="cite_ref-OED_6-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waffle#cite_note-OED-6" title=""&gt;[7]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Wafer irons consisted of two metal plates connected by a hinge, with each plate connected to an arm with a wooden handle. The iron was placed over a fire, and flipped to cook both sides of the wafer. These irons were used to produce a variety of different flat, unleavened cakes (usually from a mixture of barley and oats, not the white flour used today).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In 14th century England, wafers were sold by street vendors called &lt;i&gt;waferers&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-7" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waffle#cite_note-7" title=""&gt;[8]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; The modern waffle is a leavened form of wafer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Wafer" and "waffle" share common etymological roots. &lt;i&gt;Wafre&lt;/i&gt; (wafer) occurs in Middle English by 1377, adopted from Middle Low German &lt;i&gt;wâfel&lt;/i&gt;, with change of &lt;i&gt;l&lt;/i&gt; into &lt;i&gt;r&lt;/i&gt;. Modern Dutch &lt;i&gt;wafel&lt;/i&gt;, French &lt;i&gt;gaufre&lt;/i&gt;, and German &lt;i&gt;Waffel&lt;/i&gt;, all meaning "waffle", share the same origin. The Dutch form, &lt;i&gt;wafel&lt;/i&gt;, was adopted into modern American English as &lt;i&gt;waffle&lt;/i&gt;, in the 18th century.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-OED_6-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waffle#cite_note-OED-6" title=""&gt;[7]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-8" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waffle#cite_note-8" title=""&gt;[9]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; you guys are total *censored* if you thought that was about rolling&lt;br /&gt;this is rolling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.birthdayinabox.com/BIABviewLarger/RollingPin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 167px;" src="http://images.birthdayinabox.com/BIABviewLarger/RollingPin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know why but theres suddenly a goddamn a lot&lt;br /&gt;of birthday this month +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i have anything against them mind you, i love them.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, youre born on that day right?&lt;br /&gt;thats like... the first time you get your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, anyways... after Olivia's, theres Mich Lim and Jacqueline.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, i gave each of them handcrafted stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;almost killed me since Mich Lim and Jakuelyene's is next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;God i slept at 3.... wait thats pretty normal actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, Mich got a little beforeparty (haha, lame) which i didnt come D=&lt;br /&gt;i want to but damn theres so many stuffs to do on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;andandandandadn they had games and i dont give a damn&lt;br /&gt;about the pork there. I DONT GIVE A DAMN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda surprise the stuffs i presents i gave was cute...&lt;br /&gt;i mean i've been drawing uncute cute stuffs but when i made it&lt;br /&gt;out its cute. Its so hard to understand this cute thing D=&lt;br /&gt;They must have bulky eyes, little body or none at all. Big ears&lt;br /&gt;helps and cute penguin walks somehow helps. Why the hell am i&lt;br /&gt;telling you this? D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So missed Mich's but they had a surprise attack on Tuesday at break.&lt;br /&gt;No pics cause no cam. Same goes for Jaquelene. Wednesday, no cam,&lt;br /&gt;no nothing. Just some cake fight =3=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part for both of these days is that we had source party!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna try 1.6 though. Sounds fun even though theyre basically the same.&lt;br /&gt;i selfproclaim myself "famaster". lololololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badnews? because its suppose to be good news. Appreciation day. Theyre so&lt;br /&gt;boring and all we do is talk talk talk get scolded talk talk talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies to people who notice that i spell Jacquelyenes name differently.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee for Muimui though.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;God damn i feel like i'm writing a novel here =_="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7014818352923182689?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7014818352923182689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7014818352923182689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7014818352923182689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7014818352923182689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-much-too-much.html' title='Its Much Too Much &gt;_&gt;'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-6496552174284901047</id><published>2008-10-17T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:22:44.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school holiday'/><title type='text'>And... Its A Home Run!!!</title><content type='html'>finals are over~&lt;br /&gt;finally no more studying (not like i actually did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more seeing friends "eh, whats the answer..."&lt;br /&gt;no more seeing kah seng suddenly sleeping&lt;br /&gt;no more seeing carmen sleeping at the end&lt;br /&gt;no more zhao suddenly stares blankly&lt;br /&gt;no more rachel suddenly look around and ask answers&lt;br /&gt;no more "i want the power of the cube!"&lt;br /&gt;no more scary stares from Rebecca.... wait i think&lt;br /&gt;thats about all the time... &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;arent i observent.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...  i'd blog about stuffs lah&lt;br /&gt;i'm dont really like to sit in front of my com anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My new speakers sucks&lt;/span&gt; i cant change back to the old ones...&lt;br /&gt;no more loud shooting in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;no more those little... you know...&lt;br /&gt;no more late night music.&lt;br /&gt;no more watching at standup comedies&lt;br /&gt;no more gundam videos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn it! I'm 16 and i need privacy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... lesse... last time i blog was about memories...&lt;br /&gt;so that would be a week ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on to this week&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... something speacial...&lt;br /&gt;Owh yeah one i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olivia's birthday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;presents.. hmm... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have much so i decided to make one of those&lt;br /&gt;dolls and put it in a sweet pack.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i know, at the time i shouldve studied instead of making&lt;br /&gt;little dolls as a birthday gift...&lt;br /&gt;But i cant help it. I prefer giving people handmade stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i post the pic?... nah...&lt;br /&gt;should be Olivia exclusive i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... hmm.. today (i mean yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;went to Megamall...&lt;br /&gt;Didnt know i was gonna go there actually.&lt;br /&gt;Planned for some karaoke and bowling but cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;Then planned for some cs action which i dont wanna miss...&lt;br /&gt;But i missed it... GODDAMMIT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted to it now and i self proclaim myself "famaster"&lt;br /&gt;if you get what i mean &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a wall of text this  time... i feel like rolling&lt;br /&gt;(no seriously)&lt;br /&gt;*rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls*&lt;br /&gt;*rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls*&lt;br /&gt;*rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls**rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel like going karaoke/bowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Syaff and Benny!&lt;br /&gt;i'd plan it sometime.... plan it a LOT earlier...&lt;br /&gt;i learned my lesson last time.&lt;br /&gt;But my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;schedule seems a bit more... tight&lt;/span&gt; now...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i just think its tight.&lt;br /&gt;planning an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;open house&lt;/span&gt; also like last year...&lt;br /&gt;home made BBQ, video games, snacks, unhealthy drinks,&lt;br /&gt;lots of gossiping, hot guys and girls....&lt;br /&gt;but i donno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;gimme your opinion people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha, i've been&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bolding text like trying to do rumusan or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no if you excuse me.... *builds gundam*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-6496552174284901047?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/6496552174284901047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=6496552174284901047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/6496552174284901047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/6496552174284901047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-its-home-run.html' title='And... Its A Home Run!!!'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-4519875927882675584</id><published>2008-10-11T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T10:20:32.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Memories... All Alone In The Moonlight...</title><content type='html'>Cookies to people who guessed where i got the line from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... you might think this blog post is gonna sound boring&lt;br /&gt;or sissy or girly or whatever it is in your mind...&lt;br /&gt;But to me.... its a really important thing in my life...&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna catogorize this as an emo post.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont know if its an emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with me looking through the old pictures all over.&lt;br /&gt;House, phone, cds and the pc....&lt;br /&gt;And i remembered all those time...&lt;br /&gt;I wondered "wow, did all that just went through my life?"&lt;br /&gt;it seems... so close....&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like it was just yesterday.... But days had passed...&lt;br /&gt;god i love the invention of cameras.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with me looking at the old photos (why am i repeating this?)&lt;br /&gt;then the next day, English exam... one of the essay title was&lt;br /&gt;Memories....&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly remembered everything...&lt;br /&gt;But i didnt wanna do it, but kept it specially for the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, i did the greatest challenge in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I did about me, being the greatest warrior, fought a dragon&lt;br /&gt;and saved the village. Thats roughly the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;Right.... sometimes... when you look into a picture,&lt;br /&gt;you'll cry. You'll smile. You'll remember, the good times&lt;br /&gt;and the bad.... Memories are made out of the good and&lt;br /&gt;bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll sometimes wish that you could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;and relieve it once more. You'll sometimes wish&lt;br /&gt;you could turn back time to fix it just once.&lt;br /&gt;Just to relive all those time that passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIKa-hAZFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ort6Ep-j_Xw/s1600-h/DSCN1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIKa-hAZFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ort6Ep-j_Xw/s320/DSCN1211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275173669102674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIKbKYVFKI/AAAAAAAAANY/B3tseTZjIcY/s1600-h/YEAH%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIKbKYVFKI/AAAAAAAAANY/B3tseTZjIcY/s320/YEAH%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256275176853935266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd wish i knew them better.&lt;br /&gt;I'd wish we'd be there together.&lt;br /&gt;I'd wish to see them all once more.&lt;br /&gt;But alas, those wish can never be granted.&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is no such thing as pure good or pure evil.&lt;br /&gt;so theres bound to be hate here and there...&lt;br /&gt;but i'll never forget the good times we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left, with the bullet train...&lt;br /&gt;No goodbyes were ever gave out...&lt;br /&gt;I left without a trace...&lt;br /&gt;They never knew...&lt;br /&gt;That was good to me...&lt;br /&gt;But i dont know...&lt;br /&gt;I shoud've left them with something...&lt;br /&gt;But all i left is my heart and memories to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the 1st till 4th moon cycle...&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda quiet. i honestly dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;i think this is the feeling of miss. i never understand it.&lt;br /&gt;i never felt it. i never knew why. it kept me quiet&lt;br /&gt;for 4 cycle of the moon, being the stranger in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wondered why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when did i open the closed door?&lt;br /&gt;when did i open the wind?&lt;br /&gt;when did i release it all?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPITo7I2wJI/AAAAAAAAANg/7P87ZVbLpnY/s1600-h/Dickson%21+Group+Photo%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPITo7I2wJI/AAAAAAAAANg/7P87ZVbLpnY/s320/Dickson%21+Group+Photo%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256285308885319826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the readers... out there reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPITpBB-UUI/AAAAAAAAANo/jYcBi6xCs0M/s1600-h/posers....JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPITpBB-UUI/AAAAAAAAANo/jYcBi6xCs0M/s320/posers....JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256285310467068226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPITpu38vfI/AAAAAAAAANw/ABeOSqIyOC4/s1600-h/250420085587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPITpu38vfI/AAAAAAAAANw/ABeOSqIyOC4/s320/250420085587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256285322773052914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered how'd you get to know each other?&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes do... strangely i never remembered how.&lt;br /&gt;Did it start with a little talk?&lt;br /&gt;Did it start with something i did?&lt;br /&gt;Did it start with something they did?&lt;br /&gt;Did it start out accidently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIdUMRvL0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/WE4hZOrfrMg/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIdUMRvL0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/WE4hZOrfrMg/s320/DSC00325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256295947825000258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIdVf6DXEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/hkGAWV70o_A/s1600-h/Choral+Speaking+WINNERS%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIdVf6DXEI/AAAAAAAAAOY/hkGAWV70o_A/s320/Choral+Speaking+WINNERS%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256295970274237506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIdUN7uEPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oCNok6g1NrY/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIdUN7uEPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oCNok6g1NrY/s320/DSC00165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256295948269523186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIi92lJkjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_UZ2SUfq7Lw/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIi92lJkjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_UZ2SUfq7Lw/s320/DSC00162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256302161113485874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIdUjluKdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BiLptZoa3V4/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIdUjluKdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/BiLptZoa3V4/s320/DSC00178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256295954082834898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIdVezZoDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vUItRxRixIg/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIdVezZoDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vUItRxRixIg/s320/DSC00305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256295969977901106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIi9ls2m-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/cRgO9e6VBHg/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIi9ls2m-I/AAAAAAAAAOg/cRgO9e6VBHg/s320/DSC00157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256302156582394850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;can i keep it all up?&lt;br /&gt;can i maintain this wonderful bond?&lt;br /&gt;can i maintain this fragile bond?&lt;br /&gt;can i make new bonds?&lt;br /&gt;can i fix this bond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIi9-lZbII/AAAAAAAAAOw/KWISe2ILKQI/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIi9-lZbII/AAAAAAAAAOw/KWISe2ILKQI/s320/DSC00300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256302163262008450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIi9x_nFTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/I-jAoqJNHbc/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIi9x_nFTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/I-jAoqJNHbc/s320/DSC00263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256302159882294578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPInLw-Y7WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3zNxWKU6lfs/s1600-h/IMG_9674+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPInLw-Y7WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/3zNxWKU6lfs/s320/IMG_9674+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256306798173416802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPInL1VlL9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/M4OzHlBEO9I/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPInL1VlL9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/M4OzHlBEO9I/s320/DSC00144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256306799344431058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my memories wont stop here.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;My life havent ended yet.&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me to live on.&lt;br /&gt;And I will.&lt;br /&gt;Memories will always be in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;It will always be scarred into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It shall pin to my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Every pain, every touch, every feel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scars deep into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPInLx1ykPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rBEXXPBo5kU/s1600-h/DSC00235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPInLx1ykPI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rBEXXPBo5kU/s320/DSC00235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256306798405783794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPInMPRxV_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/VXw67B5Ztmk/s1600-h/Kyean%21...+GREEDY%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPInMPRxV_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/VXw67B5Ztmk/s320/Kyean%21...+GREEDY%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256306806307772402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIsZHTsYkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/MYvQLPGn9z4/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIsZHTsYkI/AAAAAAAAAPo/MYvQLPGn9z4/s320/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256312525064790594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIsZTEjc4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/R1alTWVqCao/s1600-h/DSC01663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIsZTEjc4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/R1alTWVqCao/s320/DSC01663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256312528222516098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my mind might forget them.&lt;br /&gt;My skin, my heart, my hands and my eyes will&lt;br /&gt;ache to them. They played a role in my life but their&lt;br /&gt;role will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never break the bond.&lt;br /&gt;For this bond. I believe to be the most fragile.&lt;br /&gt;I believe the most beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People make it fragile.&lt;br /&gt;They remember the bad stuffs somebody did to them&lt;br /&gt;and start hating them.&lt;br /&gt;They forget the good times they had together.&lt;br /&gt;And the bond breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people tend to remember the things they&lt;br /&gt;made to others and expected something in return.&lt;br /&gt;They start hating them.&lt;br /&gt;And the bond breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can they break it so easily?&lt;br /&gt;Does their memory did nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the justice of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, this is just an opinion from an unknown individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i end this.&lt;br /&gt;For my memories are precious.&lt;br /&gt;My cameras are my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;What i see through them is what i see in life.&lt;br /&gt;The camera, is my record of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good, the bad, the ugly, the sad, the laughs....&lt;br /&gt;It all comes into one.&lt;br /&gt;Without the bad, there will be no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the very last lines,&lt;br /&gt;i stop my types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Ali, from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-4519875927882675584?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/4519875927882675584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=4519875927882675584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4519875927882675584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4519875927882675584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/10/memories-all-alone-in-moonlight.html' title='Memories... All Alone In The Moonlight...'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIKa-hAZFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ort6Ep-j_Xw/s72-c/DSCN1211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-7596287600289319964</id><published>2008-10-10T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:36:30.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Tagged ~ Muimui</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tagged By Muimui&lt;br /&gt;too lazy the font colour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the relationship of you and her/him ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Friends , but i wanna make it sounds cooler so.... Advanced friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards her/him ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Impressions?.... hmm.... 1st, a girl. 2nd, nice. 3rd, purple lover (&gt;_&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4th, like spicy stuff and last one is... uhh... i'll just put not boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most memorable things she/he have said to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Didi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. The most memorable things she/he had done for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lesse.... just hanging out i guess, thats memorable enough to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;5. If she/he became your lover, you will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i will  have some sexy time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. If she/he become your enemy, you will..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'd just make up with her.... wait, thats boring. I'd put yellow stuff all over her stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;7. If she/he become your lover, she/he has to improve on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One word. Botox.... nah just kidding. (no harsh feelins right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;8. If she/he become your enemy, the reason is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No idea. I dont have any reason to hate her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do on him/her is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No idea. Hanging out still sounds like the best idea, period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. The overall impression of him/her is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Easy, nice and friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;11. How do you think the people around you feel about you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No idea honestly. I'd hope its good though. Including good looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;=E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have fun while i still can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes, i'm too lazy or think too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. The most ideal person that you wanna be is ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmm.... No idea but not perfect thats for sure. Most probably is fun to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;15. For the people who care about you and likes you, say something about them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I like you too! Youre all hot people! (and i'm not gay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i suppose to tag back or something?...&lt;br /&gt;Owh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-7596287600289319964?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/7596287600289319964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=7596287600289319964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7596287600289319964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/7596287600289319964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-muimui.html' title='Tagged ~ Muimui'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-1079568179498665167</id><published>2008-10-08T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T07:17:44.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Sharkloaners Arr?</title><content type='html'>the title?&lt;br /&gt;read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a night, when i was out and napping till&lt;br /&gt;dinner. I finished and ran up to finish my art when i notice&lt;br /&gt;i got a text message from Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want buy Hanim a cake? 5 bucks"&lt;br /&gt;i was like, wtf?! sharkloaner arr?&lt;br /&gt;and i asked whats the cake for... you guessed&lt;br /&gt;it, her birthday. I thought like, omg i dont even know had&lt;br /&gt;one!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tomorrow, i agreed to pay but still wondered why the&lt;br /&gt;hell is it 5 bucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, not like i usually spend money for a cake.&lt;br /&gt;I looked around stuffs as a present, nothing much though.&lt;br /&gt;Just some Cloud 9s, Coffee Peanut Sweet, Cocoa Beans and the&lt;br /&gt;most delightful blue berry cookie i ever ate.... so far.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... good enough and i took a shiny sack to put it in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, she came and people greeted happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping they didnt (yet) cause gonna make a surprise later.&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, no plan is foolproof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time, When i was revising (yes, shockingly) Hanim walk past&lt;br /&gt;with her bag behind her packed neatly... She was in sadness... i can feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel asked and it was something... unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Saddened, i  though i'd gave her present tomorrow or something&lt;br /&gt;but everyone gave theirs already so i gave mine also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walk through the corridor, still not knowing about the cake.&lt;br /&gt;It was in class. Some tried they stop her, but they sucked.&lt;br /&gt;So i lied to her by telling she forgot something in class.&lt;br /&gt;(Its a lie but not really a lie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they all came out to say happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;She let out some tears... i didnt know if it really was tears of joy&lt;br /&gt;like she said... not sure....&lt;br /&gt;I planned for another interview but seeing the circumstances...&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do one...&lt;br /&gt;Owh well, HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANIM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godbless for the tragedy that happened...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-1079568179498665167?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/1079568179498665167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=1079568179498665167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1079568179498665167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/1079568179498665167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/10/sharkloaners-arr.html' title='Sharkloaners Arr?'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-5631202720619300108</id><published>2008-10-04T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T07:07:56.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raya'/><title type='text'>Safe Day Raya</title><content type='html'>translation title if you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways its RAYA!!!&lt;br /&gt;when we get cookies,&lt;br /&gt;money, and sizzling hot gi........ gundams!&lt;br /&gt;yeah gundams! *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the raya was nice and smooth,&lt;br /&gt;not the best raya, but certainly not the worst either.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... this year, we go back to Johor!&lt;br /&gt;man i love Johor, it got like a lot of stuffs there.&lt;br /&gt;I woudnt mind staying there even if its a bit hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, my family would take turn to go to&lt;br /&gt;which kampung first so this year is Johor's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;From.... lesse... Monday to Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that long.&lt;br /&gt;Missed Hanim's Open House and Raja's....&lt;br /&gt;sorry to both of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... lesse.... since monday and tuesday was still&lt;br /&gt;puasa month, we puasa like normal except we&lt;br /&gt;buka at 7.03 PM.&lt;br /&gt;yeah a bit earlier. If you wanna know, if you puasa at Atlantica,&lt;br /&gt;you only need to puasa for about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;GWAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i wear pelekat (man skirt to help you imagine) the&lt;br /&gt;trip. Monday and Tuesday had nothing special but wait till&lt;br /&gt;you get to Wednesday! thats raya time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh yeah, as in any year, i'd send raya sms's (dont know their address)&lt;br /&gt;on the last day of puasa. I purposely sent one to Dickson to see&lt;br /&gt;how he would react.... but no reaction sadly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite touched i would say for that some of my&lt;br /&gt;chinese friends actually sent a raya sms...&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing special really. Lots of talks&lt;br /&gt;i guess. Owh, and i finally learn how to make ketupats! =D&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted to try to make one and  its not as easy as&lt;br /&gt;you think nor it is as hard. GWAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIENUIjpSI/AAAAAAAAANI/FtnNKWVLCpI/s1600-h/DSC02758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIENUIjpSI/AAAAAAAAANI/FtnNKWVLCpI/s320/DSC02758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256268341884200226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word ADA?&lt;br /&gt;thats my nickname between all of my family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways on at the night we play with fire!&lt;br /&gt;not a good raya without some fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIBHDqvJEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/r0HitNgJu60/s1600-h/DSC02765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIBHDqvJEI/AAAAAAAAAMg/r0HitNgJu60/s320/DSC02765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256264935850058818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIBIgfkZcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/smbe0BXuyVA/s1600-h/DSC02772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIBIgfkZcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/smbe0BXuyVA/s320/DSC02772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256264960767714754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father side family. Theyre all good and smart&lt;br /&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you all know (or not know)&lt;br /&gt;the first thing we do before raya would be the sembahyang raya.&lt;br /&gt;Granted not long so its all ok i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIBJJzbP9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/OIS5Mw1Vkkc/s1600-h/DSC02793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIBJJzbP9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/OIS5Mw1Vkkc/s320/DSC02793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256264971856854994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIBJpgYUTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/uU70r9L8M1M/s1600-h/DSC02799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIBJpgYUTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/uU70r9L8M1M/s320/DSC02799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256264980366905650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the first time i show you a photo&lt;br /&gt;of my family... but i thoink most of you saw them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIBJ7dND5I/AAAAAAAAANA/Y_-Et4gkD9w/s1600-h/DSC02815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIBJ7dND5I/AAAAAAAAANA/Y_-Et4gkD9w/s320/DSC02815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256264985185423250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle is my grandma. She's a islam chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we do the forgiving&lt;br /&gt;stuffs as we all always do... of course duit raya on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite shocked, i got RM50 from my aunt or was it RM70?&lt;br /&gt;doesnt matter but i was shocked. I counted and the total was about...&lt;br /&gt;RM280 or something. Just from my families alone. If youre shocked,&lt;br /&gt;dont be, my family is really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate something a bit different which is pizza!&lt;br /&gt;Went to The Summit (a department store) with my 2 awesome&lt;br /&gt;cousin. Trust me their awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Open minded, really go out to make stuffs&lt;br /&gt;(they made a drum set for the ps2 to play BeatManis)&lt;br /&gt;Gundam fans, good taste in fashion and is quite well known&lt;br /&gt;to the technologies around them (especially gaming).&lt;br /&gt;I bought a BBDoubleX there! D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this day is quite awesome&lt;br /&gt;More raya's obviously. Missed Hanim's and Raja's...&lt;br /&gt;kept thinking about it. Then during one of my raya visits,&lt;br /&gt;i got an sms from maxis about some miss call somewhere around&lt;br /&gt;10.00 am... the first thing i thought,&lt;br /&gt;"friggin nigga Maxis! there's no call notice in the phone&lt;br /&gt;and the notice only came 2 hours later?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be guessing it was the gang at Hanim's. Got it right.&lt;br /&gt;It was Syaff on the phone with Mum at the side. Steven&lt;br /&gt;was gonna talk to then suddenly, my phone hung up.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Steve! Looked at the prepaid....&lt;br /&gt;RM0.04.........&lt;br /&gt;didnt knew i called a lot though.&lt;br /&gt;GWAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the house that i got the call from,&lt;br /&gt;went to The Summit again...&lt;br /&gt;this time with my families instead of my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;This time we went to gundam shops ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;theres around.... 3 there, but they all only sell gundams&lt;br /&gt;and not their tools. But! some of the gundams there is&lt;br /&gt;cheaper than in KL... one example is the....&lt;br /&gt;STRIKE NOIR GUNDAM I BOUGHT FOR RM160!!!&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is the day we all went back.... though the second i came&lt;br /&gt;back it was no resting time... i got more rayas to go.&lt;br /&gt;GWAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;so you guys are quite lucky to find all those time to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you guys must be thinking,&lt;br /&gt;"wtf Ali! youre in the middle of the exam and youre blogging?!,&lt;br /&gt;you friggin cow nigga idiot!!!"&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like that maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;this is Ali!&lt;br /&gt;signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-5631202720619300108?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/5631202720619300108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=5631202720619300108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5631202720619300108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/5631202720619300108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/10/safe-day-raya.html' title='Safe Day Raya'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SPIENUIjpSI/AAAAAAAAANI/FtnNKWVLCpI/s72-c/DSC02758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8040644271252869814</id><published>2008-09-26T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T06:30:29.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Ending It With.... A CAKE!</title><content type='html'>its the last day of school (again)&lt;br /&gt;but this is probably the worst one...&lt;br /&gt;cause right after it is the finals D=&lt;br /&gt;yes, i think this is the first time i'm scared of the finals...&lt;br /&gt;sadly....&lt;br /&gt;maybe its not my first time....&lt;br /&gt;well Exia's on the line and i'm not giving up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, its Friday and guess who's b'day is it?&lt;br /&gt;hint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my link writes Reject...&lt;br /&gt;yeah that wasnt hard to guess was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, heres some pic to keep you entertained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNz7Q1MA2DI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N3QY-FSy0kA/s1600-h/DSC02721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNz7Q1MA2DI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N3QY-FSy0kA/s320/DSC02721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250347532181100594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNz7QnoklhI/AAAAAAAAALw/LvUgJgdruag/s1600-h/DSC02722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNz7QnoklhI/AAAAAAAAALw/LvUgJgdruag/s320/DSC02722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250347528542787090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donno why the hell i took this photo...&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNz7REyWOvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AAvkf4UJfTY/s1600-h/DSC02733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNz7REyWOvI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AAvkf4UJfTY/s320/DSC02733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250347536368417522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got jealous =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNz7RX2CEZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/N-s0TuAxvAQ/s1600-h/DSC02734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNz7RX2CEZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/N-s0TuAxvAQ/s320/DSC02734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250347541484147090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harharhar&lt;br /&gt;that sucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNz7RRg27sI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ryzZ4gvNOjA/s1600-h/DSC02735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNz7RRg27sI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ryzZ4gvNOjA/s320/DSC02735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250347539784724162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, gay right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i forget this for life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNz8ZqDA2PI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fMF61BNxBkM/s1600-h/DSC02666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNz8ZqDA2PI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fMF61BNxBkM/s320/DSC02666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250348783321012466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah another birthday but it was somewhere in&lt;br /&gt;the past.&lt;br /&gt;hey.....&lt;br /&gt;that sounded cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a video for Reject's Interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-03124418564440955 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaZQQAXH51c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaZQQAXH51c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaZQQAXH51c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats all!&lt;br /&gt;Reporter Ali&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8040644271252869814?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8040644271252869814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8040644271252869814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8040644271252869814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8040644271252869814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/09/ending-it-with-cake.html' title='Ending It With.... A CAKE!'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNz7Q1MA2DI/AAAAAAAAAL4/N3QY-FSy0kA/s72-c/DSC02721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-9221567540360923849</id><published>2008-09-24T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:39:19.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>They'll Never Come Again</title><content type='html'>hello there y'all.&lt;br /&gt;theres no happy post this time.&lt;br /&gt;its another emo post and yes i havent done one in a while.&lt;br /&gt;skip this if you dont wanna me to make you think to much.&lt;br /&gt;skip this if you wanna be happy for the rest the day.&lt;br /&gt;skip this if youre playing a skipping rope&lt;br /&gt;ok that was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but read on if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;you might get enlightened, anger to me, or wonder what&lt;br /&gt;the hell have you been doing all this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... have you thought that being in school can be a little stupid?&lt;br /&gt;you sit there, learn stuffs and most of them you wont use in&lt;br /&gt;life. I mean, do you ever go around and suddenly talk about&lt;br /&gt;the History or Biology that you tried so hard to memorize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing you'll ever need to learn is Kemahiran Hidup&lt;br /&gt;and thats praactically non-existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you stopped for a split second and think what are you studying for?&lt;br /&gt;did you study for the sake of passing exams?&lt;br /&gt;did you study for the sake of interest?&lt;br /&gt;did you study for the sake of your future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then pray tell me if you answer the 1st...&lt;br /&gt;why do you wanna study blindly just for a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;that shows numbers? does numbers control your lives?&lt;br /&gt;when the paper shows 100%, does that means youre the smartest and&lt;br /&gt;that you can accomplish anything?&lt;br /&gt;when the paper shows 0%, does that means youre the dumbest person&lt;br /&gt;alive and no way can you be succesfull in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray tell for those who answer 2nd...&lt;br /&gt;what will you do with all those after you finish with it all?&lt;br /&gt;will you write a book or will it rust and dust away as time&lt;br /&gt;moves on, mercilessly awaiting for no man, not even a second?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray tell for those who answered 3rd...&lt;br /&gt;if you study hard, will your future really be a fool-proof 100% guaranteed&lt;br /&gt;road to success? Have you been following books all your life and was blinded&lt;br /&gt;by them that you never see whats around you?&lt;br /&gt;Will there a book on being successful to guide you through life?&lt;br /&gt;If so where? will you kill yourself just for the book or will you stop&lt;br /&gt;and see the things that moves around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you wondered...&lt;br /&gt;If everyone was smart... who'd be the stupid one?&lt;br /&gt;Who'd do the "lower class" jobs?&lt;br /&gt;Who'd would clean up the world?&lt;br /&gt;Who'd make the world safe?&lt;br /&gt;Who'd continue the legacy of man's strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If being smart is advantagous to life...&lt;br /&gt;then what would you say to the artists?&lt;br /&gt;to the managers of factories?&lt;br /&gt;to the man who gives ideas?&lt;br /&gt;to the man that sings with their soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray tell me what...&lt;br /&gt;pray tell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Reporter Ali&lt;br /&gt;signing out.&lt;br /&gt;*salutes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-9221567540360923849?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/9221567540360923849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=9221567540360923849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/9221567540360923849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/9221567540360923849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/09/theyll-never-come-again.html' title='They&apos;ll Never Come Again'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-8693135391692854892</id><published>2008-09-15T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:36:27.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>Installing...</title><content type='html'>hmm.... its kinda late i know&lt;br /&gt;but i donno....&lt;br /&gt;you know what to know?&lt;br /&gt;i donno what you should know.&lt;br /&gt;but hey! know something you donno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that was lame.&lt;br /&gt;On to the original post, Interact Installation Day.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Yeah, as i suspected, almost no teacher&lt;br /&gt;thought anything at the day, but i came to look at the installation&lt;br /&gt;day. lolololololol&lt;br /&gt;and to add it all, i'm not even an interactor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets start off.... i kinda knew the day from the dance&lt;br /&gt;Carmen and Vivian suddenly bust out.&lt;br /&gt;didnt expected it to be... sexy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, lets start off...&lt;br /&gt;it was during CCA hours... which is made me unable to go.&lt;br /&gt;But!.... i pretended to be "busy" and went there anyways.&lt;br /&gt;with who i forgot.... Alvin i think.... wait, was he even there? =_="&lt;br /&gt;wait... why do i even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah, i'm getting off topic with lame liners.&lt;br /&gt;i went there straight, the main reason was to watch but...&lt;br /&gt;KahSeng gimme back my camera to take photos but...&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea. harharharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start off, firstly there was the guest of honor.&lt;br /&gt;the first guy that got my attention was some old man&lt;br /&gt;who looked like he can open up a can of whoop-ass action&lt;br /&gt;(no pun intended... ok maybe a little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNEKvV_hsNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gSrCiab1v6A/s1600-h/DSC02610.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246986849337061586" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNEKvV_hsNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gSrCiab1v6A/s320/DSC02610.JPG" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true right?&lt;br /&gt;first off is a performance from.... some school&lt;br /&gt;i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNEKvmpVFFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ed-UEGyWkbg/s1600-h/DSC02585.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246986853807363154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNEKvmpVFFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ed-UEGyWkbg/s320/DSC02585.JPG" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they did some dances...&lt;br /&gt;its all too short and no feeling of continuation.&lt;br /&gt;then the shuffle was so long. i cant believe it and&lt;br /&gt;the worst part was they put some guy on steroids at&lt;br /&gt;the end... i cant see any dancing in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNEKv8Ql13I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Y-n2aCI5OIg/s1600-h/DSC02587.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246986859609184114" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNEKv8Ql13I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Y-n2aCI5OIg/s320/DSC02587.JPG" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres from the youthact.... kinda...&lt;br /&gt;ear shattering i guess. i expected better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNEKwOgXh1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/D3mpX7BN09I/s1600-h/DSC02594.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246986864507193170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNEKwOgXh1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/D3mpX7BN09I/s320/DSC02594.JPG" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres from the interactors it self...&lt;br /&gt;surprised me it did. didnt expect it to be so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;and i never expected mr.khaw to not care about it.&lt;br /&gt;lolololololol, weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNEKwf7sXVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZGJyK5qGh90/s1600-h/DSC02602.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246986869185207634" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNEKwf7sXVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZGJyK5qGh90/s320/DSC02602.JPG" style="cursor: pointer;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this performance.... the girls 2nd to the left...&lt;br /&gt;i felt something weird about her.... she's so familiar...&lt;br /&gt;and she kept staring at me on most of the performance.&lt;br /&gt;(no, not being prasan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/w4HgJ9JyL-tLhJe4wcBM3w?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/Agent17v/SNFAjUxO9xI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cJJcubi5Mnk/s400/DSC02619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Agent17v/TskToTheTroublesISay?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;Tsk To The Troubles I Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the family photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had a little game afterwards. the first one was...&lt;br /&gt;er.... unique. it got something to do with rubberbands,&lt;br /&gt;your face ans your moustache getting shaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Bm8TFzhE-2Gl08-4TOBZPw?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/Agent17v/SNFAj5O23GI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fEfqruqpZnU/s400/DSC02623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Agent17v/TskToTheTroublesISay?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;Tsk To The Troubles I Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GytkRToWZdab6vyXtq4Tfw?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/Agent17v/SNFAkHzpw_I/AAAAAAAAAKE/yTaKDSoBZBs/s400/DSC02640.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Agent17v/TskToTheTroublesISay?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;Tsk To The Troubles I Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the winner of the first round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/24vrAk7i78ZnfuWTgu93Og?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/Agent17v/SNFAkOP2kAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bx8CVGc_Rx8/s400/DSC02638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Agent17v/TskToTheTroublesISay?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;Tsk To The Troubles I Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen now have her own fan! (finally)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had another game where they all sit&lt;br /&gt;in a big circle and you get called out. If youre to late...&lt;br /&gt;then too bad lah. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Hdpn8fEjqevn6PYmL2Zkeg?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/Agent17v/SNFDrzoqwaI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-ZWBF5arPUM/s400/DSC02642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Agent17v/TskToTheTroublesISay?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;Tsk To The Troubles I Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yr3uIIstwX2hWzbW0ivNfw?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/Agent17v/SNFDsH-ssTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Va9fyzPHxfI/s400/DSC02644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Agent17v/TskToTheTroublesISay?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;Tsk To The Troubles I Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the SG interactors family photo.&lt;br /&gt;Benny and Steve as the rockers.&lt;br /&gt;Carmen(C) as the boss.&lt;br /&gt;Sylvia looks like the actual boss.&lt;br /&gt;Mei and Vivian attracted by my "power" =D&lt;br /&gt;Jon giving that little "charming" smile&lt;br /&gt;Jiyn holding up... something =_="&lt;br /&gt;Michelle is hidden... Carmen(A) sabotaged her =3=&lt;br /&gt;HuaMin looks... uhh.... happy i guess +_+&lt;br /&gt;and LengLui is falling for Aneroxia.&lt;br /&gt;harharharhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was finished for them...&lt;br /&gt;not for me though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/laAscvU5Uyhnrmnql8QxEQ?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/Agent17v/SNFDsV6VJOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/xtdPPQEgEjc/s400/DSC02646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Agent17v/TskToTheTroublesISay?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;Tsk To The Troubles I Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;man i like this kit cause it looks simple&lt;br /&gt;yet dashing at the same time... the antenna broke though.&lt;br /&gt;and they even gave me a free stand! AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures for The Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XGSVDtKfyjqJmokvT6Rj-g?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/Agent17v/SNFDsX9oHCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/WGbJWC_TAdo/s400/DSC02557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Agent17v/TskToTheTroublesISay?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;Tsk To The Troubles I Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7vsuTFsXALQA29icKq_ygA?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/Agent17v/SNFDsmULknI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CzkR-EWcaSU/s400/DSC02561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Agent17v/TskToTheTroublesISay?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;Tsk To The Troubles I Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/49I_-Zgvbibd7FkeP1nBtA?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/Agent17v/SNFFZWfouNI/AAAAAAAAAK0/6FHJgMI7o7E/s400/DSC02627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Agent17v/TskToTheTroublesISay?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;Tsk To The Troubles I Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aS0YHuDJHyhJIp_pr6uCBA?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/Agent17v/SNFFZc3sxDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ByXJhIdaa3I/s400/DSC02629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Agent17v/TskToTheTroublesISay?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;Tsk To The Troubles I Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic of the post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tmS7gAbXI-zrWs2PUX1qKw?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/Agent17v/SNFFZ2jMyDI/AAAAAAAAALM/C1DHYrdh1_s/s400/DSC02559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Agent17v/TskToTheTroublesISay?authkey=A4QmCKAlfJ8"&gt;Tsk To The Troubles I Say&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres just something about Dickson and that curtain thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now!&lt;br /&gt;until next time!&lt;br /&gt;Reporter Ali!&lt;br /&gt;signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-8693135391692854892?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/8693135391692854892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=8693135391692854892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8693135391692854892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/8693135391692854892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/09/installing.html' title='Installing...'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SNEKvV_hsNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gSrCiab1v6A/s72-c/DSC02610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-4453129384384303918</id><published>2008-09-09T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:39:47.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gundam'/><title type='text'>Gundam Battle!!!</title><content type='html'>owh yeah, i visited some of your blog.&lt;br /&gt;and i seem to notice that some people used&lt;br /&gt;"signing out" or "signing off".... i felt like i'm&lt;br /&gt;being copied but nvm~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all fun and games!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this post... i made just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;For gundam fans, read on!&lt;br /&gt;For the non-gundam fans, read if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gundam Astrea Type-F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VS&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OverFlag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an intro of each of the gundams.&lt;br /&gt;OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Astrea Type-F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposely a prototype of the Exia. but its Type-F.&lt;br /&gt;the orginal one would be white. Good poses can be made,&lt;br /&gt;but the joints wears out too easily sadly.&lt;br /&gt;It was really hard to do poses with it and the back was heavy.&lt;br /&gt;But the poses that can be done?.... beyond words my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OverFlag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the bad guys, not really a gundam. i like this one cause&lt;br /&gt;1. it being not gundam but looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;2. the black and gun is awesome to look at!&lt;br /&gt;i hope theres more poses that can be made with this one.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i see potential but... Owh well&lt;br /&gt;Owh, and the back is heavy too. Its pretty understandable&lt;br /&gt;though from the jet pack and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah lets start off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the test for the Astrea goes, its the last one...&lt;br /&gt;the shooting range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMaUwlQVglI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O91qw8gnzGU/s1600-h/DSC02498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMaUwlQVglI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O91qw8gnzGU/s320/DSC02498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244042378474783314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blue blast suddenly came from the sky barely hitting&lt;br /&gt;Astrea hitting dead on the can!&lt;br /&gt;"who?..." said Astrea&lt;br /&gt;as he turned back. An OverFlag targeting his next shot&lt;br /&gt;right to his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMaUw59kIZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JhNujtDohrM/s1600-h/DSC02501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMaUw59kIZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/JhNujtDohrM/s320/DSC02501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244042384033194386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silent was a declaration for a battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, the silent broke by the lightning fast&lt;br /&gt;charge from OverFlag propelling his fan for a slicing attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMaUxHbsqpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qwtnATCreDk/s1600-h/DSC02503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMaUxHbsqpI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qwtnATCreDk/s320/DSC02503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244042387649243794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrea guardes it with quick reflexes&lt;br /&gt;and both quickly unsheath their swords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMaczb5lUNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tyaJn8cRUkw/s1600-h/DSC02504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMaczb5lUNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tyaJn8cRUkw/s200/DSC02504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244051223596060882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMaczmuRjYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pL94JYVUbxQ/s1600-h/DSC02505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMaczmuRjYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pL94JYVUbxQ/s200/DSC02505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244051226501418370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and clashes of swords were all over, lightning&lt;br /&gt;fast swings with inhuman strength and capabilities happened&lt;br /&gt;in the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMfgcltSRSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vfW0fAaDrHM/s1600-h/DSC02507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMfgcltSRSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vfW0fAaDrHM/s320/DSC02507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407072859243810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, the OverFlag using its advantage of its&lt;br /&gt;long legs kicks the Astrea that sended it flying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMfgc5stueI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eRRj_LXe7T0/s1600-h/DSC02508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMfgc5stueI/AAAAAAAAAH0/eRRj_LXe7T0/s320/DSC02508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407078225557986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he fell to the earth, dropping his beam sword,&lt;br /&gt;he quickly reacted and pointed the gun to OverFlag.&lt;br /&gt;The shot hits the body, though it was not a very good shot.&lt;br /&gt;Damaging little to the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMfgdMI4x-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/gJg-kjpv36c/s1600-h/DSC02510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMfgdMI4x-I/AAAAAAAAAH8/gJg-kjpv36c/s320/DSC02510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407083175561186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMfgdeGlBDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JQaaBSpWhBI/s1600-h/DSC02511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMfgdeGlBDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JQaaBSpWhBI/s320/DSC02511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407087997715506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the gun as useless, Astrea threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMfgdtMFC3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/jwVIK8DJ4YQ/s1600-h/DSC02512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMfgdtMFC3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/jwVIK8DJ4YQ/s320/DSC02512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244407092047317874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using his dimension summoning skills, he summoned out&lt;br /&gt;the GN Cannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMlGoWA4BhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DzVjxQ-5ZME/s1600-h/DSC02513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMlGoWA4BhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DzVjxQ-5ZME/s320/DSC02513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244800899967616530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The OverFlag, noticing the cannon got ready his&lt;br /&gt;own gun. Maximizing its power, removing its limiter&lt;br /&gt;going beyond any limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMlHpAktBnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fzTnevSBTFM/s1600-h/DSC02519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMlHpAktBnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fzTnevSBTFM/s200/DSC02519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244802010903807602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMlHo-k_AnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cpgIUADlyaY/s1600-h/DSC02514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMlHo-k_AnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cpgIUADlyaY/s200/DSC02514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244802010368115314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong blasts were shot but the GN Cannon was superior&lt;br /&gt;to OverFlag's demise. But the GN Cannon were only strong&lt;br /&gt;enough to fly OverFlag's gun away from him. Seeing no hope&lt;br /&gt;of winning, OverFlag ran away by a quick transformation to&lt;br /&gt;a jet. Running away swiftly dodging Astrea's shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMlJhlTXh2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/shchjrk23bc/s1600-h/DSC02527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMlJhlTXh2I/AAAAAAAAAIs/shchjrk23bc/s200/DSC02527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244804082347509602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end....&lt;br /&gt;now that i look at it....&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why the hell did i do this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i feel really geeky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;owh well, it was fun while it lasted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until next post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;signing out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7231185978498681094-4453129384384303918?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/4453129384384303918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=4453129384384303918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4453129384384303918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/4453129384384303918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/09/gundam-battle.html' title='Gundam Battle!!!'/><author><name>Reporter Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690836077225134286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMUwXr1eYCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/E5EhnhfMUXY/S220/o162905379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7O0ZWR5ZzwQ/SMaUwlQVglI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O91qw8gnzGU/s72-c/DSC02498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231185978498681094.post-3798451412099507517</id><published>2008-09-08T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:43:34.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not What It Seems'/><title type='text'>Things Are Not What It Seems.... COFFEE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alright!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna post about coffee.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be educational so put on your thinking caps&lt;br /&gt;and let your mind be BLOWN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh, did i mention about it is good for the skin? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, first, read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coffee benefits your health and protects against many diseases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why is there resistance to the idea that coffee benefits your health?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here’s why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost thirty years ago researchers at Harvard University&lt;br /&gt;announced a connection between coffee consumption and cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later they retracted the study and recognized that the&lt;br /&gt;findings were flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since that first study and the media frenzy that followed,&lt;br /&gt;coffee has been labeled with the stigma of being unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, nothing could be further from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coffee can help in the prevention and treatment of diseases and illnesses as varied as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alzheimer's disease, diabetes, liver disease, skin cancer, Parkinsons's disease and more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Consider this news item...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coffee Health Risks: For the moderate drinker, coffee is safe says Harvard Women’s Health Watch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Despite 20 years of reassuring research, many people still avoid caffeinated coffee because they worry about its health effects. However, current research reveals that in moderation—a few cups a day—coffee is a safe beverage that may even offer some health benefits. The September issue of Harvard Women's Health Watch weighs the pros and cons of this popular beverage and eases the concerns of moderate coffee drinkers. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The latest research has not only confirmed that moderate coffee consumption doesn't cause harm, it's also uncovered possible benefits. Coffee may reduce the risk of developing gallstones, discourage the development of colon cancer, improve cognitive function, reduce the risk of liver damage in people at high risk for liver disease, and reduce the risk of Parkinson's disease. Coffee has also been shown to improve endurance performance in long-duration physical activities.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Source: Harvard Health Publications, Harvard Medical School, 2006.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And they say there are no coffee benefits when it comes to health?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is a great deal of research that shows drinking a few cups of coffee a day can be good for you. It not only protects you against a variety of serious diseases, but can also bring a lot of pleasure into your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Browse through the various pages below. You'll be amazed by the number of ways in which coffee can benefit your health and protect you against serious illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.coffeedetective.com/coffee-benefits.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://grahamfurlong.typepad.com/work_hard_be_nice/images/coffee_morning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://grahamfurlong.typepad.com/work_hard_be_nice/images/coffee_morning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alright! that helped me cut a lot of time to explain why they&lt;br /&gt;say its unhealthy and why it can benefit you and the mythbusting&lt;br /&gt;of it can cause serious cancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAT THAT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, next i'll just tell you a smaller things about them coffees....&lt;br /&gt;firstly, drinking it wont make you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;it really wont. The reason you feel fresh and all is probably&lt;br /&gt;because the caffeine in the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll make your blood pump faster, increase awareness,&lt;br /&gt;make you more.... uhh.... i donno the word. something like&lt;br /&gt;so you can take more damage or something like that, and&lt;br /&gt;they taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, everything is a double-edged sword.&lt;br /&gt;They have the good and the bad. In this case (coffee case!)&lt;br /&gt;its an extremely sharp sword.&lt;br /&gt;Very good benefits and also very bad side effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one thing for you to know, is that the side effects&lt;br /&gt;only happen if you drink like say 4-8 cups a day?&lt;br /&gt;learn to control yourself and drink one a day.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. i wont hide the bad stuff so i'll show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coffee's negative health effects are mostly due to its &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caffeine" title="Caffeine"&gt;caffeine&lt;/a&gt; content. Research suggests that drinking caffeinated coffee can cause a temporary increase in the stiffening of arterial walls. Excess coffee consumption may lead to a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magnesium_deficiency_%28medicine%29" title="Magnesium deficiency (medicine)"&gt;magnesium deficiency&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypomagnesaemia" title="Hypomagnesaemia" class="mw-redirect"&gt;hypomagnesaemia&lt;/a&gt;, and may be a risk factor for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coronary_heart_disease" title="Coronary heart disease" class="mw-redirect"&gt;coronary heart disease&lt;/a&gt;. Some studies suggest that it may have a mixed effect on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Short-term_memory" title="Short-term memory"&gt;short-term memory&lt;/a&gt;, by improving it when the information to be recalled is related to the current &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Train_of_thought" title="Train of thought"&gt;train of thought&lt;/a&gt;, but making it more difficult to recall unrelated information. About 10% of people with a moderate daily intake (235 mg per day) reported increased depression and anxiety when caffeine was withdrawn, and about 15% of the general population report having stopped caffeine use completely, citing concern about health and unpleasant side effects. Nevertheless, the mainstream view of medical experts is that drinking three 8-ounce (236 ml) cups of coffee per day (considered average or moderate consumption) does not have significant health risks for adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;American scientist Yaser Dorri has suggested that the smell of coffee can restore &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Appetite" title="Appetite"&gt;appetite&lt;/a&gt; and refresh &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olfactory" title="Olfactory" class="mw-redirect"&gt;olfactory&lt;/a&gt; receptors. He suggests that people can regain their appetite after cooking by smelling coffee beans, and that this method might also be used for research animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;from your friendly dictionary. Wikipedia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that would be all for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Signing out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gcfoodguide.com.au/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/coffee-boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.gcfoodguide.com.au/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/coffee-boat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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/7231185978498681094-3798451412099507517?l=hyperization.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/feeds/3798451412099507517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7231185978498681094&amp;postID=3798451412099507517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3798451412099507517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7231185978498681094/posts/default/3798451412099507517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperization.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-are-not-what-it-seems-coffee.html' title='Things Are Not What It Seems.... 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