<?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-35908070</id><updated>2012-01-27T06:39:49.295+08:00</updated><category term='me'/><category term='tech'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='blah'/><category term='memory lane'/><category term='movies'/><category term='music i love'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='random'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='blabber'/><category term='piano'/><category term='websites linkie'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>the bored dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>317</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-1584099528101001715</id><published>2010-06-24T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:44:58.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow how long ago was my last post?! april!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey guys. i think im gonna stop blogging here. (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmm im not so sure if i wanna stop or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i guess im getting bored of this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe ill try blogging once in a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at a different spot than blogspot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/35908070-1584099528101001715?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/1584099528101001715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=1584099528101001715&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1584099528101001715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1584099528101001715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2010/06/wow-how-long-ago-was-my-last-post-april.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-1139780951826350352</id><published>2010-04-23T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:48:21.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I finally went to the gym today. Yippie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I initially thought i had some outstanding balance in my monthly fee at fitness first. i thought i had 300 rm to pay. coz ff set my account on auto debit using my atm card. and i am broke, i hope you know that. and a few months past my mom had just given me enough money to live and pay for ff.and so for a couple months i really thought i used up my money before they can auto debit my shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so now, my mom gave me more money. dont get me wrong, i didnt tell her anything about my problem. i even pretended to go to gym to make sure she did not suspect anything. this month, me momsy received bonus! so she can give me more money. so now i got money to pay the debt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i went to the gym with confidence - i got my debit card ready. i asked them to check if i got any debt. and they checked the system and asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" what do you wanna pay miss?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i just wanna check"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"hmm there's nothing wrong, you're clear!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was so shocked! and i said thank you and move on like nothing happened. but really, i was blooming in the heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so i get on the treadmill, elliptical, bla bla. sweated (not a lot but still i just did 1 hour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was bored. maybe i should join a class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-1139780951826350352?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/1139780951826350352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=1139780951826350352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1139780951826350352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1139780951826350352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-finally-went-to-gym-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-4480094125596760809</id><published>2010-04-21T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:37:12.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so wuddup blawwwwwwg?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i went through it all. all my troubles. and it is proven that when i dont think about it too much, things will just happen as planned and all is well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as you may notice, i dont have much desire to write these days. it's not that i lack ideas...my mind is constantly thinking. but i basically have no life right now. no school, no job, no money. all i do is watch tv, and doing chores. i cant sing right now coz i was down with sore throat. i'm feeling 99% better rite now.. no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's sometimes hard to fathom that i am just waiting for my graduation day to come. there used to be so much problem that i had to settle at uni. and now, it's all good. and i dont know if it is something wrong or not. im not used to not having troubles! haha! so i might have to check uni website once in a while to make sure i dont miss anything important - since im not going there anymore anytime soon. they are currently having their exams right now. hehe and i dont have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so all in all, things are fine. i might not post here often, or at all. maybe if i have the mood i'll write. pinky promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-4480094125596760809?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/4480094125596760809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=4480094125596760809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4480094125596760809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4480094125596760809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-wuddup-blawwwwwwg-i-went-through-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6544746056163674929</id><published>2010-03-19T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:35:35.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I honestly don't care anymore. Bring it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6544746056163674929?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6544746056163674929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6544746056163674929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6544746056163674929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6544746056163674929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-honestly-dont-care-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-1088743647199146536</id><published>2010-03-05T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:49:25.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woot people, I finished my first cross stitch project just now! Wow it took me 4 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dunno why I chose a big project for my first time. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here it is: Tadaaaaaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/S4_kT9YTPgI/AAAAAAAAASw/wnK7J7FDtZE/s1600-h/DSC03662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/S4_kT9YTPgI/AAAAAAAAASw/wnK7J7FDtZE/s400/DSC03662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444821506059353602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The cloth is yellow isn't it? I need to wash it tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then, up to the wall it goes! Weeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-1088743647199146536?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/1088743647199146536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=1088743647199146536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1088743647199146536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1088743647199146536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2010/03/woot-people-i-finished-my-first-cross.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/S4_kT9YTPgI/AAAAAAAAASw/wnK7J7FDtZE/s72-c/DSC03662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-8719142973143992834</id><published>2010-02-14T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:38:22.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year &amp;amp; Happy Valentines Day everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This year, I spent time alone on valentines...just like any other year, no surprise there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I have a hankering for ice cream so badly right now... *off topic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-8719142973143992834?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/8719142973143992834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=8719142973143992834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8719142973143992834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8719142973143992834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-happy-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-2478830935667454426</id><published>2010-02-02T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:19:32.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I wanna wish every Aquarians out there HAPPY BIRTHDAY! It's the time of the year that we get our chance to partay! I'm so bummed coz our birthdays are always so early in the year, that the rest 11 months seems so long! I envy those Cancer, Leos and Virgos - coz they celebrate smack in the middle of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;But don't worry, be happy! I love yall! Aquarians rock! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mozart, Oprah Winfrey, Ellen Degeneres, Justin Timberlake, Shakira, Abe Lincoln, Charles Dickens, David Lynch, Sarah McLachlan, Yoko Ono, John Travolta, Bob Marley, Geena Davis, Phil Collins, Ayn Rand, Farrah Fawcett, Jennifer Aniston, Christina Ricci, Peter Gabriel, Janice Dickinson...even Paris Hilton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Woohooooooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/35908070-2478830935667454426?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/2478830935667454426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=2478830935667454426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2478830935667454426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2478830935667454426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wanna-wish-every-aquarians-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-7282765164029388558</id><published>2010-01-28T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:29:07.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes yesterday was my 23rd birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I never realized my age before! I'm fuckin old! OMG when did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a whole bunch of bday wishes on facebook. That's really cool! Facebook is useful for once! I feel so flattered that so many people took the time to write me a wish. So sweet! Thanks to all who wished...love yas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's even cooler was that some people I haven't talked with before also wished happy birthday to me! not complainin or anythin...just sayin! coz it's so cool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a cake from mom...RM 60 wtf...so expensive! I don't think it was worth the price, coz it tastes just average, and I think it is going bad already...it's sour coz they put fresh fruits and berries in it. My trifle pudding tastes better! Yup I made a trifle for my bday. I never planned it actually...I went out the day before and buy the ingredients for the pudding. So I just made the thing right when I got home. Then it hit me: Tomorrow's my bday! Well duh! So that's how the triffle pudding became the Nasha's Bday Pudding! Tadaaa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it, I guess. Quite boring. I could really use some presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I'm contented on just reading other people's blog. I'm too lazy to ramble in my own blog. Haha. Oh well. I'm more comfortable blogging on my bed, but now since I'm at home and not in hostel anymore, I can't quite do that. Unless I have a wifi at home. Which I don't. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is: Don't count on regular posts here okay :)  And I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/35908070-7282765164029388558?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/7282765164029388558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=7282765164029388558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/7282765164029388558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/7282765164029388558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes-yesterday-was-my-23rd-birthday-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-1269193800841474048</id><published>2010-01-17T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:50:37.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time Traveler's Wife - 75% done. When can I finally finish the damn boooookkkkkk???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-1269193800841474048?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/1269193800841474048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=1269193800841474048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1269193800841474048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1269193800841474048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-travelers-wife-75-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-2203063035111218117</id><published>2009-12-30T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:51:28.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow, really? it's 30th of Dec already??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;better get ready for an epic post for tomorrow!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i think i'm ready for 2010 by now. bring it onnn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-2203063035111218117?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/2203063035111218117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=2203063035111218117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2203063035111218117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2203063035111218117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow-really-its-30th-of-dec-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-8783223139480568644</id><published>2009-12-17T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:31:21.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is injured. I hit a pillar in the parking lot, but it's not head on, but i kinda brushed against it whilst turning. So my baby's butt is scratched with a kinda interesting design! I was so scared when it happened. But when I checked the damage done, it was a relief because it was not that bad. Parents haven't noticed it yet, but it's only a matter of time till they do! No way I'm gonna tell them~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, I can blame the car owner who parked along the wall of the parking lot, thus making the corner so narrow I can't turn properly, but I won't do that, because the thing has happened, and there's nothing to do about it. Anyways it was my fault in a way. I shouldn't have went there in the first place. I still have no idea why the place was a mess on that day. Seemed like everyone was just dying to get in the mall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-8783223139480568644?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/8783223139480568644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=8783223139480568644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8783223139480568644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8783223139480568644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-car-is-injured.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6106578327622001986</id><published>2009-12-15T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:25:52.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes I feel that it's good that I didn't update this blog as much as I wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because when things didn't happen as I wrote it would, I won't have to go back and explain why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thing is: I was so close to having freedom. But my dream was shot down by a string of unexpected events. I did not frantically write about this when it happens and I am actually glad I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I guess I will be stuck here for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No hope for me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6106578327622001986?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6106578327622001986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6106578327622001986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6106578327622001986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6106578327622001986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-i-feel-that-its-good-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6273622623171324662</id><published>2009-12-15T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:12:34.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really need a good cry right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know why I feel so awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe it's because I feel so useless and alone. Everyone seems to get on my nerves. Especially my parents. I wonder if I'll ever be good enough for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6273622623171324662?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6273622623171324662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6273622623171324662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6273622623171324662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6273622623171324662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-need-good-cry-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-2476373294944116506</id><published>2009-12-07T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T13:12:12.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The weekend was packed with all warehouse sales and carnivals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why la they decide to do all the events on 4-6dec? no other dates ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pikom pc fair, jom heboh, metrojaya n loreal warehouse sales, bla bla...byk lagi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at first wanna go to jom heboh, actually went there at 11, but there's NO WAY of going in! So packed, man! Banyak giler kete, tak leh masuk...have to park so faaaarrr away jusst to get in. So we said, forget it! Gi lain kali je la...and next time, remember: go there super early!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be there by 8am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-2476373294944116506?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/2476373294944116506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=2476373294944116506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2476373294944116506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2476373294944116506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoa-weekend-was-packed-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-7484168022906680946</id><published>2009-12-02T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:05:57.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha went to ecurve damansara to watch newmoon at cathay yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the mall is kinda creepy! not many people came there, and the only people who came are only there for movies. no questions, coz the cinema, cathay damansara is freakin awesome! the seats are plush and the movie hall is awesome, with awesome sound system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's crazy that i went all the way to damansara just to watch a movie! and if you dont know already, damansara - puchong is so far away. but actually you just have to drive straighttttttt along the LDP highway and you're there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's like magic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-7484168022906680946?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/7484168022906680946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=7484168022906680946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/7484168022906680946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/7484168022906680946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha-went-to-ecurve-damansara-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6738774901418994687</id><published>2009-11-27T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:17:06.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discovered Sunway Pyramid, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then got sick of Sunway Pyramid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahhaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i need to explore more places!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6738774901418994687?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6738774901418994687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6738774901418994687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6738774901418994687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6738774901418994687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-new-discovered-sunway-pyramid.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-4039940620393248029</id><published>2009-11-19T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:54:29.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to drive everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i nearly hit a car just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bro cried...awwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel awful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-4039940620393248029?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/4039940620393248029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=4039940620393248029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4039940620393248029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4039940620393248029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-1867795334525276085</id><published>2009-11-14T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:57:07.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watched Jennifer's Body at the cinema today with my bro. Wooooooot!! Is Megan Fox the hottest thing evar or what???!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;/me officially has a girl crush on Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aaaaaaaffffffhhhhhhhhghhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehem, it was a good movie.  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-1867795334525276085?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/1867795334525276085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=1867795334525276085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1867795334525276085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1867795334525276085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/11/watched-jennifers-body-at-cinema-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6000903699394812272</id><published>2009-11-10T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:19:06.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hey peeps! today was my JPJ test and I passed!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i still could not believe that it's finally over! omg...no more driving school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i finally will have my licence, long overdue la...every body also have already, me also don't have one! (ooops, manglish overload) ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the thing that bothered me a bit was that i got just enough marks to pass...one more mistake i might have cried a river right now. so glad it turned out the way it did....hhhhhhhhuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but hey, i passed dammit! that's the most important thing and that's all that counts! so shut up you voice in my head! ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6000903699394812272?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6000903699394812272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6000903699394812272&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6000903699394812272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6000903699394812272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-peeps-today-was-my-jpj-test-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-3887365045845646666</id><published>2009-11-08T12:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:04:41.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey yalls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been home for more than one week. Yeahhhhhh exam is so over, yet I neglected my blog yet again.. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is because I am at home...ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i'm extra lazy when i'm at home. so lazy to typeeee.......huhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry for the crappy post, just wanna update you guys on what's goin on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right now i can't wait to ace my driving test. hopefully I can pass it in one try!!! personally, i'm confident of myself. i just hope the circumstances  on that day will be kind to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so close to the end of this ordeal...yeah baby you can do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;driving licence = my total freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(as long as i dont crash lah...i hope i wont be going thru that at all, evar!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what else??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ummmm,,.,,,.,.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am rekindling my love for jigsaw puzzles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've completed 2 big puzzles and one has been glued and waiting to be framed. another one is missing a piece, noooooo! i cant find it anywhere la, i really wanna glue this puzzle together but the missing piece is yet to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am looking forward to buy more puzzles. preferably 500 pieces or more! muahahhahaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I heard theres puzzles with 1000 more pieces. zomg that's so awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-3887365045845646666?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/3887365045845646666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=3887365045845646666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3887365045845646666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3887365045845646666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-yalls.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-865867245281094999</id><published>2009-10-26T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:05:48.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Exam Induced Hiatus-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/35908070-865867245281094999?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/865867245281094999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=865867245281094999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/865867245281094999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/865867245281094999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/10/exam-induced-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6066038194250681950</id><published>2009-10-25T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:17:11.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm panicking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tonight I finally brought myself to study. And guess what? I'm overwhelmed!&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;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The words mean nothing to me! Exam is on Tuesday! Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6066038194250681950?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6066038194250681950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6066038194250681950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6066038194250681950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6066038194250681950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-panicking.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-4955377185815318022</id><published>2009-10-20T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:02:21.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I need a night to stay up all night on. I seriously cannot study during the day! Have to cook, do the laundry, all the housewifey jobs. And more importantly, I can't concentrate with the tv on. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, the truth is, I read my notes on the laptop, as I didn't print the notes. My own laptop is not working right now, so I have to rely on the home laptop, which my brother always use during the day. Aaanndd, I also run a bunch of torrents on there! So there! I have to keep the laptop here on the most uncomfortable place in this house where the internet connection is, so that my torrents can continue to download. Gosh how I wish I have wifi in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, stop whining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will TRY to wake up super early tomorrow, so that I can start studying. I need that starting momentum thingy. Starting is always the hardest part in doing ANYTHING. I need to start immediately, or I won't even start at all. I will consume as much coffee as possible so I can survive tomorrow! Yeah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yoda: Do or do not. There is no try."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-4955377185815318022?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/4955377185815318022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=4955377185815318022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4955377185815318022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4955377185815318022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-i-need-night-to-stay-up-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-4413687540630328010</id><published>2009-10-17T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:07:39.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't believe that I was comatose for about 1 hour on the uncomfortable couch. I don't remember anything, and I slept the full one hour without being interrupted and waking. I'm not usually like this, I'm quite the opposite - I'm restless! This incident kinda hurt my ego a little bit! I'm becoming my mom! To think I criticize her all the time for falling asleep EVERY TIME she sits there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After that incident (witnessed by my bro and my mom who actually has came home from work without me noticing; how embarrassing!), I went to take a shower, and then I landed on my bed, and doze off for 4 more hours and woke up at 11.30PM! I don't know why I'm so sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh! Yea, I think it was because I woke up at 6.30AM and stayed awake till the evening without rest. Yeaaa that's it. I'm not used to being awake for that long. I even thought the events this morning happened yesterday, ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So now, I feel kinda fresh. I don't know if I wanna stay up, though. 90% chance I'll still go to sleep and become wasted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(also, I ate my dinner at 12am so I dunno how my body would react to that lol)&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/35908070-4413687540630328010?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/4413687540630328010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=4413687540630328010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4413687540630328010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4413687540630328010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-believe-that-i-was-comatose-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-3620040557175716593</id><published>2009-10-15T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:14:09.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QTI test is over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ain't the test supposed to be on the circuit AND the road? Metro Driving is like that, but Perfect somehow skipped the road part, and I did only the circuit. Not that I'm complaining, I hate the road part..(outside drivers are so mean!)..but..yeah, it's the part that I was scared of the most, and can't get out of my mind for weeks, and yet I didn't get to do it. Ha ha! So it's like I'm nervous about nothing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um, yeah, I passed. But the "mountain" part, (lol) needs a little polishing. I got behind the line once, and dead engine once. I guess I was forgiven, coz that's the normal mistakes people do there. Parallel park, and 3 point turn I passed with flying colors :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So that somehow made me eligible for JPJ test. Already?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ha ha. It will be on 10 Nov. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathe, Nash, breaaaatthheeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so tense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;p/s: I am secretly glad there's a lot of em who's more hopeless than me (i'm bad, but i can't help it). Nash, you are not alone.&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/35908070-3620040557175716593?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/3620040557175716593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=3620040557175716593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3620040557175716593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3620040557175716593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/10/ay-qti-test-is-over-aint-test-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-5718050110432570440</id><published>2009-10-11T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:37:25.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello! Quick update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm at home right now. Surprisingly I don't feel the urge to write anymore. Well, I'm usually that way whenever I'm at home. (not bored enough to make me write)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next week, I only have one class (hopefully my last class for this semester) on Monday, then I'll be back home till exam week. Assuming I won't have anything important to sort out next week (eg, pre-registration for next semester).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made an appointment for QTI driving test next Thursday. I'm kinda nervous because I haven't practiced for like 3 weeks. I'll try to assure myself not to worry too much from time to time. I'll live ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmm...what else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yea my lappie is still sick. I feel like smashing that thing on the floor! Yet I won't be bothered to actually bring it to repair. Too much fuss...I'll just let it be for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay that's it for now. I have to go to bed...hope I can get up early tomorrow! Early bird gets the wormies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-5718050110432570440?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/5718050110432570440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=5718050110432570440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5718050110432570440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5718050110432570440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-quick-update-im-at-home-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-5858021026281136057</id><published>2009-10-07T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:30:45.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the deal: My laptop suddenly act up all funny while I was watching some youtube videos yesterday evening. I was very surprised, coz I wasn't expecting that at all. You wanna know what happened? Well, the screen was shaking and all layered up like it was shivering! I don't know what caused it! At first I thought it was a virus, but I doubt a virus can just disturb the screen and not the hard disk/cpu/whatever. Maybe the graphics card is broken? I dunno what's the matter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So now, it is still doing that shaking thing. It's hard to write/type while the screen is shivering. I can barely read something...it's only a matter of time till I got a headache. But I managed to watch a movie last night, but of course the screen makes it really annoying. So um, I guess I won't be writing for a while. Well, I'll be home on Thursday so maybe I'll update by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taaaataaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-5858021026281136057?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/5858021026281136057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=5858021026281136057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5858021026281136057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5858021026281136057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-deal-my-laptop-suddenly-act-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-8376990511460382303</id><published>2009-10-06T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:52:29.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I won't go to Midvalley this week. I am very broke right now, even the ticket price of commuter freaks me out. So, I have to restrain any shopping temptations. I'm sad. I swear books and makeups will be the death of me! I can't stop buying them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Just a quick entry before I go out and buy lunch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-8376990511460382303?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/8376990511460382303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=8376990511460382303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8376990511460382303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8376990511460382303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wont-go-to-midvalley-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-1890702898050980977</id><published>2009-10-05T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:53:57.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Um, just so you all know, this is my 300th post here on blogger! Woot! Nah, I'm not celebrating...I don't feel like celebrating this time... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But, in a weird way, I feel pretty accomplished. The fact that I had wrote 300 entries is exciting! I think this is the greatest accomplishment right now. I feel such a failure every day, so this is something to cheer me up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway... (say this the way Ellen says it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At class today, I went uber late! I was probly 40 mins late, lol. I could've just skip the whole deal, but it will be such a waste (today is Monday and peeps who read my past entries will know why). AND...lecturer said something about wanting to discuss the MIDTERM questions. Okay seriously, what?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"THERE WAS A MIDTERM EXAM AND I DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Obviously...Nash, you're a moron!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Right above is an actual conversation I had with myself right after the lecturer's statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How could I miss my midterm exam?! It's okay if I do bad in it, at least I'll have marks! But skipping it all together? Argh I'm gonna kill myself! No wonder it doesn't make any sense if this subject didn't have a midterm, coz the lecturer didn't take attendance, no labs, only 3 assignments...so where will the marks go? It's impossible that the final exam will be so heavy with marks. Usually finals only counts for 50%. Oh my GOD what have I done? (what have I NOT done, actually)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UGH so, now I have to just wing it, and try to avoid failing! I would be sucha looozer if I fail this class AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-1890702898050980977?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/1890702898050980977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=1890702898050980977&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1890702898050980977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1890702898050980977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-just-so-you-all-know-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-8341360842027500286</id><published>2009-10-05T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:33:36.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am currently trying to drink coffee. Well not right now..but during this period. Over the weekend I bought a coffee from Tesco called Gold something, and I wonder what's up with these Gold labeled coffees? Nescafe have one, and I'm pretty sure every brand has one GOLD. What does it mean? Anyway, I noticed that Tesco coffees have the level of strongness. And I was definitely curious about that. For one, it's a spiffy label to give the idea on how strong the coffee is. But I don't know my tolerance towards coffee yet, so I chose level 3, which is medium strong. The scale is from 1-5, FYI. And I must say, it is quite strong for me! I drank this on Saturday night (quite a silly move, coz I'm not trying to stay up on a Saturday night!!) and sure enough, I can't sleep up until 5am. And it would been longer if I hadn't done something dramatic in bed...lol. I'm pretty impressed. I didn't bring it to the hostel, as I didn't have enough props here such as a kettle, a mug or spoons...I don't have sugar or creamer to add to the coffee, bla bla. Too much hassle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I see myself as a tea person. I believe people can be categorized as tea or coffee person. It's not that I don't like coffee, per se, but I just don't drink it often. Usually I only start drinking coffee when exam season comes. I just drink it for the caffeine I guess. Hmm, I don't think coffee tastes bad to me, it can be extremely yummy! I love the smell of coffee. My dad is an avid coffee drinker. He prefers those Alicafe no sugar added coffee (he's diabetic), and can take up to 5 tall mug a day. There's either no caffeine in those, or my dad have a very high tolerance for caffeine that it doesn't affect him anymore. He's always sleepy despite all that coffee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, back on topic. I think I don't really like the after taste. Coffee has this acidic aftertaste on my tongue afterward and that made my breath stink. I don't like anything that does that, Milo does that too, and I hate it. Some teas have that effect too, such as Lipton. Green tea is nice. I love Mate Tea. And the ultimate thing that I hate about coffee is the way it made me feel inside. No...not emotionally, ha ha! Emotionally I feel great. But my body always aches after drinking coffee. It feels like having fever, but minus the hot and colds. After experimenting for a bit throughout my coffee drinking experiences, I figured a solution to the prob. Um, not really solution, but it really lessen the aches a lot. I have to eat something before drinking coffee. Preferably something heavy, at least a bun or samich, and then I can proceed with the coffee. So, for those of you who had problems with coffee, you now know what to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee entry, end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-8341360842027500286?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/8341360842027500286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=8341360842027500286&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8341360842027500286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8341360842027500286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-currently-trying-to-drink-coffee.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-2814261653432973065</id><published>2009-10-03T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:30:20.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to a wedding today at Galeri Shah Alam. Kinda upset it was not mine... Ha ha just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know the bride and groom, coz the groom is my mom's coworker's son. No matter anyway coz I love going to weddings. For the free food! Yum the nasi minyak there was so delicious :D Can I have this caterer do my wedding? Tee hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways, I wanna talk about this in my blog. My mom's cousin was there at the wedding too, coincidentally coz her husband works at the same company as my mom. And she has her daughter with her. And I don't know her at all...how terrible am I?! And the girl was gorgeous...I feel bad to say this, but I really like to look at her. I wanna get to know her. I feel very attracted to her. Argh! What is this? I must be out of my mind! FYI, she's kinda at the same age as me. I wanna know where is she studying at. Argh, I just wanna get to know her! She's so gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am very confused right now. I hate it when I get lesbian tendencies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-2814261653432973065?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/2814261653432973065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=2814261653432973065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2814261653432973065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2814261653432973065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/10/went-to-wedding-today-at-galeri-shah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-923314054875393151</id><published>2009-10-01T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:16:53.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I decided to skip class all together, at the very last minute, 12.00PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tee hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Although, I can't help but feel bad, very bad, for my decision. I'm bad at making decisions. And the easiest of all decisions is to just run away from my problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dang it, I stayed here till Thursday, and I skipped the Thursday class! I could have gone to my driving school to take the dreaded QTI test. Dammit they said that after 8 hours of learning, I have to take the test first before proceeding. And the test is only available on Monday and Thurday. Dammit, dammit! I have classes on both days dangit! How am I supposed to take the test? I can't skip class right now coz exams is coming up (yet still, I am doing it right this moment, big duhhh). Monday class is important - Computer Science Theory - coz I've failed this subject a year ago and have to repeat it. So I really don't want to fail again. The Thursday class - Graphics Programming - is boring. I really don't pay attention at all as the lecturer is so boring. My mind just went blank while sitting in his class for approx. 2 hours. Sure, I don't wanna fail, but if the worst happens, I can take it again next semester...which I really don't wanna, but who knows what's gonna happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About my driving test, I dunno when I'll be able to take it. I just hope I don't forget all the lessons that I've learned though. I need to practice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need to call the school for clarification. And after that, I have to tell mom so that she wouldn't nag me and think that I don't wanna learn anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;:-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-923314054875393151?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/923314054875393151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=923314054875393151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/923314054875393151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/923314054875393151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-decided-to-skip-class-all-together-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-9132026828222943045</id><published>2009-09-30T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:29:26.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I reckon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should talk more about myself, rather than what I do everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeaaa... what I do everyday is boring, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody wants to know anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's just, I look back at my old entries, and I noticed that I never let my true colors out in my posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe you guys don't even know what are my favorite foods, or colors or even my zodiac sign!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So yeah, I'll definitely find some interesting things about myself that I could share with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And, I dunno if I will get any replies from this, but:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What do you guys wanna know about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I know I don't have many readers. But those of you who are, yes YOU..heh heh, please comment...I'll truly appreciate it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-9132026828222943045?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/9132026828222943045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=9132026828222943045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/9132026828222943045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/9132026828222943045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-reckon-i-should-talk-more-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6299563871156567039</id><published>2009-09-30T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:19:55.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Went to Midvalley/Gardens...eat lunch at McD then went straight into Borders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeshhhhh another book spree! Can't help it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So I spent my duit raya on books. I'm officially broke (again) until my next allowance from mommy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1. The curious incident of the dog in the night-time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. A Spot of Bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;^^ both by Mark Haddon (recommended by Khairul, thanks a lot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Girl Meets Boy - Ali Smith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;^^ random pick...hope it was worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4. How to Influence People and Win Friends - Dale Carnegie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;^^ a highly popular and acclaimed book in business and organization...I have to improve my people skillz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;5. CLEO magazine - I bought this just for the freebie, ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And yes I'm proud of myself for successfully abstain from buying more makeup. I didn't even walk into watsons or sasa :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My feet is killing me! I wore my new sneakers for the first time, so needless to say it was very painful. I can barely walk by the time I arrived in UKM. I walk better in sneakers, coz it's tough and rubbery (huh?), in other words, I don't feel like falling down or slipping as I do when I wear sandals. But my feet get sore much quicker and severe without my sandals/slippers. I guess you can't get everything perfect, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;---------        ----------        ---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm currently plagued with dilemma. I'm not sure if I should tell you. It involves a group project that I have to work with juniors. As you might know already, I don't like group projects as they requires working with other people, and also the tasks are much harder. Well, we have to pass up and present that on Friday. And...they haven't done anything yet! Well, I can't blame them, coz I also haven't done anything to contribute. But how can we manage to do it in less than 2 days? If it were for me, I would just give up and not do anything. Yup, that's how nonchalant I am about this subject. Because, 1: I don't know a thing about this graphic programming, let alone how to do a game out of it!, 2: We have less than 2 days to complete it, and 3: I have to go home on Thursday, never Friday. So how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My target for this subject is...acing the final exam. The final exam is worth 50%. Another 50% consists of assignments and projects that I never do. So if I ace the final exam, I will still pass the subject, even though not with flying colors lah. Well, passing is good enough for me right now. There's nothing I wanna do anymore in this school. I don't wanna study! I had enough already! I swear I will never go back to studying once I graduated. Good riddance my friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6299563871156567039?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6299563871156567039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6299563871156567039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6299563871156567039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6299563871156567039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/09/went-to-midvalleygardens.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-8377647918652379568</id><published>2009-09-28T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:50:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ha ha excuses, excuses..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This is what expected of me, yeahhh I......haven't record the song as promised..duhhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Saturday night, mommy dearest conquered the laptop to play Freecell! Up till midnight. My eyes are sore already so I just went to sleep. Huhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;On Sunday we went out...to check out Cash Converter in Sunway. Never went there before, so we got lost, stumble around, asking directions, bla bla...lastly, we made it there and we sold an old blender and a computer keyboard. Total cash made = RM16! How embarrassing! Ha ha! But all money is still good money. Money = money...So why not? After that, we went to Shah Alam to reccy the way to a wedding next week. Stumble around again, getting lost, found it. My uncle is living nearby, so we decide to give him a hari raya visit, since he didn't visit us first day of raya since he was in JB. Chatted some, me and my bro stuffed our faces with cakes...yum. Then, it's time for us to send me to UKM. Huhu...from Shah Alam we attempted to go straight to Bangi using the highway. Wrong move! We were soon cruising along to KLIA/Sepang area. We panicked a little...took a detour and soon, an exit to Bangi was found. How relieved! So I successfully spent the night back in my hostel room. Obviously I can't record no more coz my old trusty lappie doesn't have a webcam, the newbie at home does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Now my roomie is here all day, so no chance on audio recording either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Not like you guys wanna hear me wailing anyways. Right? Right??? Riiiiiiiiiiiight....ious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Me hungry...rah rah rahhhhh &gt;:-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm starting to feel like you, Khairul. I'm officially stuck here in this room. I'm beginning to feel awful sad! Yes it's normal for me especially after spending the last week at home, surrounded with laughter and goofing around with my bro. We love to alter raya songs to other nonsensical lyrics. And after that, we could not stop laughing our ass off! Mom would be pissed coz we cause a lot of noise when all she wanna do was watch her tv shows. Huh...it's sad to go from that scene to absolute loneliness in this room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Okay enough rambling tonight. Until next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-8377647918652379568?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/8377647918652379568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=8377647918652379568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8377647918652379568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8377647918652379568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/09/ha-ha-excuses-excuses.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6161490153614053444</id><published>2009-09-26T11:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:31:29.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Hello! I am happy to announce that...well, not happy, more like excited to try new things...umm...I am gonna sing (attempt to) and record myself and post it in this blog... Whaddya say???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ha ha ha. I never done this before, so I'm quite anxious, and I might cringe ALOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;So I think, first song will be I AM NOT A ROBOT by MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I dunno when I'm gonna record this song, though. Maybe tonight, hopefully. After all family members have gone to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Okay, stay tuned my dearies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: can you tell how obsessed I am about this song? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6161490153614053444?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6161490153614053444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6161490153614053444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6161490153614053444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6161490153614053444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-i-am-happy-to-announce-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-1527759652855723675</id><published>2009-09-26T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:26:34.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think it's time for a little music plug! (it has been so long since I've gushed about some awesome musician!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My current obsession is Marina and the Diamonds. I can't stop listening to her! She has some impressive vocals. Of course, I try to imitate her and of course I think I did a good job ha ha! Her 2 songs that I always sing is I Am Not a Robot, and Obsessions. It's sad that she haven't even released her first album yet...I can't grab her music and listen to it all day. I think that's the reason why her music is so hard to come by. Even Midomi.com (the online software used to recognize music from humming) have not listed her in the artist page. I really hope she will make it big one day, because she's amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kickinthepeanuts.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/marina-diamond.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 420px;" src="http://kickinthepeanuts.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/marina-diamond.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_oMD6-6q5Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_oMD6-6q5Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG she's black! She doesn't even look like herself under all that makeup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/np3QLrHJmRA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/np3QLrHJmRA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The ending of this vid is so surprising yet so predictable he he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-1527759652855723675?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/1527759652855723675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=1527759652855723675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1527759652855723675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1527759652855723675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-its-time-for-little-music-plug.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6907020119910048813</id><published>2009-09-23T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:47:45.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Today I drove my myvi car! Yeah I did it! I took over the car from my mom and went from Giant Bandar Puteri all the way to our house. It was a great feeling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Although I kept going to the side of the road...ha ha ha. But that didn't bother me! It still felt good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6907020119910048813?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6907020119910048813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6907020119910048813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6907020119910048813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6907020119910048813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-i-drove-my-myvi-car-yeah-i-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-7396390808990344697</id><published>2009-09-20T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:53:35.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hia everyone! I would like to wish all my readers a very happy Eid Mubarak! Hope you guys have fun and eat a LOT during this festive season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LETS GET FATTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-7396390808990344697?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/7396390808990344697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=7396390808990344697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/7396390808990344697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/7396390808990344697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/09/hia-everyone-i-would-like-to-wish-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-3459815979565070360</id><published>2009-09-15T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:05:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today is full of new stuffies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to Midvalley. Bought 4 new books at Borders. Finally bought The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. I admire Sylvia Plath...and it's a shame I never read her one and only novel ha ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got a new Revlon lipstick and I think it's the perfect shade for my lips. Yay I found my color! It's so pretty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I got my dvds I ordered yesterday. Just a bunch of Japanese dramas. Most of them was the shows I used to watch back when TV3 and NTV7 used to air Japanese dramas. I have to say that I missed the good old days when I will wait till the show would come up, and sit in front of the tv for an hour and laughed...the japanese have their own funny ways, yknow..he he he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, all in all, I feel so poor right about now, coz I spent so much today! I won't tell my mom, she will freak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow I will be back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;studying&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; attending class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uh, and after I got back from shopping, I got a massive nosebleed. Yup. I haven't had a nosebleed in so long! And just 5 minutes ago it bleeds again...ugh. In a strange way I'm kinda drawn to my blood...it's fuckin red! I'm bleeding! Amazing! I can be a frickin CSI and go do some tests on it! Whoa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-3459815979565070360?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/3459815979565070360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=3459815979565070360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3459815979565070360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3459815979565070360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/09/hi-today-is-full-of-new-stuffies-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-1192127005999431436</id><published>2009-09-14T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:01:41.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey...so...let's do something spontaneous today. I don't have any topic to tell you...but I do have some words that I don't understand. Lets find out together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, percolator. What is it? A dance move, maybe? Lets search Google:&lt;br /&gt;Found some definition on ThinkExist.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Percolator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;(n.)&lt;/i&gt; An apparatus for producing an extract from a drug by percolation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;(n.)&lt;/i&gt; A kind of coffee pot in which the heated water is caused to filter through the coffee and thus extract its essence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;(n.)&lt;/i&gt; One who, or that which, filters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..so it's a machine to extract something. The coffee pot is the popular one. So where's the dance...I heard "do the percolator" a couple of times here and there. I wanna know how it's done. I'm off to youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, look what I found on Urbandictionary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;a popular dance that no party is complete without. in order to percolate, you must rapidly gyrate your legs in time with the music, as well as pop your booty. kamel mcmillan of NCCU is considered to be the foremost authority on percolation. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; it's time for the percolator, it's time for the percolator... pop pop pop pop pop pop pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Haha looks fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zRjDnQhdjI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zRjDnQhdjI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, real time information searching with me! I had fun :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-1192127005999431436?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/1192127005999431436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=1192127005999431436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1192127005999431436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1192127005999431436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6696108305936322929</id><published>2009-09-13T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:17:14.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm getting better. I'm so proud of myself.&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/35908070-6696108305936322929?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6696108305936322929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6696108305936322929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6696108305936322929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6696108305936322929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-getting-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6849500600117480680</id><published>2009-09-11T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:32:46.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes it's fated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;disintegrated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;for fear of growing old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes it's fated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;assassinated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;for fear of getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't stop growing old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Placebo&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/35908070-6849500600117480680?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6849500600117480680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6849500600117480680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6849500600117480680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6849500600117480680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-its-fated-disintegrated-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6657354151680223976</id><published>2009-09-09T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:54:54.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think I'm now officially a fan of Placebo. Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I've known them for a long time..2003 perhaps. But I've only liked 2 songs from them...first is Every You Every Me...in 2003. And then the passion died...later I liked them again, downloaded a few songs...and that didn't last long...then I liked The Bitter End earlier this year. Umm so...that's my history with the band called Placebo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been searching for new music lately and come across Placebo again. I decided to listen to some of their tracks that I've never known before. And I immediately fell in love again. I began to wonder why haven't I fall in love with these guys after all these years! I'm downloading a complete discog of Placebo right now. I can totally see their music as my driving music. Haha nowadays I always try to find good driving songs. Over ambitious much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Update: I still suck at driving. Particularly at the clutch. I despise the clutch so much. Can't I just have the remote control and skip to the part where I get my license?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6657354151680223976?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6657354151680223976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6657354151680223976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6657354151680223976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6657354151680223976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-im-now-officially-fan-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-3298373496035551178</id><published>2009-09-07T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:44:42.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ZOMG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This blog is practically dead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh Nooooooeess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Don't worry, I will try my best to revive you babey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-3298373496035551178?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/3298373496035551178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=3298373496035551178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3298373496035551178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3298373496035551178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/09/zomg-this-blog-is-practically-dead-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6539444150860158214</id><published>2009-08-13T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:22:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Alright, I guess this is the time to write about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent passing of Yasmin Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I think of her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"She's a radiation of joy and positive energy."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't always like her movies...I think she meant well. It's just that I can't really relate to her stories, and I know a lot of people can't too. So now, maybe, maybe I'll try to watch her movies again to see if my perspective has changed since she passed away. It's crazy, does it take someone to die in order for us to understand that someone? I've never ever known who she was, up until she died, and tv shows about her just popped out outta nowhere. &lt;em&gt;Baru sekarang nak tribute la, ape la. Astro siap bukak satu channel khas untuk dia!&lt;/em&gt; WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pissed, of course. I'm just annoyed about this fact...and I'm doing it too. I just realized that life is too fragile! She was having a meeting when she collapsed, and the next day she's gone! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post has turned into a rant...sorry. All I wanna say is that, Yasmin Ahmad is a brilliant person and a very good daughter. She makes movies just to entertain her parents. I know I could never be her in respect to making my parents happy. I feel guilty that I burden my parents so much. I don't know why, but somebody inside of me just had to rebel. &lt;em&gt;Degil, taknak ikut cakap mak bapak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...so...yeah...it's raining now...huhu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6539444150860158214?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6539444150860158214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6539444150860158214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6539444150860158214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6539444150860158214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/08/alright-i-guess-this-is-time-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-3368024897387978807</id><published>2009-08-04T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:34:15.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I went window shopping today @ Midvalley. FYI Tuesday is my free day so it could also be called my retail therapy day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the posh part of Midvalley = The Gardens Mall. Of course I didn't check out the super expensive branded shops...too scared and embarrassed la...I know who I am...hahah. I just went to Borders...finally! I don't have much money so I didn't buy any books, just Glamour magazine. Oh Sushi Zanmai and Art Friend is right next to Borders! Ahaha those 2 places are in my check out list. I went into Art Friend, but I didn't go to Sushi Zanmai coz I ate KFC already. I had the new one, Cheezy Chickaroni and it sucked! I'm so pissed that I didn't just order Spicy Chicken snack plate like I always did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was quite fun just because I'm out of the room and walking around looking at nice things. Though I'm so exhausted, and transportations didn't go my way. But I know now what time I should wait for the bus and trains. Learned my lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items bought:&lt;br /&gt;1. Elianto Eyeshadow Brush (thank god i didn't get influenced to buy other thangs)&lt;br /&gt;2. SilkyGirl Lipliner&lt;br /&gt;3. An earring from Sinma&lt;br /&gt;4. Glamour magazine&lt;br /&gt;5. Embroidery Hoop from Art Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Art Friend shop has so many things art related! I'm excited but I haven't really got into arts yet. I'll have to start studying arts now, ha ha! It has many types of paints, pencils, graphite, canvas, paper, felt, and even embroidery threads! Oh and I saw some pieces made out of...ugh whats it called?...uhhh kinda like porcelain...they are already shaped and carved, they have mugs, some unicorn, frames, plate, and lots more. There's a reason why I'm attracted to them. They reminded me of my childhood! Yes I remembered there was this kids art shop in my hometown, and they have A LOT of that stuff. And I loved them and asked my mom can I paint it? And it sorta became my hobby for a brief period of time. I painted them at the shop and added glitters and stuff. And I once asked my mom can I sprinkle the glitter on me and fly?? Haha that's from Peter Pan btw...Ah memories...too bad the shop closed soon after and I was sad that I can't paint the porcelains anymore. So that's my story. I'm excited that I finally found an art shop. These kinda shops are so hard to come by, you know. And now that I have my embroidery hoop, lets hope that I can start my cross stitch project with no problem sooooon! I just HAD to choose a BIG project as my first ever...huhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: It's ceramics, not porcelain.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-3368024897387978807?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/3368024897387978807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=3368024897387978807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3368024897387978807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3368024897387978807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-window-shopping-today-midvalley.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-2962898250925842494</id><published>2009-08-03T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:34:57.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last weekend I went to Reject Shop at IOI Mall. Now they are having a massive sale! And to my surprise, they have much more clothes there compared to when I last went there. I saw a spongebob pants and I just snatched it in a second! It was toooo cute! It's like some kids sleeping pants but oversized! Hahaha I cracked up everytime I see it. Saturday night, I wore it and I can't stop giggling. Thats the power that spongeboop has over me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found this corduroy jacket. And I've always wanted a jacket, so I'm excited that it had my size. So I bought it and the price tag said RM 30+. But when we paid, it stated RM 7!!! Whoaaa we asked the cashier if it's true...and she said yeah, coz it's on clearance or something...hahaha I was so happy! When else will I find something my size as cheap as this?!!! I'm thrilled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm loving my 2 new items right now! I just wish this country wasn't this hot...I cannot wear this without sweating like hell, unless it was windy or at night...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-2962898250925842494?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/2962898250925842494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=2962898250925842494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2962898250925842494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2962898250925842494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-weekend-i-went-to-reject-shop-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-9204017444790188452</id><published>2009-07-27T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:09:57.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got a little dream out of my little nap from 6pm till 8pm! It involves TORI and NEIL!! Wow thats a stretch, coz I didn't even think about them lately! Whoa I'm so excited. I can't get over how amazingly beautiful Tori looked. And Neil is tall and handsome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, turns out that I'm back in school and class is over. I called my mom to pick me up but she said she's busy. She asked me to find someone else who is free at the time. And guess what? I called Tori, wtf, I have her number?! And she's glad she could pick me up at my school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came with a big mpv like car. I saw her and I'm completely stunned. She's gorgeous! Like a goddess. And I saw her posses...but for some reason they are not Isabel, Pip, Clyde, etc. No, but they are her lookalikes and were edgier and prettier than Tori's real life posses. Amazing. And Neil Gaiman was in the back seat by himself. I sat next to him and was starstruck. He's tall. And for some reason I felt very comfortable next to him. Almost feel like hugging him. I don't know what we talked about, but I don't feel awkward, almost felt like meeting an uncle. Tori also felt like an aunt, a very strong independent type aunt. She's driving, so I don't interact much with her. Which is a shame. But I was satisfied just seeing her in all her glory and beauty...ahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the rest of the dream...though the last thing I remember is of myself worrying if my parents did come to pick me up but I wasn't there. That's all...that journey in Tori's car was the best thing evar happened in my dreams!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-9204017444790188452?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/9204017444790188452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=9204017444790188452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/9204017444790188452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/9204017444790188452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/07/got-little-dream-out-of-my-little-nap.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-863058586596629596</id><published>2009-07-23T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:26:11.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Since the day I watched the movie Choke, I can't seem to get it off my mind. Not the movie itself, but the music. The movie was just bleh...interesting story, but too much nudity haha :) I love the actor though. For some reason, I find him to be hot even though he's kinda old. He's Sam Rockwell, I dunno if any of you know him, but I remember him from Charlie's Angel, played the bad guy who tricked Drew Barrimore. Enough about the movie, it's all about the music! The ending track was BEAUTIFUL. Hauntingly beautiful. It's Reckoner by Radiohead. In my opinion it was the perfect ending song for the movie. The way the ending scene was crafted with this song is just amazing. I'm in love with this song now. I can't get it off my head, actually. It will be played on and on until I play something else on my playlist. I effin love this song!!!! No I won't post this song here coz who cares...haha go search for it yourself if you wanna go check it out. Just don't go and check out this movie though coz it's evil. It will pollute your mind with sex and nudity and dirtyness that you just can't wipe off of your mind. Your mind will be doomed forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do wanna go and check out the book written by Chuck Palahniuk. It's called Choke as well. If you guys don't know him, he's the writer famous for writing Fight Club. Yeah that's another disturbing movie you don't wanna know. So... people got the idea on how he writes his stuffs. He has got the skill to pollute your mind while you just sat there unable to stop turning the pages. Personally I haven't read his books. But I've seen Fight Club the movie. And Choke the movie. And I think, with all book adaptations, the movie is not going to be as perfect as the book. Because...it's a book adaptation. Therefore, it is based on the book, and many scriptwriters skipped some of the vital stuff in the book to accommodate the budget and time. Soooo...I really wanna get the full take on what the story is all about. I wanna go buy the book as soon as I have the money, time and energy to go to MPH or Borders Midvalley again. I love going to Midvalley, coz it's easy to get there via Komuter from UKM. It's less of a hassle than to beg my mom to go to the bookstore. Besides, Puchong sucks. There's only Popular Bookstore in IOI Mall. BOOOOOOOOOO! Popular sucks. Just depend on popularity only. Get it? Haha. You know what's my ultimate goal, in the books department? I wanna go to Kinokuniya KLCC! But I dunno when that's gonna happen. I think I can go and change to LRT at KL Sentral but I'm scared I'll get lost. BOOHOOOO. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my stream-of-consciousness writing style today. It's just that I wanna get writing and not think too much. If I think too much, I'll never write anything in this blog again. My life is very boring this time. So I don't have anything exciting to tell you guys. And that's really a bummer, coz I enjoy writing here in my blog. But how can I do that if I have no news to tell? This is exactly why I have no mood to go to class. I feel so lifeless. The only thing that's keeping me alive these days is the internet. I love spending time on the internet. Even though I can't pinpoint what exactly that I did, if anyone ever asks me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all from me today, stay safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-863058586596629596?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/863058586596629596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=863058586596629596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/863058586596629596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/863058586596629596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/07/since-day-i-watched-movie-choke-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6272746114765006044</id><published>2009-07-13T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:15:07.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to driving school! Have to start from the beginning. Retake the beginner class. Scolded by the auntie who works there, she said it's such a loss that I re-register late coz my L licence expired liao. Huhu. So back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because the teacher showed us so many clips of car accidents videos, I became amused by it. Kinda sick...but I don't ENJOY watching car crash. But just amazed and intrigue by such incidents. Mostly they invoke fear so that I will be careful when I'm driving. It's sad that most of these accidents happen because of people who drive recklessly and didn't follow the rules. And the sickest part is that these accidents involved innocent people who didn't see it coming. It's okay if you wanna kill yourself, but in this case, you are dragging other people down with you. What have they done that made you wanna kill them too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geram gerammm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows that we can never be too careful. Sometimes a car or a truck can come out of nowhere and hit you while you are walking on a pavement. So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live every day like it is your last...I guess. That's the only thing to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6272746114765006044?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6272746114765006044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6272746114765006044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6272746114765006044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6272746114765006044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-back-to-driving-school-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6459650676416220850</id><published>2009-07-08T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:57:33.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yeayeaa aku dah antar disertasi kat ofis faculty! Setelah menunggu seminggu untuk jilid siap! Bengong punya kedai jilid...org lain dapat 3 hari siap. Dia lambat nak mati...cemas aku dibuatnya. Dan menyusahkan kedua orang tua ku yang disayangi. Aku dah naik UKM pun tak siap lagi. Akibatnya mak bapak aku terpaksa gi hantar 2 buah buku hijau tu ke UKM malam tadi. Dah la dorang dua dua rabun...lagi terpaksa antar disertasi malam2 buta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya perasaan merdeka datang juga! Yeah! Jangan la perkara malang yang lain melanda...sekarang saya mau enjoy seenjoy enjoynya!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6459650676416220850?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6459650676416220850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6459650676416220850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6459650676416220850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6459650676416220850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeayeaa-aku-dah-antar-disertasi-kat.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-5553163482679424392</id><published>2009-07-02T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:29:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This comment on one of his vid is exactly how I feel about him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Strangely, I did the same, for an unknown reason a few weeks ago I browsed a lot of old videos of MJ and﻿ I am not a big big fan of him (at least not at that time). I grew up listening to MJ "passively" and it is part of my life. When he passed out I really could appreciate all of his legacy, and get to the impossibly to avoid conclusion: he is the greatest artist that ever lived on our century.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-5553163482679424392?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/5553163482679424392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=5553163482679424392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5553163482679424392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5553163482679424392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-comment-on-one-of-his-vid-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-5318179811213404321</id><published>2009-07-02T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:10:05.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My youtube watching craze: First Tori Amos live vids...now it evolved into Michael Jackson's vids! He can really dance! I guess I've never really watched him as he was only famous around the time when I was very young. After that he was just known for his scandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a poor dude. I did some research, like I always did. And my intuition was right. I knew that he changed his face so much because he didn't want to look like his father. That's really the extend of his disgust toward his dad. If you guys saw the interview at the BET awards, you can clearly see that his father don't even care about the fact that his son just died. In fact, he had the guts to promote his record company! What a douche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say something here. Michael's kids don't look like him. I reasoned this the other day. If even you bleached your skin white, your genes still have your DNA. So Michael is born black. Shouldn't his kids at least be tanned?? AT LEAST! I mean, look at me. I'm half malay and half chinese. My dad is dark, my mom is white. So my brother and I are slightly darker because my dad's gene has combined with my mom's to create us. It doesn't make any sense that his kids didn't have any resemblance to him. It could mean one thing: He hired a sperm donor. I thought long and hard on why he did this...surrogate...sperm donor...some sources also said that he only married Debbie Rowe because she was a surrogate mother to his kid and so that it won't look weird to public eye if the truth was revealed. But after his second kid came along, Debbie Rowe discovered that she could not get pregnant anymore because her womb was injured. So he decided to divorce her for that. His third child was the only one whom he confessed was carried by a surrogate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why? Well, I figured that maybe: He didn't want to pass down his genes to his kids. As I stated above, he hated his dad so much. He changed his face so as to not look like his father every time he looked in the mirror. Now, why would he make babies who will look like his father? It's so sad that his father made this big of an impact over his life. If it wasn't for his dad, maybe he could have led a happier life! Well, things happen for a reason. There's just one thing Joe Jackson did, that is to bring Michael into the world. That's it. Ugh I really hate that Joe Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know in my heart that Michael Jackson is not a pedophile. I didn't believe it once! He's too good and gentle to be a villain. He's just a big child. He didn't have a childhood. He grew up too fast. People must understand that. The cancer kid just making the story up. And the parents just want the money! Can't you see? Michael is wealthy. Of course some people will take advantage of him and his situation! I hate people who said he's a pedophile. Hope you rot in hell! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-5318179811213404321?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/5318179811213404321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=5318179811213404321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5318179811213404321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5318179811213404321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-youtube-watching-craze-first-tori.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-5446396222844030787</id><published>2009-06-30T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:12:48.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I finished my thesis! Presented it yesterday. It was horrible. I don't wanna think about it anymore. I certainly won't be going through that again EVAR! I'll try to avoid any sort of work that involve superiors scrutinizing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm enjoying my freedom from headaches and panic caused by the thesis project! Yippee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-5446396222844030787?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/5446396222844030787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=5446396222844030787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5446396222844030787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5446396222844030787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-finished-my-thesis-presented-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-3027164845702941613</id><published>2009-06-28T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:39:44.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It's been so long! I knew about this after I woke up on Friday. So I'm late not because I didn't know about the news, but I was so busy to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Michael Jackson passed away. God bless him. I never thought he will go this fast. I always thought he would be here forever. This goes on to show that every body has to die someday. And we never know when we gonna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, it's funny. How every channel and radio now plays his songs now. People began to watch his vid on youtube more. They never even bothered before this. And now everyone is obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't really know how to explain it myself. I'm not a big fan. But I listen to one of his song on my playlist every day. That song is Human Nature. So I guess I'm not that obvious. It's not that I never listen to him in so long but suddenly wanting to listen to all of his songs after he died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did rediscovered a song that I loved as a child as a result of this 'phenomenon'. I found They don't Really Care About Us! It really reminded me of my childhood. Hmm come to think of it, all of his songs and videos reminds me of my childhood. My mom said that he was at his prime at that point of time. I remembered that I was young and saw him on tv and thought "Is this a man or a woman?" Haha I was so young! Well, he looked weird, so naturally I was a little curious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another memory I have of him was when he came to Malaysia for his tour. I was still young at that time. I saw a report on tv and there was a footage of him in a car. The car was driving away, and fans were screaming and crying! They followed the car and grabbed the windows and doors. Crying and screaming like maniacs. And I was like "Why are they crying?? They like him or not??" LOL memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm glad that he converted to Islam before he died. I hope he's blessed by Allah. Rest in peace Michael. We will miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-3027164845702941613?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/3027164845702941613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=3027164845702941613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3027164845702941613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3027164845702941613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-so-long-i-knew-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-5028088792120181080</id><published>2009-06-18T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:39:59.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ah, I forgot to update. My phone is now with me. Hehe. Awa found it in her car and kept it for me. Thank God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-5028088792120181080?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/5028088792120181080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=5028088792120181080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5028088792120181080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5028088792120181080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/06/ah-i-forgot-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-1111111512848633644</id><published>2009-06-15T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:37:47.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm currently feeling down because I accidentally left my handphone in Awa's car. Huhu... I never thought I would be so lost without it. It must have slipped out of my pocket when I sat inside the car on the way home. I hope it will still be in the car tomorrow. I don't want it to be gone forever! Now I'm worried if my family calls or texts me. And I don;t know how will I wake up tomorrow morning. I rely heavily on the phone alarm! I even had set 2 alarms with different time, so I can wake up every morning without fail. Oh well...&lt;/span&gt; Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In other news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got sunburned last weekend. Went to PD beach for family gathering. I wore blouse! Bad move. I should've wore tshirt from the start. Needless to say I didn't swim. Just play with water and searching for little shells creature called 'remis'. Despite my brief time spent in the sun, I still got sunburned. My lower arms and around my collarbone area was red. Now it has subsided, and my arms got darker! Argh nooo! Haha Awa noticed that at class...she said I looked different and it was the dark arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish to go back to PD beach another time. I was not satisfied with my family day coz I didn't get to play and swim. Other time, I wanna go there with friends pulak. That would be awesome! Just us kids. No adults. Well, technically we're adults now, haha. But we're YOUNG adults. No OLD adults allowed. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woohoo True Blood Season 2 is here! I downloaded the first episode this afternoon, and by the time I got home from class, it's done! I watched the episode and it was amazing. I'm so glad Lafayette is still alive, phewww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And my Acmamall book order has arrived. I'm so relieved. I purchased Living Dead In Dallas and Club Dead, which is from the Sookie Stackhouse series. FYI, that book series is the basis of True Blood. And season 2 is supposed to be based on the Living Dead book. I'm reading it now. But as everyone know, I'm getting bored of reading books. I dunno why, it seems like I lost my love of books now. I don't know if people do that? I can't seem to focus long enough to wanna finish the book. I used to be able to finish a book like that overnight, easy! Now I can't even finish a chapter without being restless. Sigh...nothing I can do about it :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now I'm into music. Discovering music, to be precise. I love it. I would love it more if Youtube is faster, but eh, gotta work with what I have. Okay I'm gonna share with you guys a website that I use. It is called Music Map. You just type the artist that you love, or artists that you know, and the site will search for similar sounds to that artists and display them in map. Very interesting, and you could search the artists in the results to listen to their songs!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Map! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.music-map.com/"&gt;www.music-map.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-1111111512848633644?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/1111111512848633644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=1111111512848633644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1111111512848633644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1111111512848633644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-currently-feeling-down-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-2363383849406522297</id><published>2009-06-07T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:36:22.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Random thought of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought I hated Kristen Stewart. But now when I look at her again, I kinda like her. She's cool. She sounds like the kinda person that I would like to be friends with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-2363383849406522297?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/2363383849406522297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=2363383849406522297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2363383849406522297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2363383849406522297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thought-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-128287799721277512</id><published>2009-06-06T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:41:37.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I realized. In a sense, I'm just like Bella. Except I don't wear hoodies. Perhaps I should, but this country is too hot for that. And I'm also not as pretty and thin as her. Maybe this is why despite my awkwardness, I never got noticed by guys. Not even vampires :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-128287799721277512?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/128287799721277512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=128287799721277512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/128287799721277512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/128287799721277512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6300803107303026594</id><published>2009-06-04T10:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T11:17:44.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what's new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Umm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The lessons are getting harder. Duh what dya expect? :) And I'm pretending to do the lab exercise as we speak. Not very professional...haha. The days are long. I can't wait for the day to be over. We might be in a class, but the hours are practically WORKING HOURS. 9 to 5. Come to think of it, maybe it's to prepare us for the working life. That will be soon. Argh. Never mind, I will still stuck in this uni for one more semester. LOSER.  Haha. Most of my friends will be graduating this August. *sob sob* :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On to a more happier note, I am currently in love with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://angstgoddess003.livejournal.com/"&gt;WIDE AWAKE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. It's basically a spin on the Twilight series, but it has a different storyline. So it's NOT A VAMPIRE STORY. Thank God, I'm getting tired of vampire stories just popping everywhere! Enough already! OK back to the story, this story has the same characters as in Twilight, but they are not vampires. And the story is different and original. It revolves around Edward and Bella, who cannot fall asleep without having terrible nightmares. They each have a horrible past and the vision keeps scaring them at night. I don't wanna spoil it for everyone, so lets stop there. Honestly, I love this story more than the Twilight series. Hands down the best fanfic ever! I haven't even have any interest on catching up on my reading New Moon. But I have been reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://angstgoddess003.livejournal.com/"&gt;WIDE AWAKE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; every night since last week and I can't stop. Of course, I have priorities...have to sleep to wake up early the next day...blabla. If not, I will just read this story till end! It has 49 chapters (ALOT!) and I don't know if that's it, or the author will add some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So yeah...I printed the chapters out for easier reading. But sadly, my printer ran out of ink on chapter 43...so sad. Looks like I'll have to buy the ink this weekend. Bummer. Luckily I still have a lot to read...I'm still on chapter 27 :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please, please check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://angstgoddess003.livejournal.com/"&gt;WIDE AWAKE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Even if you don't like Twilight! It has nothing to do with Twilight at all. Just the character names and that's it. Just a warning: It's a bit NSFW, and only 18 above can read. Though if it's me, anyone with an open mind can read anything M rating haha. Just depends on how you view life, that's all ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6300803107303026594?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6300803107303026594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6300803107303026594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6300803107303026594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6300803107303026594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-whats-new-umm.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-322750296419602414</id><published>2009-06-01T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:25:36.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/SiPVYVPJqWI/AAAAAAAAASA/mZQ8riL7--U/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/SiPVYVPJqWI/AAAAAAAAASA/mZQ8riL7--U/s400/DSC01048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342348196985809250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/SiPVYE6plkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/cKyCHNa-7-k/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/SiPVYE6plkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/cKyCHNa-7-k/s400/DSC01047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342348192604853826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/SiPVYGcnMAI/AAAAAAAAARw/IhbbSTXGSps/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/SiPVYGcnMAI/AAAAAAAAARw/IhbbSTXGSps/s400/DSC01049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342348193015738370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/SiPVXxz3UwI/AAAAAAAAARo/F66t3mffrqc/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/SiPVXxz3UwI/AAAAAAAAARo/F66t3mffrqc/s400/DSC01046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342348187476120322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I finally got my car! Orange Myvi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too bad I still can't drive, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the plate number is 8722, not 8721...huhu&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/35908070-322750296419602414?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/322750296419602414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=322750296419602414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/322750296419602414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/322750296419602414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-finally-got-my-car-orange-myvi-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/SiPVYVPJqWI/AAAAAAAAASA/mZQ8riL7--U/s72-c/DSC01048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-1796415959294642581</id><published>2009-05-28T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:11:16.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;OMG did I just woke up because of someone's BO?? Thats a first. The weird thing is, I seem to notice the smell in my dream and I unconsciously (well maybe consciously coz I remembered doing it?) smell my own pits before judging LOL! I took a whiff of my 2 armpits and I still smell nice coz I wore deodorant earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So I realised that my roomate's friend stinks. And she interrupted my peaceful nap. I need at least 2 more hours dammit! Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it. Not like I can spray her with my nice perfume anyways. I can't get the animation of that off my head. I can just see that happening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-1796415959294642581?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/1796415959294642581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=1796415959294642581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1796415959294642581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1796415959294642581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-did-i-just-woke-up-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-1309793093756999863</id><published>2009-05-28T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:02:08.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/Sh6LByhlVVI/AAAAAAAAARg/bq9Lrlv9bFk/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/Sh6LByhlVVI/AAAAAAAAARg/bq9Lrlv9bFk/s400/DSC01045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340859070966748498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My books. Giving me hell since day 1!!! Now we're half way through. I just hope my arms won't fell off by the end of the course :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-1309793093756999863?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/1309793093756999863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=1309793093756999863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1309793093756999863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1309793093756999863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/Sh6LByhlVVI/AAAAAAAAARg/bq9Lrlv9bFk/s72-c/DSC01045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-4569608338081199204</id><published>2009-05-26T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:25:12.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The 3P program started this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;3P = Industry Based Certification Program. It is free of charge coz the ministry paid for us. What an opportunity to grab, as it worth thousands of dollars. Usually this course is taken by employees to become a professional in their field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I took the IBM Database Admin course. I should've taken ASP.NET, coz I want to be able to build an AMAZING system. But well, I gotta accept my fate and just roll with it. At least I will be a good database admin person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;All in all, class was boring. Then again, this is just day one. Hopefully it will get better. We already been assigned to a presentation assignment! Gahhh I hate presentations and group assignments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;We were given 2 books. Both VERY MASSIVE! AND HEAVY AS HELL! I will post pictures tomorrow coz I left my books in Awa's car. I can't be bothered to carry them up to my room. TOo heavy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Okay just wanted to let you guys know what I was up to. Just in time for bed. Gotta rise early tomorrow. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-4569608338081199204?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/4569608338081199204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=4569608338081199204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4569608338081199204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4569608338081199204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/05/3p-program-started-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-3571384298488555685</id><published>2009-05-20T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:03:16.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-3571384298488555685?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/3571384298488555685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=3571384298488555685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3571384298488555685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3571384298488555685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-7375985959633009209</id><published>2009-05-15T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:22:59.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Checked myself into the hostel this morning. It was the easiest and speediest registration EVAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I must say that this new room is way better than my previous. The mattress is THICK! Omg heaven. I slept as soon as I arrive. I was not feeling so great after downing 2 packets of nescafe rich last night. The wardrobe is nice. I got a towel rail. May not seem much, but way better than my previous room. The fan is fast too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got the nearest block of the hostel. It's near to the bus stop. And it is facing the road. So the only downside is the noise of buses. Vehicles. It's the opposite of my previous room which faces the forest :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So yeah I like my new room. I'll go home tomorrow to watch the finale of AF7. Teehee. But I'll remember to do my work and finish my system. I hate feeling so helpless. Like what I felt from last night to this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-7375985959633009209?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/7375985959633009209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=7375985959633009209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/7375985959633009209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/7375985959633009209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/05/checked-myself-into-hostel-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-4373696677325156480</id><published>2009-05-12T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:30:26.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother's Day was funny. We didn't gave her anything, but SHE took us shopping and buy things for us. How appropriate!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks mak! Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I promise I will buy you nice things with my first paycheck. Yeah! (wonder when that'll be...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-4373696677325156480?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/4373696677325156480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=4373696677325156480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4373696677325156480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4373696677325156480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-was-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-8294174050013872999</id><published>2009-05-08T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:48:20.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just came back from meeting with my supervisor. I haven't seen her in a loong time, 2 month at least. And I'm scared as hell this morning, contemplating whether to see her or not. Finally, I just went ahead and picked up my damn phone and called her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo relieved that she's not angry with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanted to extend my thesis viva, but she talked me out of it. The reason is very reasonable and wise: If I extend the deadline, I will drop one grade from the evaluation. She asked me if I extended, can I do an AMAZING job on it? Because if my project is average to mediocre, I can't risk dropping a grade! Imagine, if I got the final grade of B. It will drop one grade to B-. What happens if I got C??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, I didn't extend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I will do my best to complete the damn thing before the deadline. I don't wanna wait and burden my thoughts on my thesis any longer! I'm going crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-8294174050013872999?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/8294174050013872999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=8294174050013872999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8294174050013872999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8294174050013872999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-came-back-from-meeting-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-1544056876803570788</id><published>2009-05-07T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:12:29.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exams over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algorithm was tolerable. I have done worse in Networking! All this because I actually study and try to understand. I hope I got most of the answer right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I have to finish my project thesis in one night. Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *extra long sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-1544056876803570788?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/1544056876803570788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=1544056876803570788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1544056876803570788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/1544056876803570788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/05/exams-over-algorithm-was-tolerable.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-2068462567479951989</id><published>2009-05-05T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:27:09.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My eyes can't take it anymore. I'm in the middle of chapter 3. Gotta get up early tomorrow and continue my reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-2068462567479951989?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/2068462567479951989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=2068462567479951989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2068462567479951989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2068462567479951989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-eyes-cant-take-it-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-8125460336559930857</id><published>2009-05-04T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:27:57.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still not in study mode yet. I had just watched True Blood S01e04 &amp;amp; S01E05 back to back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somehow the fact that it's ALGORITHM EXAM makes it harder to start feeling the book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um speaking of the book, I kinda tore it out. That sounds evil, haha. Nah, I tore the pages off so I can read better. The book is photostat-ed very badly...the kind where you can barely read the end of each sentence. It's really a bummer when you finally can understand the words but then disrupted by reaching the end of the page near the spine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will get myself to read that book by tonight. At least until chapter 4! Wish me luck (if anyone even read my blog anymore. and all you invisible and anonymous readers...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-8125460336559930857?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/8125460336559930857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=8125460336559930857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8125460336559930857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8125460336559930857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-still-not-in-study-mode-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-518940445933002441</id><published>2009-04-30T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:43:43.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Exams suck!!!! HATE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I ponder about many things during the exam 2 hours ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;How did I chose this course in the first place? What will I do if I fail? Will anybody give me a job? What will I say to sell myself during an interview so as to make up for my grades? Should I go and work retail while repeating subjects? Should I just focus on jobs that require minimum brain capacity? Would I be able to answer the paper if I studied hard from the beginning? Why did the stupid university arrange the course plan with hard subjects on the final semester along with thesis? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I feel like such a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't wanna keep repeating that to myself. But somehow I can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-518940445933002441?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/518940445933002441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=518940445933002441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/518940445933002441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/518940445933002441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/exams-suck-hate-i-ponder-about-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-5242469374869638460</id><published>2009-04-28T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:09:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm soon to be a proud owner of orange myvi! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-5242469374869638460?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/5242469374869638460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=5242469374869638460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5242469374869638460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5242469374869638460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-soon-to-be-proud-owner-of-orange.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-565049728786542588</id><published>2009-04-22T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:13:25.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well well, guess what I just discovered? My story that I talked about that I posted online! Things come to me when I'm not looking. I was so shocked and relieved to see that it is still there. It was FICTIONPRESS! And my pen name is 'psychedelic breeze'. I even got 3 nice reviews...hehe I'm so happy :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Actually I was lurking around FANFICTION.NET and reading a few stories. I registered so I can join in the fun. Then I decided to google more sites like that. So I googles 'fiction'. I clicked FICTIONPRESS. And I try to login. And I passed!!! What a shocker, coz you see, I don't even remember that I'm registered to the site. Surely enough, when I clicked my profile, my story is still there, and my name is still 'psychedelic breeze'. Yessss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you guys care to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1965497/1/Jake"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;? Thanks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-565049728786542588?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/565049728786542588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=565049728786542588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/565049728786542588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/565049728786542588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-well-guess-what-i-just-discovered.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-8400986612056945948</id><published>2009-04-21T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:09:54.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Watched the pilot of True Blood! It is a good show! Better than Twilight! But it's too early to judge. I am downloading S01E02 now. I can't wait to see what happened to Sookie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I am aware of this show coz I've heard about it around the net. Never pay any attention to it, until I saw advertisement on paper or tv (can't remember), that HBO or cinemax asia will air it in Astro. Haha. But then I researched and they said it's NSFW, and it has an R rating. So fo sho Astro (Malaysian gov) will censor the shit out of it. What's the point, right? So I decided to download the pilot to see if it's any good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;One of my impulsive downloads. Along with Sleeping Beauty. Don't laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So this show is very good in my opinion. I love the pilot so much. I love how Sookie can read minds. Coz that's what I secretly wanted :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Today was my first day of final exams. Artificial Intelligence. Hard! But doable. In my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-8400986612056945948?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/8400986612056945948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=8400986612056945948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8400986612056945948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8400986612056945948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/watched-pilot-of-true-blood-it-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-587339141386771495</id><published>2009-04-21T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:23:22.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Currently I feel so inspired to write. I haven't done creative writing for a long long time. The last time was when I was in form 5. I was very active then, coz my English teacher gave essay homework every week. And that is where I know I can write decent stories. I wanna try and do it again. I actually have put online one of my stories, but I can't remember the site, for the life of me! Ugh what is the site's name? I only remember my username psychedelic_breeze...I googled it and it's hopeless. Maybe the site has shut down. Too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;So, why now? I hate myself sometimes. I seem to enjoy killing myself. I should be studying! This is so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-587339141386771495?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/587339141386771495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=587339141386771495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/587339141386771495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/587339141386771495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/currently-i-feel-so-inspired-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-2661018687707343068</id><published>2009-04-20T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:18:20.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN TWILIGHT, AND YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS, STOP NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Discovered that Robert Pattinson is musical. Weeeeee! That's so cool! And I discovered that the soulful and painfully beautiful song during the flashback scenes after bella fell unconscious and before she opened her eyes in the hospital was his song, and sang by him!!! I felt like passing out from excitement over this new little info! P/s: I'm not a fangirl teenybopper. But I'm glad that he got other talent other than making girls scream and faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like his voice a lot. This is my kinda thing. People commented that he sings like a drunk. They can't understand what he's singing about, and then go on about how he suck at being a musician. But I like drunk singing! Look at my other fav musicians; Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, TORI AMOS, Elizabeth Fraser, etc. They all sing vaguely. And that's the beautiful thing. They are using their voices as an instrument itself. The words aren't necessary. Sometimes, I don't know if it's just me, I love songs like that more because I can feel the meaning of the song just by listening to the molody and the voice. Who needs lyrics? Who needs lyrics that makes sense if you can figure out everything just by the raw emotion in the voice. You guys should practice this by listening to Cocteau Twins. All their songs are undecipherable lyrically. But just listen...that's what music is all about! P/s: Cocteau Twins's lead singer is Elizabeth Fraser and I love her to bits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, I love that Rob is into music. He should go and make an album. I'd totally buy it! (or download it lol shhh don't tell him!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWILIGHT REVIEW AHEAD! spoilers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I realized that I'm not really swooning over Rob. I'm quite surprised too. Coz all girls go craaaazy over him. But not me. I think it's a good thing...hehe. I just admire him for his talent. Though I must admit that he's not that good as Edward. He's a little too forced and unnatural. I somehow blame it on the director, though. I feel that she didn't really coach them on how to act on the characters. Kristen Stewart was AWFUL! She made Bella seemed like she has this one-track personality, while the real Bella has much more sides of her. Ugh I'm just disappointed. The chemistry between them is so awkward, and that is because the scenes were rushed. The director or screenwriter should've put more scenes where they shared meaningful conversations and the getting to know each other phase. In the book, they were always asking questions to each other, and their relationship develops. And their relationship was FUN! Not always somber and gloomy :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With that said, the movie was just OK, really need to step it up a notch by the next movie coming out in 2011. Really need to improve! Sometimes I feel like I wanna be the director! I'll go next to the set of New Moon, and during breaks I will coax the actors to go to my set and re-act the Twilight movie! And I will shoot it in my way! And I have this brilliant conversation with my bro the other day, he said wow that can be a parody movie. I said, well, the real movie itself is comparable to a parody movie, so what should we call this?? He said, it's a parody of a parody, so its neutralizes and makes my movie the actual Twilight movie! How awesome! (im rambling, hope you can understand). Hmm, not sure if the cast will agree to it. I think I'll spike their drink with some substance that'll make them obey to my commands! Muahahahhhaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But seriously, I have great vision on how I wanna direct this movie. I'll make a great director. Please let this new director be good! And please send all the cast to an acting school! They are godawful! Kristen is so beautiful, but she can't act. Huhu I love you Kristen~ Please learn more, kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parts of the movie that I like: The first kissing scene in her bedroom. I seriously can't take my eyes off the screen. I was biting my fingers and not blinking, my eyes fixed on the scene. Silence. My bro too are silent. It was so hot, I wish she was me. Oh lord! For the first time, they are brilliant! I can't get over how amazing that kiss was. When he pulled away from the kiss and hit the wall, all I can say is WOW. Intense stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next, the baseball scene. The visuals was AMAZING. I love how Alice pitch the ball with such beauty and grace! The speed, wow. Everything is perfect. Until the 3 evil vampires some along. Bitches! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lastly, the fighting scene, Bella got tossed around. James breaking her leg was painful to watch! I just wanna scream "Let her go, bitch!". And when she got glass in her arm, and she yanked it out - OUCH! When Edward comes to the rescue. When he bites James and a chunk of flesh comes out! yay! I especially loved when they discovered that Bella has the venom inside her, and she writhed in pain. And Edward has to suck to get the venom out and couldn't stop...that scene was sad coz I know how Edward feels and it's hard for him. The montage I said earlier that has the Let Me Sign song by Rob...luv luv luv. But that's all. The hospital scene was awkward again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's all. Review OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bought New Moon and Eclipse on Sunday. I can't read now, sadly. Exam spans across 3 weeks. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My bro is trying to read Twilight. Hope he got through it. It was so hard for me to finish that thick book. The books get thicker as you go along. Saw the thickness of Breaking Dawn and I was like OH MY GOD! You gotta be kidding me. Sometimes I feel like Stephenie Meyer was rambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-2661018687707343068?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/2661018687707343068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=2661018687707343068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2661018687707343068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/2661018687707343068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-havent-seen-twilight-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6507731448920598133</id><published>2009-04-19T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:47:23.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday 17 April - Watched Twilight with bro. Watched again in surround sound at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 18 April Midnight - Finished the Twilight book. Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hate the movie for leaving out LOTS of important scenes and changing 99% of what it should be. Damn you Catherine Hardwicke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6507731448920598133?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6507731448920598133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6507731448920598133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6507731448920598133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6507731448920598133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-17-april-watched-twilight-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-177136355874468142</id><published>2009-04-17T14:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:04:24.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just gonna go what I can. Don't wanna think about it anymore. I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The more I think about it, the crazier I'll become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;That's it. It's not like I wanna be the top software engineer or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Life ahead of me is gonna be hard. But I will keep trying and pull myself through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I know it, as that's what I do best: Getting out of trouble unscathed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-177136355874468142?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/177136355874468142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=177136355874468142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/177136355874468142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/177136355874468142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6528956214791201665</id><published>2009-04-14T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:17:42.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song of the night. Suddenly I'm addicted to this song. It's not that it's my first time hearing it. Listened to it million times already in the past. But this particular night, I'm feeling this song. I feel like screaming. But I can't, I have roommate sleeping beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I swear I'm gonna just see the fuckin movie already! I can't finish the book. To hell with that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Decode:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;How can I decide what's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;When you're clouding up my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;You're losing sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;All the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Not gonna ever own what's mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;When you're always taking sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;But you won't take away my pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;No, not this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Not this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;How did we get here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I used to know you so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;How did we get here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, I think I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;The truth is hiding in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;And it's hanging on your tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Just boiling in my blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;But you think that I can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;What kind of man that you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;If you're a man at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, I will figure this one out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;On my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(I'm screaming, "I love you so")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;On my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(My thoughts you can't decode)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;How did we get here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I used to know you so well, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;How did we get here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, I think I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Do you see what we've done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;We've gone and made such fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Of ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Do you see what we've done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;We've gone and made such fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Of ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;How did we get here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I used to know you so well, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;How did we get here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, I used to know you so well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I think I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I think I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;There is something I see in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;It might kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I want it to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6528956214791201665?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6528956214791201665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6528956214791201665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6528956214791201665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6528956214791201665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-5535074613617550947</id><published>2009-04-13T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:13:55.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hia everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went back to gym after nearly 2 months (!!). Feels so great. Sweated a lot. And now I am sore all over. I thought the soreness is a result of bad sleeping posish, but yeah it's the workout that caused these soreness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to the new wing of IOI Mall for the first time. A few shops opened, a lot of them are not yet opened though. Lots of clothings shop. It has Daiso! OMG that RM5 shop everyone is talking about. Heard they even sell cosmetics at RM5 each. Excited, but we didn't go into it. Next we went to FOS. They're having promo now. I bought 2 tops...they surprisingly has big women clothes. Not much though. But I got a cute top and a cute tank top for Rm20! Bro bought 4 tshirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to MACY's. OMG they have the cutest and awesomest curtains! I like almost all of them. Seriously, if I am rich I'll buy all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those shopping made us miss the laundry, we hanged the laundry on the lines before going out, thinking it will be shiny all day. By the looks of the clouds that morning, it was promising. But as we went to the mall door, we realized that it had rained very heavily! To my mom's horror! She hates it when she can't save the clothes in time. We went home and sure enough, the clothes were drenched. Huhu. Including my clothes to be brought back to hostel. So I had to pack the wet clothes back to my hostel and dry them in  my room. I took em out this morning. The sun is barely out. Now it's raining again. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better start doing my work. I don't know if I can juggle between completing my thesis AND studying for finals. Crazy time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-5535074613617550947?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/5535074613617550947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=5535074613617550947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5535074613617550947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5535074613617550947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/hia-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-4891411029545578850</id><published>2009-04-06T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:23:36.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be the Edward to my Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-4891411029545578850?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/4891411029545578850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=4891411029545578850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4891411029545578850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4891411029545578850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-edward-for-my-bella.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-5230465280493914171</id><published>2009-04-06T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:39:02.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think you're better off alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-5230465280493914171?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/5230465280493914171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=5230465280493914171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5230465280493914171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/5230465280493914171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-think-youre-better-off-alone-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-521937952561033694</id><published>2009-04-05T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:19:28.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went mini shopping today. Bought some makeup, body wash, moisturizer, cheap clothes. The shirts and blouses I bought was not only cheap, but available in my size as well! It almost too good to be true. Coz most of the time, clothes on sale don't fit me and are all small ass. I'm glad and very happy to find great bargain. And for the first time ever, actually fits me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;....and maybe I'll wear this one to cybernite. Instead of the one bought at ms read 2 weeks ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great time spent with my bestie. Yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-521937952561033694?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/521937952561033694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=521937952561033694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/521937952561033694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/521937952561033694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-mini-shopping-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-4846245493171098409</id><published>2009-04-03T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:09:26.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I say 'mommy' a lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;I dream too much these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-4846245493171098409?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/4846245493171098409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=4846245493171098409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4846245493171098409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4846245493171098409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-say-mommy-lot-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-449289513281904984</id><published>2009-03-30T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:43:06.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm planning my next long post. It's been a while since I wrote something worth reading. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The topic will be about my future plans and my dreams. I finally have something to look forward to. It sucks when you got no plans for the future and just take whatever that comes your way. I've been stuck in that situation for as long as I can remember. But now, I feel like I know what I really wanna do. And that gave me a new found appreciation of life. I feel like I actually know what I'm going to do. That put things into perspective and I feel that I'm not in the dark anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But yeah, I still have doubts. Who doesn't? Especially when people around you have doubts about it. And I'm not gonna lie; they got me thinking. I hate when that happens.One day, you're so sure of yourself, the next day, someone else ruins it by criticizing and making judgments.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But all that boils down to me. What I wanna do. What do I wanna do with my life?? Nothing is impossible, you know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing is impossible. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-449289513281904984?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/449289513281904984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=449289513281904984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/449289513281904984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/449289513281904984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-planning-my-next-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6816213234463378649</id><published>2009-03-30T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:29:09.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm staying up tonight. Woop woop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6816213234463378649?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6816213234463378649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6816213234463378649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6816213234463378649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6816213234463378649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-staying-up-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-359951166363553028</id><published>2009-03-27T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:24:40.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whoa!!! Cybernite's location has changed and price goes down from RM50 to RM5!!!! Nooooooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Location: Initially Equatorial Hotel Bangi, now Faculty's carpark (WTF!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Food: Initially buffet, now barbeque (hmm I can deal with it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Theme: Initally corporate, now santai n hawaii?? (what, we have to wear hula hula skirt and dance?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All this happened because 99% of final year students refused to pay RM50 dollars for an annual dinner. Heck it's not even ANNUAL, its once in a student's life!!! RM 50 is not so expensive la people! Not like you have to pay every year! We prolly won't see each other again after this, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; why not spend some to hang out and enjoy? In a hotel! Not in a parking lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Huh wait till I tell her about it. She will be pissed! Huhu nak hotel gaks! Tak kire!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-359951166363553028?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/359951166363553028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=359951166363553028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/359951166363553028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/359951166363553028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoa-cybernites-location-has-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-7180523335491001270</id><published>2009-03-27T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:03:52.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I rejected the job and told him about it. I was afraid he'll get pissed. But I had just read the reply and he's okay with it! I'm so relieved.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I'm free and I'm glad that I can have a clear head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-7180523335491001270?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/7180523335491001270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=7180523335491001270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/7180523335491001270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/7180523335491001270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-rejected-job-and-told-him-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-3997133666322331234</id><published>2009-03-26T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:05:54.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate making decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ade ke die suh aku gi office die?? Giler la orang ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Macam dah nak regret dah wat keputusan utk accept the job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dah la. Lpas ni kalau die byk songeh lagi, aku reject je job offer die tu. Bukan aku nak sgt pun job tu. huh patutnye aku dah serik...lagi nak consider lagi. Benci kat diri sendiri. Kalau Awa dgr ni, mesti dia marah giler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aku terlampau geram sampai kena tulis dlm bahasa melayu dah ni! Takleh cakap speaking lagi ni! Grrrrrrrrr! Aku tak akan jejak kaki lagi ke opis tu. Neverrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-3997133666322331234?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/3997133666322331234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=3997133666322331234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3997133666322331234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3997133666322331234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-making-decisions.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-4941010605128262679</id><published>2009-03-24T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:13:09.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Muzammil, my former 'boss' emailed me. Huhu and as always, it regards ONE thing: Continue working on JPS system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Now, if he asked me to a few weeks or months ago (he did, actually), I would have said NO easily and never regret it. But now, I'm poor. I'm so poor. So I surprised myself when I suddenly and seriously think about it. I'm actually considering his offer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I want some money and this is my chance. But at the same time, I'm afraid I can't cope. What with my studies, assignments and THESIS?!! I haven't even touch my thesis...I haven't even design the interface for my system. Can I handle one more job? This decision is hard. I wanna ask somebody else's opinion. I miscalled my mom, but she never call back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Dear Nasha,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Good afternoon. This is to inform you that ARZ will continue to add more dams (Bekok, Sembrong, Macap &amp;amp; Labong) for the current application.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;ARZ Services is pleased to offer you as system analyst cum programmer based on your knowledge, skills and experience during your internship here. For more info you can contact me at 012-xxxxxxx or email.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;We would also appreciate a response if you decline to this offer.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Muzammil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Why is it so hard? Can someone out there help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-4941010605128262679?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/4941010605128262679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=4941010605128262679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4941010605128262679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4941010605128262679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/muzammil-my-former-boss-emailed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-4868497252028879119</id><published>2009-03-23T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:24:34.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm in love with ambient tracks. just shut up and let the music do its magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-4868497252028879119?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/4868497252028879119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=4868497252028879119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4868497252028879119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/4868497252028879119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-in-love-with-ambient-tracks.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-401871705110023522</id><published>2009-03-23T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:29:46.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My desk is attacked by ants! That's what you get when you didn't wash the mug before going home for the weekend. Tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-401871705110023522?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/401871705110023522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=401871705110023522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/401871705110023522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/401871705110023522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-desk-is-attacked-by-ants-thats-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-6429177210256978111</id><published>2009-03-22T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:56:14.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went shopping for cybernite dinner outfit. Bought a skirt, blouse, clutch bag and necklace. I'm so happy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s: Kamon kawan2, jom la pegi cybernite dinner. Lepas ni da takleh nak berkumpul enjoy2 lagi dah. Sekali ni jer kitorang boleh kumpul ramai2, lupakan kejap masalah tesis ke asignment ke. Huhu jom laaaa... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-6429177210256978111?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/6429177210256978111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=6429177210256978111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6429177210256978111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/6429177210256978111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-shopping-for-cybernite-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-3740968039608249324</id><published>2009-03-19T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:38:55.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yeah. Yesterday someone moved in my room. I got a roomate now, and it's not Awa. Huhuhuhuuuuuuuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My new roomie said she'll only stay for a week and then she's out.  She's already married, and at the moment, her husband is out of town for business. She felt alone in her house, so she decided to stay here for a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I must say that I feel relieved that she's only here for a week. I've just gotten used to having the whole place to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-3740968039608249324?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/3740968039608249324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=3740968039608249324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3740968039608249324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3740968039608249324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-7542145239614271779</id><published>2009-03-18T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:30:56.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turns out my mom took 3 days off just to relax and go visit my grandma. No biggie. That's why I was surprised about the supposed "vacation" my brother told me. She would never go on a vacation. Sheeesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-7542145239614271779?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/7542145239614271779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=7542145239614271779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/7542145239614271779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/7542145239614271779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/turns-out-my-mom-took-3-days-off-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-432023348416996040</id><published>2009-03-17T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:10:41.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm wondering why. Why is this? Is there something wrong? I can't seem to think about anything else except WHY.&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/35908070-432023348416996040?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/432023348416996040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=432023348416996040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/432023348416996040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/432023348416996040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-wondering-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-3516203962640367477</id><published>2009-03-15T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:38:13.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I just read my old blog posts. And OMG was I miserable all the time or what?? I was such a smart-ass! Looking back. I never knew I was this depressive. In some ways, even poetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Below is a post that brings back the memories of college. Written 3+ years ago :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I so fucking hate my college right now. As you know (or don't know) my place is blessed with a whole lot of rain and eventually floods. But the lucky thing is my college is placed at a slightly higher ground, so it's fine and dandy in here. Well, seems like there's nothing that I could complain about, right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Nah. The problem is, inside the college is dry, but all around it is flooded. That means, people from outside couldn't get in here. And that meands that we all are gonna starve coz there's no transportation whatsoever to deliver the goods here. Man, you should look at the cafeteria. There's not even a crust of bread left. And I never knew that the students here are like beasts when it comes to food. Yesterday, they're behaving like some hungry predators, cooking their own stuff in the cafeteria. Even the cafe's cook can't do anything about it. How possibly can he ward off all those hungry intruders? Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Well, I'm pretty amazed and at the same time scared at the sight. You know, our college looked like an island amidst all the flooding area around it. As for now, I'm hungry as shit. Lets pray for the arrival of all the delicious food for tomorrow so I won't suffer this starvation again. Amin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And, as if all that isn't enough, I had just heard that they'll be some water shortage due to the 'destruction' of a nearby water dam. What?! As if what happened isn't bad enough, then this? I hope this is not true, if not I can't take a bath, and if I don't shower, I can't possibly go to class, and I don't go to class, my mum is gonna kill me and I'm dead meat. Arrrrrrrrrrgghhh! Why must this happen now? I wanna go home. I wanna go home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I think I'm gonna cry. Isk...iskk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-3516203962640367477?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/3516203962640367477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=3516203962640367477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3516203962640367477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/3516203962640367477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-read-my-old-blog-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35908070.post-8466507291470286427</id><published>2009-03-14T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:03:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;This morning, I tagged along with my mom and brother to his school to attend the parent teacher meeting. My brother's friend said, who is that lady in blue scarf sitting beside your mom? The mom he's talking about was me, and the lady in scarf was my mom, lolz :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Every body totally thought I was one of the parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I FEEL like a parent :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;was bored as hell though. why the hell did i even go  :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Went shopping afterward, ate at Secret Recipe, bought a tv off the shelves, literally. They said if we purchase a tv, it will be delivered on Monday because they need to fetch from the factory. But mom said, we need a tv NOW! Haha and we took the one off the display :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So now we are enjoying the new telly! It's gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hmm...what else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I cooked some pasta for dinner. Not as good as mom's. The gravy was too runny, so it didn't efficiently coat the pasta. The taste was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I'm just gonna hang around the nets for a while, who knows some person will online themselves and I can chat some with em. Need to wake up early tomorrow too, so I can't really stay too late. If we can rise early, we might go brekkie at McD :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35908070-8466507291470286427?l=guitarpianist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/feeds/8466507291470286427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35908070&amp;postID=8466507291470286427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8466507291470286427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35908070/posts/default/8466507291470286427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guitarpianist.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-morning-i-tagged-along-with-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Nashie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16189913696666857607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M2T2boBPUqA/St7eewBLWFI/AAAAAAAAASM/wOjLXuBeDMs/S220/DSC01196.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
