<?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-4910331136514835861</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:17:35.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is so great about life?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. Melancholy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813714557917818163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JG3zdLyTw-Q/SbDeIsp_G0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hgFqZyu9C8/S220/s1490915574_30138730_1086.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910331136514835861.post-4146025181487889864</id><published>2009-07-16T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:52:04.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaff Jefri &lt;3</title><content type='html'>I know it's hard,&lt;br /&gt;to welcome,and,&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not in the invitation card,&lt;br /&gt;but you make me feel like I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couple of phone calls,&lt;br /&gt;and thousand of smiles,&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all,&lt;br /&gt;eventhough if I had to walk in miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you won't notice,and,&lt;br /&gt;people say I'm wasting my time,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm at ease,&lt;br /&gt;letting you to take all of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told me to go slow,&lt;br /&gt;I follow,and,&lt;br /&gt;so I kept it low,&lt;br /&gt;though it's hard for me to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind singing you a song,&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind falling over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;cause you made me feel like I belong,&lt;br /&gt;and if I ever should fall..It'd be in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing to tell;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad,&lt;br /&gt;or to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing to tell;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad,&lt;br /&gt;Happy like I've never been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me to shove,&lt;br /&gt;but I just can't,&lt;br /&gt;cause it's you who I love,&lt;br /&gt;the savior of my faint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910331136514835861-4146025181487889864?l=aleftoverkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4146025181487889864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/zaff-jefri-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/4146025181487889864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/4146025181487889864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/zaff-jefri-3.html' title='Zaff Jefri &lt;3'/><author><name>Mr. Melancholy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813714557917818163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JG3zdLyTw-Q/SbDeIsp_G0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hgFqZyu9C8/S220/s1490915574_30138730_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910331136514835861.post-6952276821560744989</id><published>2009-07-13T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:28:44.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And You've become my addiction. (;</title><content type='html'>We did it again last night (; . But too bad DST jahat,the call only last for 2 hours,but hey! That doesn't matter we still talked,and we had fun. I wish I can talk with you every night,and I'd stay up just to hear you talk,and I'd sing you trillion of songs and never get tired of it. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you ZAFF,my smexy Bum. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910331136514835861-6952276821560744989?l=aleftoverkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6952276821560744989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-youve-become-my-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/6952276821560744989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/6952276821560744989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-youve-become-my-addiction.html' title='And You&apos;ve become my addiction. (;'/><author><name>Mr. Melancholy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813714557917818163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JG3zdLyTw-Q/SbDeIsp_G0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hgFqZyu9C8/S220/s1490915574_30138730_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910331136514835861.post-8126834655443987189</id><published>2009-07-13T00:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:18:33.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard your voice..</title><content type='html'>It's the very first time,that night,I talked to her,Zaff Jefri.  (; the conversation was about four hours,kan Zaff?hehe.From 1.34am til 5am. Time flies really fast that night,we talked,I sang,we laughed,then there's this speechless moment. :) . It was great,we had fun. I love you Zaff. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910331136514835861-8126834655443987189?l=aleftoverkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8126834655443987189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/heard-your-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/8126834655443987189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/8126834655443987189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/heard-your-voice.html' title='Heard your voice..'/><author><name>Mr. Melancholy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813714557917818163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JG3zdLyTw-Q/SbDeIsp_G0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hgFqZyu9C8/S220/s1490915574_30138730_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910331136514835861.post-1774786722445931808</id><published>2009-07-10T05:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T05:08:29.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaff &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Introducing,Zaff Jefri. The reason why I'm bloging,yes,she told me to.HAHA :p . Wait,wait I got something for you Zaff,a poem,like you asked for ;p. I'm sorry if it's bad,well here goes , :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered,&lt;br /&gt;When I first met you,&lt;br /&gt;I was shut silent as dead,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've never seen something like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered,&lt;br /&gt;You smiled and walked away,&lt;br /&gt;You got me bothered,and,&lt;br /&gt;Took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been years and now I got the chance,&lt;br /&gt;I know I talk funny,&lt;br /&gt;And this line don't make sense,&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to make it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me Ass,&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile,&lt;br /&gt;You make the word 'ass' sounds best,&lt;br /&gt;And you made my life worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be,&lt;br /&gt;Vin Diesel,&lt;br /&gt;I may not be,&lt;br /&gt;perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you made me,&lt;br /&gt;Special,&lt;br /&gt;And you made me,&lt;br /&gt;The next best thing to perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAFF,hope you like that. :) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH! Your new nickname is, &lt;br /&gt;BUMM. As in bum bum,HAHA :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910331136514835861-1774786722445931808?l=aleftoverkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/feeds/1774786722445931808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/zaff-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/1774786722445931808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/1774786722445931808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/zaff-3.html' title='Zaff &lt;3'/><author><name>Mr. Melancholy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813714557917818163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JG3zdLyTw-Q/SbDeIsp_G0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hgFqZyu9C8/S220/s1490915574_30138730_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910331136514835861.post-9011311873587659387</id><published>2009-07-10T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T04:33:58.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again.</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm back,back by popular demand,please give a round of applaud,cause I'm gona leave you guys with a thought or two,just like MJ,what I'm about to say is going to live in your hearts,reader. TRASH!! WHADDA HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT??HAHAHA.yes guys,I'm blogging,for this month's post. Do enjoy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910331136514835861-9011311873587659387?l=aleftoverkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/feeds/9011311873587659387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/9011311873587659387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/9011311873587659387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-again.html' title='Hello again.'/><author><name>Mr. Melancholy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813714557917818163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JG3zdLyTw-Q/SbDeIsp_G0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hgFqZyu9C8/S220/s1490915574_30138730_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910331136514835861.post-4868677347946389129</id><published>2009-06-07T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:59:30.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance " - mayday parade.</title><content type='html'>you see,the title of this new post I'm posting kinda relates with this situation I had last saturday night.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night,didn't go as how we planned it.Thanks to DST,for being such 'skynet'.I only had the chance to see her for less than 5mins.sigh.I was hoping for a chance to see her again after she's done,but no,I was wrong.So I waited til 2,and knowing that I prolly won't get the chance,I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,I still enjoy the night,cause hey,jumpa sekejap jadi tah. :) I cherish the lessthan5mins meet to the extreme extend :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s; I love you relentlessly,and oh,where are you? I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910331136514835861-4868677347946389129?l=aleftoverkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4868677347946389129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-bet-he-gets-nerve-to-walk-floor-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/4868677347946389129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/4868677347946389129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-bet-he-gets-nerve-to-walk-floor-and.html' title='&quot; I bet he gets the nerve to walk the floor and ask my girl to dance &quot; - mayday parade.'/><author><name>Mr. Melancholy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813714557917818163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JG3zdLyTw-Q/SbDeIsp_G0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hgFqZyu9C8/S220/s1490915574_30138730_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910331136514835861.post-5058717033827068294</id><published>2009-04-11T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:21:51.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....please,I'M NOT OKAY.</title><content type='html'>I lost myself,something is blocking my mind.I cant even have a thought or two.Just like a butterfly coming out from it's pupa,I changed again.Well,that's what they said.I do think so,and I believe the reason is that I got a lot in mind.so DONT FUG'IN STRESS ME,please,I really need my time alone,but I dont want to be alone.I need someone to rely on,someone that would always be there for me,to support,to believe me and to love.NOT to be hated,and to be stressed.PLEASE.I know I sound desperate for someone.It's just that I'm not capable alone,I'm so not used to it.Teachers and 'friends' hates me,well fug I dont give a damn beech!.I know I haven't been the bestest student or so in class,but hell must I prove it to you guys now?it's just not my way guys,I'm not weak like you guys are,sorry to say but damn why dont you guys back off! I can do things my way,and I WILL succeed.And teachers don't look things in a negative way,style lama bah pemikiran kamu ah,berdasarkan pepatah melayu ' mun sudah malas atu,gagal tah jawapannya' well HELLO inda bah.dapat ku tu,DAPAT paham?! So I've been thinking,and I realised everybody's is a total hypocrite.You guys just don't give a damn of hell how people feel,esp you teachers.I got fugin problems bah faham?I suffer from diseases I wish I never had. What if one day,I'm so stressed out by you guys,being so hypocrites.and suddenly you guys heard the news that I died?won't you guys feel the guilt?SO PLEASE,I'm begging you guys to ease on me a bit.I may be trouble,I know.but just give me a chance to prove that you're wrong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910331136514835861-5058717033827068294?l=aleftoverkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/feeds/5058717033827068294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/pleaseim-not-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/5058717033827068294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/5058717033827068294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/04/pleaseim-not-okay.html' title='....please,I&apos;M NOT OKAY.'/><author><name>Mr. Melancholy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813714557917818163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JG3zdLyTw-Q/SbDeIsp_G0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hgFqZyu9C8/S220/s1490915574_30138730_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910331136514835861.post-6621404758108323813</id><published>2009-03-12T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:59:32.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a random poem..</title><content type='html'>wind blows from my surroundings,and drove me down to the memory-lane.i questioned my self ''what have i been missing?'' struck by a word it got me back to the fast-lane.here i began to think and here i began to sink.struggles up far,yet nothing i have in return.counting down the star,it got my Body stunned.as time disperse like sand,i know now im partly sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910331136514835861-6621404758108323813?l=aleftoverkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6621404758108323813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-random-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/6621404758108323813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/6621404758108323813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-random-poem.html' title='just a random poem..'/><author><name>Mr. Melancholy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813714557917818163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JG3zdLyTw-Q/SbDeIsp_G0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hgFqZyu9C8/S220/s1490915574_30138730_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910331136514835861.post-3016411130725099066</id><published>2009-02-18T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:45:31.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd and un forgetable</title><content type='html'>2nd day at icc.it was unplanned actually.i was talking to my classmates about the things going on at icc.i asked them if they went there already,and fortunately they said no.i told them how scary the haunted house was.at first they laughed to it,and didn't believe me.then one of my friends came out with a plan to go to icc in the afternoon.at first,it was undescisable.cause of transport matters.so we gathered more people(the ones that can transport us to icc lah,obviously.haha)we got dinnie's support,he said he can transport us,but its straight from after school.hesitation,cause this is the only chance but they also don't want to bore them selves for one and a half our before icc is open.so,we searched for someone again.alif suggested that we should bring alwi along,cause he is the only last person that can transport us.he agreed,but wants permision from his dad first.by break time,we got confirmation from alwi,and the answer is yes his dad will give a ride.know what?it was cause of my name was spoken that his dad agreed.haha - -''.so i went home for lunch and to get dressed.by two-ish i met them at icc,bought the tickets,and went in after 10mins of waiting.went in,hadi iskandar was on the lead.oh btw,there were 8 of us.all were holding onto each others clothes.di sekulah bunyi gagah ni sorg2,inda percaya.sekali the when the first ghost scared us,all of them ran into the exits without wasting time.but not me,i took my time.alwi was scared and screamed,cried for my help as he grabed my arm tight i lead em to the exit.went out just for 5mins,kan masuk lg kn dorg bnr2i.inda dorg puas ati.well andangnya lah when one of the pact leave takut jua tu.so we made a promise not to run on the next round.we went into the waiting room the workers in charge,held us about 15mins,there's something fishy about this turn we agreed.and so masuk mcm biasa then,masa arah the first ghost they knocked on the cage.to our surprise the ghost wasnt there.the first five went forward and boo!the ghost was actually hiding on the other side of the cage they panicked and ran.while me,was pulled by the neck by alif and qawi,i couldnt breathe.i assumed they were scared  so i brought them out.while the others continued their survival...part 2; as they all went home about 5.i wandered thru icc,i met ngangah and recruited me on the searh of rc and ngangah bini.found them,i asked permision to walk with her.so we did,and by seven we went off.we had dinner at la'stadium,rc wants me to sleepover at her's,so i told mom.and so i slept at her's.by 12 i was on the msn-phone with hanna til 4am, i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910331136514835861-3016411130725099066?l=aleftoverkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3016411130725099066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/02/2nd-and-un-forgetable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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the sweetest..</title><content type='html'>au meng-update tah ku ni..- -''.so,i spent 3 days at icc and went to the haunted house for four times.one time on friday,twice on saturday and once on sunday.i went there on friday with my friend,jainul.but first,i would like to say thanks to dad for membawa kami ke sana,since ia keraja yatah ikut.at first we were really bored,nada kan di buat.kan masuk rumah antu,takut Boring and plus takut.tapi ada this geek,who came out frm the haunted house who look so calm and Bored,and disappointed.katanya inda berijap,and cerita kn kami abt it.his story mcm,inda berijap and convincing kan masuk.after done talking we went to the dance hall and met abg muiz and ahmad.i also met nani,she asked what was i doing there,she thought i was joining the dance competition.i said no,and we talked.she asked me if i w nt to the haunted house already,i answered no,and told her that its not scary and asked if she wants me to accompany her.she agreed but then we went separate ways,so we didnt go together.a few mins later abg muiz offered us to go to the haunted house together.without no hesitation i said yes.bought the tickets and qued,it only took us 5-8mins til our turn.went in with brave heart,as a lion..walking down the canvas wall,with the eerie smell around and the pitch black lights,thought of what the geek had spoken we laughed to scare the scarness away,went into this room after the grave,surprised by our own reflection,we screamed.the hantu pocong was right at the corner but we knew thats a fake so we laughed at it,and we poked it.without our notice there was a glass cage at our right hand side and theres a ghost in it.it was standing still like a rock,but then the lights went off again with scary sound effects,and went the lights were on for a sec,boom!the ghost in the glass cage moved and spooked us.again we screamed,and jainul and i was holding to each others clothes,due to mad cause being surprised,jainul gave the ghost the finger.went into the next room,there was theanother ghost in front of us,but luckily its just a dummy.but then,something else gave us a fright,there was this casket which opens by itself with a ghost in it.we were surprised and scared off by the sfx at the same time jainul huged me and so did i.haha.entered the next room,we paused for a while.looking thru the surroundings,there was this empty cage with just cloth on the ground,thats a bit of a relief but then in front of it was a hospital bed with a body liked shape on it covered with old and dirty cloth.this worries us,these two was was in between the entrance to the other room,which that we must pass thru.went we were closed to the entrance of the next room,nothing happened at the bed but with our surprise the empty cage was actually occupied by a werewolf which jump and punch the glass,we were spooked and punched it back.funnily,the werewolf said peace.haha.and we moved on.another pause as we look tgru the next room its full with hanging hands,legs,organs and parts of the bones.we had to duck to pass thru it,and rushed to the other room where we found another dummy.just at the tip of the exit point,there was a hanging head which moves forwards,w  have to be fast to pass thru it.and at last,we survived 1st day.the so called lionheart are now more like pussycat heart.after that we went to the dance comp.there's this dancer,she attracts me the most esp when i got the chance to sit at the front row,i was just 1-3inch far from her,she smiled as i see her move her body in front of me.after the dance our eyes were glued to each other,oh how i wished i knew her name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910331136514835861-6168379611148967165?l=aleftoverkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/feeds/6168379611148967165/comments/default' 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must you say,but sad i may.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910331136514835861-2268389595580951314?l=aleftoverkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/feeds/2268389595580951314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/02/comeback-and-twist-of-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/2268389595580951314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4910331136514835861/posts/default/2268389595580951314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/02/comeback-and-twist-of-things.html' title='a comeback and a twist of things..'/><author><name>Mr. Melancholy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01813714557917818163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JG3zdLyTw-Q/SbDeIsp_G0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hgFqZyu9C8/S220/s1490915574_30138730_1086.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4910331136514835861.post-4306682883512366471</id><published>2009-01-10T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:49:57.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>againn just another thought,why do we need SPN-21?don't you think brunei is being a lil bit of a poser?or jealous?im just saying this cause i just dont agree with it,i mean no harm writing this,no ittention to say my beloved country,brunei a poser,etc.i reapet 'I JUST DON'T AGREE'. i know the goverment did this for some reasonable reason,but come onn..just because many of the students failed and quit school,tired of failing,brunei had to change to the spn-21??ridiculous! don't you guys think that is such a loss to brunei?the standard of education is a bit lower than before??and don't you think this could bring more failures?i mean its a new standard both the teachers and students will have a hard time trying to catch up?so yea,what do you think guys?&lt;br /&gt;sorry,i dont mean to offend you readers,if you eve  got offended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910331136514835861-4306682883512366471?l=aleftoverkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/feeds/4306682883512366471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aleftoverkid.blogspot.com/2009/01/againn-just-another-thoughtwhy-do-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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of view..</title><content type='html'>hello again,first of all i would like to apologize in advance if something i wrote and something im about to,offended you guys,the readers(i.e. if i do have readers haha). okay,here's the subject,have you guys ever wondered or get confuesd of which to obey nor follow? here's the thing,have you guys ever got stucked in trafic jamms?well i believe you guys are familiar to it.okay..do you realize whenever you're stuck in it,the traffic lights are on while the police is standing in the middle of the road,waving their arse to death?the reason why i'm saying this is because i'm just concerned about it,worried of the lifes of the so called 'traffic heroes' or more like kamikaze of the roads.can you imagine that a police is standing on the middle of the road trying to ease up the traffic,while the traffic lights are still on,and a reckless driver is on the road speeding without knowing there is a police instructing in the middle of the road,and BANG! there it goes,another life wasted,injured,or just a head on car crash.wouldn't it be awful?or let's just blame it on the reckless driver?you see,can you tell whose the one to be blame here?okay,so yea maybe this won't happen on traffic jams,it would be impossible for one to speed up in a traffic jam,but lets just say it might or how bout a driver stopping at the front of the row due to being instructed,and then he is day dreaming,and suddenly he got out of day dreaming and looked at the light,it was green,forgeting about a traffic ploice was infront,he just go front just like normal,and BANG!with No surprise he or she might hit a car.okay,so think about it..and once again im sorry.no hard feelings ey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4910331136514835861-9082087020835945898?l=aleftoverkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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