<?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-582136172769483524</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:19:41.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS HOW I EXPRESS MYSELF</title><subtitle type='html'>a corner to express what the author wanted to share regarding personal facts, jokes, tips and other various reading materials</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-3849664746624313083</id><published>2010-01-29T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:52:34.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT TO LIVE TO SEE THESE</title><content type='html'>These are some random shots taken by myself.. I enjoy taking shots like these.. Why you ask? I'm not sure myself. Maybe because of its certain 'quality' that caught my attention most of the time and make me feel at peace from all the shit I've been through. These shots were captured somewhere in the year 2008 and 2009 respectively using my previous B.Mobile phone, 1.3 megapixel I think, and my Canon digital camera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/S2PTCk8cH5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XMorbpQDnPE/s1600-h/IMG_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/S2PTCk8cH5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XMorbpQDnPE/s400/IMG_0209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432417616769326994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taken at Long Banyok's football field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/S2PPiLCLn2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/EPpFQeVMPBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/S2PPiLCLn2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/EPpFQeVMPBQ/s400/IMG_0207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432413761523392354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken in December 2009, 2 days before Christmas at Long Banyok longhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/S2PPhpGb6II/AAAAAAAAAOc/qtyNTVGU-64/s1600-h/IMG_0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/S2PPhpGb6II/AAAAAAAAAOc/qtyNTVGU-64/s400/IMG_0154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432413752414431362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken in December 2009 at jalan Bakong Sarawak while on our way to Long Banyok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/S2PPgp5MwQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2cKtFdKIJt0/s1600-h/smso%27s+afternoon+on+the+12th.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/S2PPgp5MwQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/2cKtFdKIJt0/s400/smso%27s+afternoon+on+the+12th.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432413735447478530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken in 2008 at school.. the view interrupted a conversation I had with my mate about some shit while we were on our way to the bus stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/S2PPgIsVKHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rP9pS38kX9U/s1600-h/halim+plaza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/S2PPgIsVKHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rP9pS38kX9U/s400/halim+plaza.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432413726535133298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;picture of Halim Plaza, taken one evening in 2009 after a game of football with my brothers.. wait! is that a unicorn shaped cloud above the building?? 0.0'&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/582136172769483524-3849664746624313083?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/3849664746624313083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=3849664746624313083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/3849664746624313083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/3849664746624313083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-live-to-see-these.html' title='I WANT TO LIVE TO SEE THESE'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/S2PTCk8cH5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/XMorbpQDnPE/s72-c/IMG_0209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-8556303371357636861</id><published>2009-12-29T18:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:42:48.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOYS OVER FLOWER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7uBPNCYI/AAAAAAAAANk/bE7DtHyHTJ8/s1600-h/BOF.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7uBPNCYI/AAAAAAAAANk/bE7DtHyHTJ8/s400/BOF.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420851500774394242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7hpdfZuI/AAAAAAAAANc/uitN-55Q0Bc/s1600-h/BOF+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7hpdfZuI/AAAAAAAAANc/uitN-55Q0Bc/s1600-h/BOF+7.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7hpdfZuI/AAAAAAAAANc/uitN-55Q0Bc/s400/BOF+7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420851288233436898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Kim So Eun as Chu Ga Eul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7hGm7EVI/AAAAAAAAANU/MywxYKagyTg/s1600-h/BOF+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7hGm7EVI/AAAAAAAAANU/MywxYKagyTg/s400/BOF+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420851278877757778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyo Hye Sun as Geum Jandi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7FRGryZI/AAAAAAAAANM/8rONTgFEdH8/s1600-h/BOF+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7FRGryZI/AAAAAAAAANM/8rONTgFEdH8/s400/BOF+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420850800658991506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim Bum as So Yi Jung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7E1PT5DI/AAAAAAAAANE/F5BwhE_drXY/s1600-h/BOF+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7E1PT5DI/AAAAAAAAANE/F5BwhE_drXY/s400/BOF+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420850793178981426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lee Min Ho as Gu Junpyo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7EpNse0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/jlqkj_L3_x4/s1600-h/BOF+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7EpNse0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/jlqkj_L3_x4/s400/BOF+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420850789950978882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim Hyun Jong of SS501 as Yoon Ji Hoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7EUYcbgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Hoky2wUNuOc/s1600-h/BOF+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7EUYcbgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Hoky2wUNuOc/s400/BOF+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420850784358919682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;T-max's Kim Joon as Song Wubin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching this Korean drama a few days back, yes all 25 episodes! My sister bought it last time and the seduction of Korean drama once again defeat me due to my over boredom this holiday *f#ck up jobless*. Well, find it was great to some extent although some parts of the drama I find it rather boring, you know how Korean dramas go, one shitty situation.. solve! Yet another shit lands in. Getting tired of that at times, seriously...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically I started of knowing the drama one day by 'coincidence' when I was bored sitting on my couch, shuffling a few TV channels here and there and bumped into one of its music video by T-Max, paradise, which is the opening soundtrack for the drama itself. And finally ended up watching the drama itself. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Drama was an adaptation from a Japanese manga called "Hana Yori Dango" and a third adaptation after the success in Taiwan and Japanese respectively. The drama was premiered in 5th of January 2009 and successfully ended its episodes in March 31st 2009 on KBS2TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over all, my personal rating for this drama is an eight, despite of its 'Deja Vu' alike situation or other wise an excellent drama, a credit as well for their stunning actors and actress (consists of a band member from Tmax and SS501) and its catchy soundtracks, which honestly filled most of my music playlists!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-8556303371357636861?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/8556303371357636861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=8556303371357636861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/8556303371357636861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/8556303371357636861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/boys-over-flower.html' title='BOYS OVER FLOWER'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Szq7uBPNCYI/AAAAAAAAANk/bE7DtHyHTJ8/s72-c/BOF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-4430060075170719855</id><published>2009-12-13T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:54:29.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I always wanted this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SyTHX9uSIwI/AAAAAAAAALs/mqy8VhWvYWE/s1600-h/jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SyTHX9uSIwI/AAAAAAAAALs/mqy8VhWvYWE/s400/jerry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414671866525786882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jerry Kamit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SyTHXkVC0CI/AAAAAAAAALk/xADgb4Oy9Kw/s1600-h/sape+player.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SyTHXkVC0CI/AAAAAAAAALk/xADgb4Oy9Kw/s400/sape+player.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414671859709038626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sape player and his sape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SyTHWzXSErI/AAAAAAAAALc/sPYxJk2LlxE/s1600-h/isape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 77px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SyTHWzXSErI/AAAAAAAAALc/sPYxJk2LlxE/s400/isape.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414671846565089970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SyTHWW4dXMI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZPlMo9DjtGk/s1600-h/sape01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SyTHWW4dXMI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZPlMo9DjtGk/s400/sape01.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414671838919613634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This instrument here is called 'sape'. It's almost like a guitar only with less strings than the normal guitar *usually 3.. 2 or so* Chords are needless in order to play the sape. The instrument itself are traditionally the Kenyah's or the orang ulu's musical instrument and often accompanied with traditional dances of the respective tribes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little summary of sape, quoted from fascinatingmalaysia.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sape is a masterpiece of woodcarving. The carver selects white wood with a smell that repels insects. The sape is carved with a parang (sword) to a length of about 1.2 metres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body is hollowed out with the same tools as those used for building boats. The carver is usually a musician, who places the strings and pegs and paints decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My obsession with this rather unique musical instrument triggered when I first saw an Iban singer named Jerry Kamit, who uses this particular instrument in every song he has. Another reason is probably due to it's exotic and unique shape, compare to a normal guitar. Also to preserve our old traditions from fading in this modern days and introduce a piece of our culture to others who either have non or little idea of what sape is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My search for my very own sape still on because it's a kind of rare to find one selling in your typical shops these days and with reducing numbers of expertise in sape making made it a bit harder to purchase one. But I'm going back to Long Banyok this 22nd and hoping that someone there has one that they wish to sell or better yet, to give away free *wink wink* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-4430060075170719855?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/4430060075170719855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=4430060075170719855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/4430060075170719855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/4430060075170719855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-always-wanted-this.html' title='I always wanted this...'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SyTHX9uSIwI/AAAAAAAAALs/mqy8VhWvYWE/s72-c/jerry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-6862001293262673200</id><published>2009-10-29T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:17:47.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I fell by The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Supal8lMvbI/AAAAAAAAALE/gIEXIQSCWU4/s1600-h/60109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Supal8lMvbI/AAAAAAAAALE/gIEXIQSCWU4/s400/60109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398226711320772018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother, Aldrin, found out this song first when he was shuffling through youtube searching for random Beatles videos and he accidentally clicked a link for this song.. It's a nice song, simple and slow, acoustically elements to it.. Basically a song sung by Lennon to symbolize a man who's still 'in doubt' with the name of love and learning to accept someone new which expressed through the lyrics below.. and the rest I leave it to you :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the song is dedicate to that 'someone' * baca jangan nda dibaca ahh =p*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If I fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Would you promise to be true&lt;br /&gt;And help me understand&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've been in love before&lt;br /&gt;And I found that love was more&lt;br /&gt;Than just holding hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I give my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I must be sure&lt;br /&gt;From the very start&lt;br /&gt;That you would love me more than her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I trust in you, oh please&lt;br /&gt;Don't run and hide&lt;br /&gt;If I love you too, oh please&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt my pride like her&lt;br /&gt;'cause I couldn't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;And I would be sad if our new love was in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you see that I&lt;br /&gt;Would love to love you&lt;br /&gt;And that she will cry&lt;br /&gt;When she learns we are two&lt;br /&gt;cause I couldn't stand the pain&lt;br /&gt;and I would be sad if our new love was in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I hope you see that I&lt;br /&gt;would love to love you&lt;br /&gt;and that she will cry when she learns we are two&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-6862001293262673200?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/6862001293262673200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=6862001293262673200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/6862001293262673200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/6862001293262673200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-fell-by-beatles.html' title='If I fell by The Beatles'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Supal8lMvbI/AAAAAAAAALE/gIEXIQSCWU4/s72-c/60109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-7978022830189456043</id><published>2009-10-29T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:58:26.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beatles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SupTgLLC8LI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VsXE9_GefpA/s1600-h/the-beatles-cover-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SupTgLLC8LI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VsXE9_GefpA/s400/the-beatles-cover-picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398218915577000114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SupTf2iPshI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ra16um0EgMo/s1600-h/the+beatles.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SupTf2iPshI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ra16um0EgMo/s400/the+beatles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398218910037160466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SupTfqXJsqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/72Ot_iW7rok/s1600-h/the_beatles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SupTfqXJsqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/72Ot_iW7rok/s400/the_beatles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398218906769404578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SupTfc5p7cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vMJKyzG_YDo/s1600-h/beatles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SupTfc5p7cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vMJKyzG_YDo/s400/beatles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398218903156026818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;George Harrison, John Lennon, Ringo Star and Paul Mc Cartney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SupTe_WvrbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bAfT6Bf5W1c/s1600-h/the-beatles-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SupTe_WvrbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bAfT6Bf5W1c/s400/the-beatles-picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398218895224974770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;McCartney and Lennon side by side like they always do when they're rockin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Beatles, an English rock band formed in Liverpool in 1960, who became one of the most commercially success in the history of music.. The band consists of four boys from Liverpool: John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Ringo Star and George Harrison, who once rocked the world with their rock n roll tunes with their black tux, black ties and tidy haircuts.. With Lennon upfront plucking that guitar with Paul beside him with his bass, most of the time singing together, George with his mad guitar riffs and Ringo with the drums with a unique way of hitting the hi hats or thre cybals, you get the point when you see their videos, what more can you expect from them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, these guys ,to me, are legends, who rocked yesterday till now with most of their songs are covered by most bands and singers nowadays.. With this, I believe that the name "BEATLES" will live on till the future generations to come.. Even currently, young aged individuals knows the name the Beatles and even can sing along to "I want to hold your hand" song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, after Lennon's death, the newer generations will have no chance to listen to new songs by this famous song writer, only left with his memories and his old famous piece of writings, who also wrote most of the songs during his years as a Beatle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that the Beatles are not together anymore, with McCartney going solo and same goes to Ringo Star (also wrote the song Liverpool 8, regarding their times in the Beatles), still their legendary ,as I see it, song during the era of Beatles will always entertain us Beatles fans.. To this I give my highest respect to them and thank them for bringing an era and revolutionary change to the world of music who inspired most songwriters nowadays.. The Beatles will live on!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-7978022830189456043?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/7978022830189456043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=7978022830189456043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/7978022830189456043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/7978022830189456043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2009/10/beatles.html' title='The Beatles'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SupTgLLC8LI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VsXE9_GefpA/s72-c/the-beatles-cover-picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-6744731222377455048</id><published>2009-06-23T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T08:58:40.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Usang 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SkD7cBi0C_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/hygtB6FYq8E/s1600-h/Artist-7164137-1_842897126l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SkD7cBi0C_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/hygtB6FYq8E/s400/Artist-7164137-1_842897126l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350552816185510898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really got bored lately so basically most of the time I spent is shuffling through my mp3s and one of the songs that really keep me into the 'high' kind of mode, if it even makes sense, is this... a song from our own local Bruneian band, D'Hask - Usang 12. The song was first introduced to me by two of my mates, thanks guys *thumbs up*. They also commented the song as 'membari high', which is a good thing anyway, when I first ask them about their views regarding the song itself. So now, after continously listening to the same song over and over again, can't seem to get sick of it, I admit that I'm addicted to listen to this song. Another reason is due to the fact that the lyrics itself reflects some story of my life *oh owhh here comes the drama haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't had the chance to listen to it yet, I highly recommend you guys to listen to it on this website www.purevolume.com/dhask (courtesy of purevolume inc) and SUPPORT OUR LOCAL BAND such as D'Hask itself =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-Hask - Usang 12 lyric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersama mu, rela ku berikan jantung ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biarku luaskan nafsuku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atas nama cinta ku beri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak terlintas di sanubari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadi tak berdegup lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nafasku terhenti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selagi kakiku berdiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takan lenguh Janji Di patri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betapa pilu hati ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jauh disudut pintu hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbisik sendiri, usang dan sepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tersingkir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku dicipta bukan hanya untuknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun hakikatnya, Aku hanya arjuna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan untuk di cinta oleh sang duyung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang hanya mampu berbicara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai aku, tidak diciptakan untuk mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihat kan dirinya untuk ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agar aku bisa kunjungi, detik manis putra dan putri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kan senyum dan pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengisi kekosongan hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid 8 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin ku tidak pernah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyatakan padanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahwasanya dirinya adalah yang pertama&lt;br /&gt;(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andai masih tersisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintamu untuk ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cintailah aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai dewa percinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panahkan lah hatinya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada Sang Anggun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarku mampu berbicara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lyrics and picture are courtesy of www.purevolume.com/dhask)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-6744731222377455048?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/6744731222377455048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=6744731222377455048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/6744731222377455048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/6744731222377455048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2009/06/usang-12.html' title='Usang 12'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SkD7cBi0C_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/hygtB6FYq8E/s72-c/Artist-7164137-1_842897126l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-2698667993374669897</id><published>2009-06-22T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:45:43.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crows Zero II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Sj_AX80Hw8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2uMKF_tq7pI/s1600-h/Crows_Zero_2_image_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Sj_AX80Hw8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2uMKF_tq7pI/s400/Crows_Zero_2_image_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350206400033702850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left: Ken, Izaki, Serizawa, Genji, Narumi, Mito, Tokio and Rindaman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Sj_AXv0ziII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Ug6xN48DyKU/s1600-h/0000yzey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Sj_AXv0ziII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Ug6xN48DyKU/s400/0000yzey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350206396546910338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left: Suzuran High. right: Housen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Sj_AXVc4IHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UchxOD0Itlk/s1600-h/14351-CROWS_ZERO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Sj_AXVc4IHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UchxOD0Itlk/s400/14351-CROWS_ZERO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350206389467226226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture from Crows Zero I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Sj_AXH5MtvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qA7Sqfktgms/s1600-h/332755_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Sj_AXH5MtvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qA7Sqfktgms/s400/332755_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350206385827919602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genji beating the hell out of the Housens!!! *koraaaaaa!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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I’ve waited so long just to get my eyes to this badass movie, fuuh what pain in the ass though haha =p Anyway, for those of you who haven’t had the chance to watch the first movie, here’s a little summary of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Takiya Genji (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oguri_Shun" title="Oguri Shun"&gt;Oguri Shun&lt;/a&gt;), a newcomer to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Suzuran&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;All-Boys&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;High   School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; who aims to 'conquer' Suzuran. Genji makes a deal with his father, Hideo Takitani. If he can conquer the school before his graduation, he will be allowed to succeed his father as the head of his yakuza syndicate. But first, he has to defeat Serizawa Tamao, the "King of Beasts" and leader of the Serizawa Army and not to mentioned, the closest to conquering Suzuran High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later, Genji were able to gain control of his own class which was formerly led by Chuta and from there onwards, he made alliance with other of his fellow ‘conquerors’, Makise and Izaki, who eventually led to him one step closer to his goal to conquer Suzuran High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the rest I leave it to you guys to watch, no spoilers thank you =p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the second movie itself, which was released this April, it centers out the situation 8 months after what we can see from the first movie. Genji is close to graduation and yet still far away from conquering Suzuran due to a decisive loss towards Rindaman, one of the toughest lad in Suzuran High and rumors has it that he hospitalized more than 10 men as a freshmen alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In adding to that, Genji encountered another issue with another rival school, the Housen, led by the ferocious Taiga Narumi. The rival school itself caused a stir and chaos towards Suzuran which eventually caused more burden for Genji and his fellow comrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, this is all that I can state as a summary of the story and the rest is up to you peeps to find out. Personal ratings for both movies, 8.9/10 ^^,V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I ended my post with double thumbs up to Takashi Miike who produced one of the greatest movies that I’ve seen so far =D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-2698667993374669897?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/2698667993374669897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=2698667993374669897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/2698667993374669897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/2698667993374669897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2009/06/crows-zero-ii.html' title='Crows Zero II'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Sj_AX80Hw8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/2uMKF_tq7pI/s72-c/Crows_Zero_2_image_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-8937356432807589775</id><published>2009-04-19T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:21:00.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Awake From My Nap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ZZZ… ahh dude!!! Wake up wake up!!! Ohh man, I just realized that June exam is around the corner and to be specific, my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; exam is history paper and will be held at… *checking on the calendar* WTF?!!! You can’t be bloody serious?! 30 more f#cking days?! =O I can’t even grow a moustache within 30 days!!! And for revising?! IDK, never done it before…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*Headache* hmphh, well this only lead to one thing and only rely on that particular thing in order for a miracle happen and that’s… “dating with my books”… oh yes, I never liked dating books so much, as far as I can remember haha, but hell it’s the only shot I can take.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s been an ease in my mind lately, thinking of this and that, the future and not to mention all the pressure I’ve received from fellow peers, tutors and of course my respective parents who all expecting something from me, as stated by my history tutor “flying with colours”, and I’m pretty sure that thing is not ‘FAILURE’.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So basically where I’m at right now? Close to success? Not even close mate… Close to failure? If I say that then I can be labeled as liar… even I myself don’t know which position I am at right now. So, to be on the safe side, it’s best to place my self in the middle of both which btw explains clearly, my so-called future result is hanging by the thread…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, it’s not anyone’s fault really that I’m not fully prepared for the upcoming exam, both mentally… physically… if it even make sense. Where are all the days that are given to me as a chance for me to spent time with my lovely *sort of* book of knowledge? Hmm, to those who knew me that much, I bet they know the answer but for the sake of blogging… I spent it all sleeping. Yeah, I lay my ass on my bed, dreaming and snoring *cough not true cough*. And when I got the chance or free time to study, I simply said to myself “alaa wtf should I be studying now, tomorrow can bah~” what the devil? Haha =P Eventually tomorrow changed to days and days become weeks and months which leads to where I’m at now…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hmphh f#ck it, I need a bloody slap… No!!! a good old punch in the face sounds better enough so that I can wake up from my laziness. Fortunately, I just realized it now than later and chances? No comment, but will try my best… so hope luck will be on my side and wish me luck for my upcoming exam peeps… not to forget all my mates, the 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; form students from SMSO, who will be having their exams this upcoming June, I wish you all good luck mates!!! =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*p.s: belajar tah banar2 mates, mun dapat grade tinggi bukan jwa urang lain untung, kamu juwa &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; and… aku haha =P kenapa? Sapa yang grade nya tinggi tu nanti, belanja aku makan lahh hahaha =P*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-8937356432807589775?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/8937356432807589775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=8937356432807589775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/8937356432807589775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/8937356432807589775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-awake-from-my-nap.html' title='Finally Awake From My Nap...'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-8673022917463726360</id><published>2009-04-16T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:17:38.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Guitars Are Better Than Girlfriends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here are 15 reasons why guitars are better than girlfriends: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;01&lt;/b&gt;. Girls dump you. A guitar will &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; be there when you get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;02&lt;/b&gt;. A guitar's minimum requirement is an amp. A girl's minimum requirement is shoes, clothes, makeup, a mirror, magazines, more shoes and a tiny handbag. And that's &lt;i&gt;every week&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03&lt;/b&gt;. You'll never turn on a girl as fast as you can turn on an amp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;04&lt;/b&gt;. If your guitar sounds crap, you can tune it. If your girl talks crap you're stuck with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;05&lt;/b&gt;. Guitar's, unlike girls, have volume control which goes &lt;i&gt;all &lt;/i&gt;the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;06&lt;/b&gt;. If you play your guitar crap, it tells you its crap. It doesn't lie and pretend you did it right when you didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;07&lt;/b&gt;. Two girls at once is hard to come by. Double kneck guitars are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;08&lt;/b&gt;. Your guitar makes a sound &lt;i&gt;only &lt;/i&gt;when you want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;09&lt;/b&gt;. Nobody cares when you dump your old, out of date guitar for a new, younger model. In fact it's encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;. With a guitar, you can copy tunes from other songs. With a girl, try telling her you're copying some moves from an ex and she'll throw you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;. Your guitar doesn't refuse to let you play it once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt;. Your guitar will never find out if you've been playing another guitar behind its back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;. You don't have to get guitars drunk before using them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;. You can stare at a guitar all you like, but stare at a girl too long and you'll end up in an immense amount of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt;. Watching other people play the guitar is entertaining. Watching other people do it is just &lt;i&gt;sick&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*p.s: such posting is for the sake of reading entertainment not being f*cked up sexist =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-8673022917463726360?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/8673022917463726360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=8673022917463726360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/8673022917463726360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/8673022917463726360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-guitars-are-better-than-girlfriends.html' title='Why Guitars Are Better Than Girlfriends?'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-1876605054393974765</id><published>2009-03-25T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:19:56.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Of You.... Pictures Of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Scqnlk20ngI/AAAAAAAAAH8/n-5VXs_-Qx8/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Scqnlk20ngI/AAAAAAAAAH8/n-5VXs_-Qx8/s400/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317246574054907394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Scqnll_lHiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LBIwr_f9E-w/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Scqnll_lHiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LBIwr_f9E-w/s400/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317246574360075810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/ScqnldOC68I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5LtIZVTOX-8/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/ScqnldOC68I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5LtIZVTOX-8/s400/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317246572004830146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/ScqnlTSbAeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wjya_ZxeHJM/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/ScqnlTSbAeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wjya_ZxeHJM/s400/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317246569338831330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures position: from top...&lt;br /&gt;- me doing my Kata at Sengkarai Dojo&lt;br /&gt;- me doing a Mawashi Geri at our training in Pantai Seri Kenangan last Sunday for the Brukaf competiton&lt;br /&gt;- my lil bro Aldrin with a... axe kick?! haha&lt;br /&gt;- my lil bro Austin with his Uramawashi Gere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This my 2nd post about karate, and last post about it was a little emotional don't you think? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this time it's touch a brief account about these two karatekas... My respected, *cough2 not!!!* little brothers haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldrin - a bit of a shorty but bare in mind his mawashi gere or the rounhouse kick is sometime can be refered as lethal... trust me... I've been through thius shit, a lot!!! and, he's quite good in sweeping, can't remember the Japanese term for it... Im quite impressed when he beat down a dude from ABDB  in the last tournament... You earn my respect little man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin - my 3rd youngest brother but a bit taller than his 2nd elder, ALdrin!!! haha =p IDK much about him... Coz, he's a conservative type of guy when it comes to sparring... Seriously, I don't ever want to piss this guy out in the ring!!! Why? When he pissed, he will kill.... *gulp* some may not realise it until he gave them a good old uramawashi gere in the face... How fast? Well... Let's just say, the feet slaps before you even blinked... Fast enough? haha... And he's quite a fighter in terms of agility, strength and mentality... Unluckily he never had the chance to fight in tournaments though, too young for most tournaments!!! But, to my experience in karate, I can see a champion when I see one... A little more adjustments and you're there mate... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's almost time to go to school for the Explorace thingy hehe, better off to shower before my mate arrives to pick me up... haha, kana marah nda cali~ =P Well, wish me and some of my other karate peers good luck for the upcoming Brukaf tournament in Mumong this 27th and 29th... *nervous2* =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-1876605054393974765?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/1876605054393974765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=1876605054393974765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/1876605054393974765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/1876605054393974765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures-of-you-pictures-of-me.html' title='Pictures Of You.... Pictures Of...'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/Scqnlk20ngI/AAAAAAAAAH8/n-5VXs_-Qx8/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-1621043050390691562</id><published>2009-03-20T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:23:25.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprised?? Yeahh Maybe~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/ScOXjbXqCxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HPwx1Mz0-q4/s1600-h/19032009_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/ScOXjbXqCxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HPwx1Mz0-q4/s400/19032009_013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315258620125514514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/ScOXjCFimEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MeeYkJ9ddo8/s1600-h/19032009_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/ScOXjCFimEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MeeYkJ9ddo8/s400/19032009_010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315258613338642498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/ScOXi_G975I/AAAAAAAAAHM/u-hoBtXVkAs/s1600-h/19032009_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/ScOXi_G975I/AAAAAAAAAHM/u-hoBtXVkAs/s400/19032009_008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315258612539322258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/ScOXihMOBNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tZmZcBxu87k/s1600-h/19032009_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/ScOXihMOBNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tZmZcBxu87k/s400/19032009_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315258604508284114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th of March,yesterday, the end of the first term of 2009 and... someone's birthday... guess who... haha =P well i arrived quite late than usual in the morning to school, hoping to avoid any birthday songs from my mates... i went to L6-4 to see a mate of mine to ask a few things that i've had in my mind. the second i want to step in, luckily Daus went first, so they sing a birthday song to Daus instead haha =P so yeah i went inside... a birthday song... play it cool as always haha... went back to my class, got a few greeting from my classmates and received a present from Amuls, thanks babe!!! hehe =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block 4... sociology class... hoping to have no class, typical holiday mood haha... mr.charles went in with a 'bag', so not like him to carry a bag with him with no books inside of it! haha didn't even suspect a thing though... anyway, he came in with a gloomy mood, again so not like him, usually mr.charles explains to us why he was in such mood. then two of my mates, larry and lukman loopy, asked for permission to go the cloak room in the early of the morning!!! something's fishy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we learned sociology as always... a few minutes of lecturing about Marxism and Crime, me reading the pages wondering what the hell is Marxist criminologist claimed about crime... before i even realised it... "Happy Birthday to you"... wtf?! i saw both loopy and larry at the door, holding a durian haha... for a minute i was thinking wth did these two holding a durian and sing a birthday song?! then i saw my name was written on the durian, cool got icing on durian haha, and below it says "happy holiday"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me like 30 seconds to realise that the durian was a cake!!! haha, it was like so lagg of me =P damn, i was really shock and freeze out back then!!! not to mention "control ron control" haha ='S btw, to prove this, i did put my blur wtf is going on face on the post haha =D so yeahh, i was quite suprised that moment... i did'nt saw it coming eventhough i did suspect something haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you mr.charles for the cake, loopy and larry for the suprise and the whole sociology class for singing a lovely birthday song... sorry, no belanja ah haha, kapih already =P btw, the P.S for block 5 that is using L6-7 room, not my fault the room smelled like durian haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block 5, GP class, well ms.lee did fulfill her promise to sing me another birthday song... again thanks to the whole GP class... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break time, another song haha led by my mate Duke, thanks mate, eventhough it was quite embarrassing =s oh he also led another song in my history class haha, typical Duke~ nice mate... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i went home, i hang my ass out at the canteen with a few friends, and bumped in with kevin, my junior and one of my squad c junior during orientation... i was quite touched when he said that he represented the whole squad C to greet me a happy birthday... well, at least they still remember their old senior hehe... i replied and joked, "why they didn't greet me individually?" "they can't find you anywhere senior so they asked me to greet you" "ooo~" ehem2, to that squad C, im sorry for not available that morning haha but i appreciate your greetings... =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnnn, im sleepy noe due to overconsume of nasi katok for lunch haha, so i end my post with a special announcement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to those who greeted me... suprised me with a cake and made my day a blast, thank you so much!!! i really appreciate it and to some extent touched but not in a jiwang2 way haha =P to the ones who greeted me via chatbox, again tq sooooo muchh, sorry cannot belanja, reserved for tomorrow's date haha kidding =P and... enjoy your hools peeps!!! =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-1621043050390691562?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/1621043050390691562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=1621043050390691562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/1621043050390691562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/1621043050390691562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2009/03/suprised-yeahh-maybe.html' title='Suprised?? 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Wherever I go, whatever I do, waiting for my turn in counters, eating at restaurants, you name it all, my music mate never stayed far. People may refer me as a ‘music-aholic’ and some claim that I’m crazy, sort of, because almost 2/3 of my time is spent with mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don’t literally go around and announce to people why in the world I spent most of my time with music… Not that free and I’m not even that free to update my blog, sorry readers… ‘-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, reason number one, it’s my life and I can do whatever I want haha =P Two, music is my source of inspiration, most o the time, I can’t even revise or even do my assignments without it, seriously!!! =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three, I’m kind of the ‘anti-noise’, ‘anti - bla bla’, ‘anti-comment’ and ‘anti wtf is going on with the world’ type of person, yeaa I prefer to sit there not knowing any bull crap people say or gossip about. So whenever I encounter these types of shit, don’t even bother to say a word to me… I’m off listening to my mp3 with both ears covered with music in that little corner haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four, it’s a way for me to release stress. I don’t know about you guys but it sure works with me. I listen to sorts of genre, but only 3 types of genre fits me well in any situation which I refer to as ‘versatile genre’ – Britpop, Indie and alternative respectively. One of my mates actually asked me the other day, “Why do you listen to Britpop? Is it really that good?” umm well lets see… I don’t know about you but I believe that every individual has their own taste of music, so yepp… Plus, such type of bands like the Arctic Monkeys and Bloc Party are one of my favorites. What’s not to like? Cool drum beats, esp. how they play around with the cymbals and the bass pedals and their ‘British English Accent’. I’m quite tired of the typical American English accent which is commonly on air nowadays and I find British accent pop music is rather a unique blend of music. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s all I can say about my mp3 ‘addiction’, sort of haha, well that’s the most logical answers I can think off right now hehe… Well, and I’m off *plug in headphones, when the sun goes down from the arctic monkeys please~* =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-8874294200972503157?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/8874294200972503157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=8874294200972503157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/8874294200972503157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/8874294200972503157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2009/03/music.html' title='M.U.S.I.C'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SbkD6yYkHkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_D6yjcK8kOw/s72-c/DSCN0732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-8012621592466220993</id><published>2008-12-21T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:33:18.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years gone by... but i'm back =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5vPc1Q4dI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hR8EYfKkF0k/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5vPc1Q4dI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hR8EYfKkF0k/s400/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282281724180488658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5vO0myrXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MbOTN47NUyE/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5vO0myrXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MbOTN47NUyE/s400/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282281713382370674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5vOUdFGyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XRnf_yoPDes/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5vOUdFGyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XRnf_yoPDes/s400/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282281704751700770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5vNjll-pI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xMvV_Y-9NI0/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5vNjll-pI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xMvV_Y-9NI0/s400/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282281691634072210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5uCkaOZlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pId69itW4Ns/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5uCkaOZlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/pId69itW4Ns/s400/DSC00396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282280403364636242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5uCoJ-ycI/AAAAAAAAAF8/roT5DXbkiqs/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5uCoJ-ycI/AAAAAAAAAF8/roT5DXbkiqs/s400/DSC00385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282280404370246082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5uBwq4XSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BIuqVExWcNo/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5uBwq4XSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BIuqVExWcNo/s400/DSC00419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282280389475851554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5uBRx9D6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/rEnt_R7Vzc8/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5uBRx9D6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/rEnt_R7Vzc8/s400/DSC00415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282280381184020386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5tCeP_LpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/m2USM4DLGF8/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5tCeP_LpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/m2USM4DLGF8/s400/DSC00417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282279302199455378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5tCKGeQwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WqIYpKjNRSc/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5tCKGeQwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WqIYpKjNRSc/s400/DSC00400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282279296790840066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5tB8xMwfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SYIF3OSTyhQ/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5tB8xMwfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/SYIF3OSTyhQ/s400/DSC00413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282279293211951602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5tB-hMMaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TY58y_m7jn8/s1600-h/DSC00388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5tB-hMMaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TY58y_m7jn8/s400/DSC00388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282279293681676706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I recall, it’s been 3 years since I last stepped in Long Banyok. God knows how much I miss that place. Well, the place I’m referring to is my mom’s homeland and yes I know she miss it as much as I did =D Plus, it is the home of my grandmother (we call her by the name “UKAU” which means grandmother in Morek) and my aunty A’a (one of the &lt;blockquote&gt;people I know who can sure pull of a delicious meal. Make that every meal!!! =D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only two ways of getting to the place, one: by car (which roughly takes about 5 hours plus) and two: by the only fastest water transport on the Baram River, the “express” which takes two long trips. First, from Kuala Baram to Marudi (about 3 hrs) and second, from Marudi to Long Banyok (2 ½ hrs plus), so total is like 6 hours trip. I know, it is a pain in the ass to sit my butt on the express seat for 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Baram River (for those of you who did’nt know) is the river below the Baram Bridge before heading to Miri and after the Malaysian Immigration. Last time when I went there, I just use the car and of course you’ll need a 4X4 ride to get there, the road was kinda hardcore a bit especially during raining time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time (on the 5th of Decenber), I just use the express to get there and got back home, haha a bit cheaper compare using a car (harap maklum, harga minyak mahal kali aa di sana, harga tayar lagi, itu ini blablabla =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority of the villagers in Long Banyok is Kenyah or Morek and very surprisingly they are also good in Iban language which makes it easier for me to communicate. But, sometimes I just don’t understand what the hell they talked about in their own language, which makes me felt kinda outcast in certain moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So f#ck it ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to bed early haha =D not your fault that I don’t speak and understands a little bit of Morek language. But since I got back from there, my Morek is getting a little better than before hehe. Let’s just say I managed to master a few words from my new buddies over there =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there for 6 days and got back home to Brunei on the 11th. Unluckily I came there before Christmas =( coz Christmas there was like 2X crazy than what I had in Brunei, PERIOD!!! I mean, all the non-stop sound of firecrackers (it’s still on till after midnight even when you’re trying to sleep on the night of 24th, before Christmas), the sound of music non-stop till dawn breaks and all of the happy mood the people had on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the lists of things that I might miss and not miss from Long Banyok:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My grandma Ukau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My aunty A’a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The people of Long Banyok who is always so friendly =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aunty’s f#cking hot shot curry and her egg fried cabbage, which I had every meal on the 6 days I stayed there and I never got sick of it!!! So a thumbs up to my aunt who is an excellent cook =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eating more than a kg of grilled catfish (KELI). Damn, these bad boys in Long Banyok are so delicious, no shitting, coz they fed on the palm fruits (buah sawit) which makes them taste good compare to a normal catfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Exchange the word ‘ANA!!!’ with some dudes in the football field, whatever it means… but it’s fun though haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blood thirsty mosquitoes, which forced me to wear jeans and long sleeves every time I got into bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Funny shitty words coming out of some drunk dudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The muddy football field which was originally a swampy area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A cold bath at the Baram River. OMG!!! The river was like 100 meters wide!!! No I’M NOT F#CKING Kidding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-8012621592466220993?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/8012621592466220993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=8012621592466220993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/8012621592466220993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/8012621592466220993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-years-gone-by-but-im-back-d.html' title='3 years gone by... but i&apos;m back =D'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SU5vPc1Q4dI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hR8EYfKkF0k/s72-c/DSC00418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-7976618930811961592</id><published>2008-11-02T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:04:17.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY FOR LATE UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys for the late update =) It’s like more than a month since I last post… Actually I was too busy with the final exam and didn’t have time to update anything in here. Since some people complained that I didn’t update my blog (sorry2 haha), so I’ll try my best to update it as much as I can hehe… =P Cheers Mates!!! Thank you for viewing, I really2 appreciate it… =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-7976618930811961592?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/7976618930811961592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=7976618930811961592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/7976618930811961592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/7976618930811961592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-for-late-update.html' title='SORRY FOR LATE UPDATE'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-5542551516896559955</id><published>2008-11-02T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:03:23.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAGS ON DATES</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the materials I found which can be a little less helpful, maybe, when you’re on a date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THEY SAY REALLY MEANT ACTUALLY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We need to talk” = “I’m pregnant”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I had a wonderful time last night” = “who the hell are you?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you come?” = “because I didn’t…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll give you a call” = “I’d rather have my nipples torn off by wild dogs than see you again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you” = “God, what have I gotten myself into??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think we should be friends” = “you’re ugly!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve a lot from you” = “next please!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m romantic” = “yeah I’m poor~”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-5542551516896559955?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/5542551516896559955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=5542551516896559955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/5542551516896559955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/5542551516896559955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2008/11/gags-on-dates.html' title='GAGS ON DATES'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-5616443145507061776</id><published>2008-11-02T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:18:29.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 THINGS I HATE THE MOST WHEN CHATTING ONLINE</title><content type='html'>1. Got disconnected when I’m still busy chatting with someone “yang diminati”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Crazy EX girlfriends who appeared out of no where, a year with no contact whatsoever and without any reason asking something like “masih sayang aku?” and “mau masih sama aku?”. Simple answer… NO!!! And do yourself a favor and find somebody else!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The one who answer “secret lah” when I ask who they are and where they got my email. Honestly, it pisses me off and I’m not f#cking free to play guessing2 games…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When someone pissed off with someone and say something bad about them using their “nick” as their so called “weapon”. Salah guna tu namanya haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I’m apologizing to someone who is clearly pissed off with me, via MSN, and replied something like “adakan ku marah?” or “mana ada aku marah” as if I’m so f#cked up dumb to realize that… I’m not born yesterday lahh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every time one of these things happens, I conclude them with a good old “FUCK IT” HaHaHa!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-5616443145507061776?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/5616443145507061776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=5616443145507061776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/5616443145507061776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/5616443145507061776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-things-i-hate-most-when-chatting.html' title='5 THINGS I HATE THE MOST WHEN CHATTING ONLINE'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-3862800711299354520</id><published>2008-11-02T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:50:27.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Friendship =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SSJzaK_i9gI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qIFcVqFPzLM/s1600-h/karate+belait+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SSJzaK_i9gI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qIFcVqFPzLM/s400/karate+belait+073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269901407441581570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SQ5et4TjfPI/AAAAAAAAADs/H_cV8G4fbfU/s1600-h/karate+psk+belait+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SQ5et4TjfPI/AAAAAAAAADs/H_cV8G4fbfU/s400/karate+psk+belait+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264249156744215794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SQ5eKzQJdrI/AAAAAAAAADk/HYjvCyb3pSk/s1600-h/karate+belait+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SQ5eKzQJdrI/AAAAAAAAADk/HYjvCyb3pSk/s400/karate+belait+023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264248554092328626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SQ5eBta4RbI/AAAAAAAAADc/ivUStcfJCsg/s1600-h/DSC07002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SQ5eBta4RbI/AAAAAAAAADc/ivUStcfJCsg/s400/DSC07002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264248397907903922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SQ5dyQXDdLI/AAAAAAAAADU/L2KaKlnflSo/s1600-h/DSC06991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SQ5dyQXDdLI/AAAAAAAAADU/L2KaKlnflSo/s400/DSC06991.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264248132409193650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SQ5dhcAJEQI/AAAAAAAAADM/LRkwkBvi2Kw/s1600-h/17062008(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SQ5dhcAJEQI/AAAAAAAAADM/LRkwkBvi2Kw/s400/17062008(011).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264247843476541698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SQ5dEhCZeOI/AAAAAAAAADE/fGTCpNmY720/s1600-h/17062008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SQ5dEhCZeOI/AAAAAAAAADE/fGTCpNmY720/s400/17062008(007).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264247346611976418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the memories I’ve had with my friends when we were in KB for PSK karate event when I saw our PSK pictures on my laptop last time. Baam!!! Nickelback’s song, photograph starts to come out of nowhere haha. A few minutes of reminiscing and it did really felt like going back to the ‘good old times’…=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when I think back all the things we did together was rather fun, even though the training was like hell but who cares when you like to sparr a lot lolz!!! The training was tough in the first three weeks but we got over it… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the hard work was well worth it. From the hardcore training to the endless beating, only God knows how it felt like ahaha!!! What I adore the most is our bond, somehow are more than friends… more than teammates… more like a family... Wesehh~~ =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days in KB was rather interesting than how I pictured it would be. And I must admit that I’m impressed with some of my teammates. I didn’t expect that some of them would go beyond better than what I’ve seen before…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Umm I only managed to get a 2nd bronze for the KATA team event along with my two other teammates, Amer and Eham, and a silver medal in the men’s under 85 kg Kumite (Sparring) and I got DQ at the final match… F#ck!!! Ahaha!!! Naah its oklah, no hard feelings though… =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in the end, win or lose, it didn’t matter at all because the thing is we did have fun on the way… =) Congrats to all of the ones who managed to get medals during the event and all of the Tutong Karate Contingent: Rynnol, Sia, Niko, Ijat, Fadli, Fadil, Muiz, Mat, Hafiz, Bobeh, Eham, Aldrin, Amer, Li, Kimin, Nana, Nabilah, Rozi, Sally, Mama Atoi, Fatin, Yu and Zana …Guys I miss you!!! A lot!!! Haha!!! And a special thanks to our karate tutor: Sensei Naz, Sensei Hasan and Sensei Pg.Jaya, thank you for all of your support!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-3862800711299354520?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/3862800711299354520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=3862800711299354520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/3862800711299354520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/3862800711299354520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2008/11/beyond-friendship.html' title='Beyond Friendship =)'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SSJzaK_i9gI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qIFcVqFPzLM/s72-c/karate+belait+073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-7874894406670402744</id><published>2008-09-25T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:49:27.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G.T.O!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SNuxnNal2SI/AAAAAAAAACw/2IKbvL8FIZE/s1600-h/GTO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SNuxnNal2SI/AAAAAAAAACw/2IKbvL8FIZE/s400/GTO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249985077804652834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Great Teacher Onizuka or more known as “GTO” is one of the greatest anime I’ve had in my DVD collection. Seriously! Eventhough the graphics are not that satisfying because it is a kind of classic anime (almost like Dragon Ball typed of graphics… Of course! The anime itself was published in 1999!!! How old am I at that time again?? Lolz!!! ) yet the story itself is great (suits the name of the anime itself hehe), well I didn’t get sick of it haha!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The main character, Eikichi Onizuka, who is an ex-biker, a 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; Degree Blackbelt in Karate and the leader of a gang called the legendary ‘Onibaku’ from Shonen who kicked the asses of the top gang that time, the legendary Midnight Angel (and yes he is a bad-ass hahaha!!! =P). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then six years later, Onizuka decided to put away his gangster life and has an aim to become the greatest teacher. Using his strong connections and power as a respected ex-leader, he was able to gain respect from his student while he was in his two weeks as a student teacher.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Graduate teaching practice and officially becoming a teacher, he was given a job at one of the high status private school in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;!!! How lucky is that?! 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; day as an official teacher, working in a high prestige school!!! But his luck began to turn as he was provided with the most problematic class in the school which had forced a few of the teachers to quit their job!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Different kinds of students in his class had numerous attempts to torture him and tried drive him off from his career as a teacher. Yet it never stopped him from fulfilling his dream to be the greatest teacher.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Slowly he deals with his troublesome students and gain trust from his fellow teachers (esp. the principal and the P.E teacher!!!) whom distrust him due to his past backgrounds and from the results of the attempts made by his students which labeled him as a bad teacher.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, his methods sometimes can be un-matured and he maybe a pervert but he tries his all to be the best to his student even though it is impossible to him but that’s how this guy roll!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Really, this anime is one hell of a story although it is too long to watch, seriously… it’s almost like watching the Korean drama ‘Fullhouse’ from chapter one to the end hahaha!! But I did enjoy watching it. Really, from my experience I had never seen a teacher as a bad-ass as this guy over here!!! Hahaha!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-7874894406670402744?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/7874894406670402744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=7874894406670402744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/7874894406670402744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/7874894406670402744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2008/09/gto.html' title='G.T.O!!!'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SNuxnNal2SI/AAAAAAAAACw/2IKbvL8FIZE/s72-c/GTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-7876670456074322755</id><published>2008-09-25T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:15:38.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faber Drive - Second Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SNtWfzUYxRI/AAAAAAAAACo/ItGPRF3qiqU/s1600-h/i7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SNtWfzUYxRI/AAAAAAAAACo/ItGPRF3qiqU/s320/i7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249884894982096146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The song, second chance, is the first single coming from a Canadian band with a punk rock genre which was named “Faber Drive”, from their 2007 album “Seven Second Surgery”’ Members of the band: Faber(guitar and lead vocals), Hinsley(lead guitar), Krikit(bass) and Redbull(drums).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Man this song rocks! That’s why it’s one of my A-List songs hehe… It has a cool rhythm in it with a meaningful lyric to bring the song to perfection.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This song pretty much described about demanding a second chance and tried to fix everything that had done but realized that it was too late to have a second chance when the other person had already moved on with someone else, which explains the part “I’m in a second place to get a second chance”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The moral of this song is:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(i) Be there with your loved ones when they needed you the most.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(ii) When you broke up in a relationship and wanted another chance, don’t be too late to ask her/him for it. Yet the outcome will be different… some may accept you back, some will need more time to think about it (in the end the answer is either yes or no) and some just wanted to move on. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So for the punk rock lovers, I recommended you guys to listen to this song! Well I sure enjoy listening to it, you..? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LYRICS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found the phone&lt;br /&gt;I must've missed your message&lt;br /&gt;You got it wrong, It wasn't what your friend said.&lt;br /&gt;Tell by your tone, I've taken it too far again.&lt;br /&gt;(Just when I thought I'd gone and fixed it all again.)   &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your friends are telling you, You gotta move on.&lt;br /&gt;(Just when I thought I'd gone and wrecked it all again.)&lt;br /&gt;You turned around so I could tell you what took so long.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i ever waited to say.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm just dying just to see you again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Instead of holding you, I was holding out.&lt;br /&gt;I should've let you in, but I let you down.&lt;br /&gt;You were the first to give ,I was the first to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in second place, to get a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've known, took you and I for granted&lt;br /&gt;Gotta let you know, I was never underhanded.&lt;br /&gt;Tell by your tone, I've taken it too far again.&lt;br /&gt;(Just when I thought I'd gone and fixed it all again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friends are telling me they saw you with someone.&lt;br /&gt;(Just when I thought I'd gone and wrecked it all again.)&lt;br /&gt;You turned around so I could tell you what took so long.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i ever waited to say.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm just dying just to see you again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ii):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My last mistake, putting my friends first.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to laugh it off but I made things worse.&lt;br /&gt;You were the first to give, I was the first to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in second place, to get a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you give is always what you get.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I haven't given yet.&lt;br /&gt;If you could give another second chance.&lt;br /&gt;(Just when I thought I'd gone and fixed it all again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(ii)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(chorus)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/582136172769483524-7876670456074322755?l=yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/feeds/7876670456074322755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=582136172769483524&amp;postID=7876670456074322755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/7876670456074322755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/582136172769483524/posts/default/7876670456074322755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yeahhmaybe.blogspot.com/2008/09/faber-drive-second-chance.html' title='Faber Drive - Second Chance'/><author><name>a a r o n</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14494193998613388035</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/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SzofgTfNtNI/AAAAAAAAAME/7NiImGNutbc/S220/9523_101422556545442_100000330944777_36687_194233_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SNtWfzUYxRI/AAAAAAAAACo/ItGPRF3qiqU/s72-c/i7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-582136172769483524.post-4581760517487049617</id><published>2008-09-24T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:39:34.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Buffet Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SNpfFm_ha0I/AAAAAAAAACY/OYTBE6AWAWM/s1600-h/Hehe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SNpfFm_ha0I/AAAAAAAAACY/OYTBE6AWAWM/s400/Hehe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249612865624697666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SNpbleSUsDI/AAAAAAAAACI/xO3q8ADOCDU/s1600-h/My+Fried+Noodle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RL1pxFgXjMA/SNpbleSUsDI/AAAAAAAAACI/xO3q8ADOCDU/s320/My+Fried+Noodle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249609014996938802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today me and two of my other friends, Daus and Ash, went for a sungkai dinner at the May Inn Cafe at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Halim&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Plaza&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;... Wheww am i glad to see them coz im pretty damn bored myself during this week... Anyway... We supposed to meet up there like at 5 pm but i turned in like 50 minutes later coz i got stuck at Hua Ho Tutong buying a vaccum cleaner to replace the one i recked this morning, yes i did and im really good at it haha... So i got there late and when i got there my friend Daus said that he already paid for my buffet (which i didn't expect but thanks anyway Daus haha). I was like "what?? Ohh Okeeehh..." and when the sungkai time arrived, everybody was like busy taking the buffet. Wahh atu ramai~ People rushing2 to get food at the buffet table, including my friend, and i still sitting there clueless with my other friend Ash.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Really, i never been to a buffet before so Ash was telling me to follow Daus on the buffet table. So i got up and on my way to the table i bumped in to my old mate from my last school and yep i had a conversation there. Yeah2 bla bla bla bla bla and a few more blas with him and i remembered i haven't get my food yet. "Kash, have you grabbed some food yet?" and he replied "Yeah i have.. Why?". WTF?!!! I thought that he haven't get his food wahh~ Then he said again "Bahh you better get yours lahh or else the food will finish".&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So i walk towards the table and still clueless on what to do!!! hahaha... I take a look at the buffet table while my hand was trying to grab a plate and i realised that most of the food was finished!!! Even the rice!!! Aiyooo so unlucky of me... =(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I walked back to our table, without food and looking at my buddy finishing his piece of fried chicken. Arghhh... Feeling frustrated, i told my friend that i want to change my buffet to a regular meal. Yes, really2 frustrated haha. I went to the table, feeling kind of embarrassed and told the waitress to change my buffet into Fried Noodles haha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Damn... haha... Well it's ok lah, at least it's a lesson for me next time im going to a buffet dinner again aha "When people starts rushing to the buffet table, grab as many food as you can!!! haha!!! 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