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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQHQXgzfyp7ImA9WhRSE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185</id><updated>2011-11-16T06:48:50.687+08:00</updated><category term="Z" /><title>a line of life</title><subtitle type="html">a life of a person is just like a line. it can be straight, it can be bend and also alot of crossings from other lines. and this is where you will see the line of my life.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ALineOfLife" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="alineoflife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIHRXY6fyp7ImA9WxRSF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-7110322380710841573</id><published>2008-09-18T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:02:14.817+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-18T12:02:14.817+08:00</app:edited><title>M.I.A</title><content type="html">Ahoi friends!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for being missing for awhile now. I know, I know. So what's new about me lately? Hmmmm.... Ok. Here goes. *crack* *crack*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who doesn't know, I have moved out from Damansara Perdana and currently now living in Bandar Sri Permaisuri. YUP! It's in Kepong and it seems that I'm moving further and further away from my work place. Oh well.... with all these price raising lately, I'm forced to move to a more affordable area. Nevertheless, this new place is bigger and more rooms. And yes, I'm not living alone ofcourse. With my girlfriend ofcourse. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's more? Hhmmmm.... Work? Normal, still traveling here and there. Just came back from Bangkok but this time I brought my girlfriend along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my.... What is going on in Malaysia? Our beloved country? *ahem* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, I'll stop now. Don't know what else to write. But it's a good start. Feels good too to be able to blog back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-7110322380710841573?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7110322380710841573/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=7110322380710841573" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/7110322380710841573?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/7110322380710841573?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2008/09/mia.html" title="M.I.A" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYGSHk-fCp7ImA9WxZTGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-7167086864350595942</id><published>2008-01-21T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:45:29.754+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-21T21:45:29.754+08:00</app:edited><title>The Guilt</title><content type="html">Today I heard on the radio about someone who had done something wrong but he/she won't feel guilty about it. How can someone feel that way? The answer is, that's because they have a mind set that if they don't do it, others might do it on them!!!! How ridiculous is that?! Have they no shame on themself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, it's about a guy who jumps queue at a traffic light. He dares to tell the whole Malaysia that he has no shame of what he did! He said if he don't do it, others might do it on him. So???!!!!???!!! Do you have to do it on other people who waited in line for so long? What kindda heart do you have for others? Don't you have the concern about how others would feel??!!! SHAME ON YOU!!! And you dare to say you don't feel guilty! SCREW YOU JACK ASS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-7167086864350595942?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7167086864350595942/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=7167086864350595942" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/7167086864350595942?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/7167086864350595942?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2008/01/guilt.html" title="The Guilt" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8ARXkzeCp7ImA9WxZTE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-1715570475870925511</id><published>2008-01-14T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:30:44.780+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-14T20:30:44.780+08:00</app:edited><title>The V Day....</title><content type="html">14th January 2008.... Another month to go. Do anyone know what day is that going to be? Yup, Valentine's Day. How are you going to celebrate it? With your loves one? Ofcourse.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That particular date, it was a sweet moment for me last time, and there was also one tragedy on that particular date for me. That was almost 6 years ago, and it's still fresh in my mind. That very day, 14th February 2002, tragedy happened. A day which I would remember till the day I die. A day that I almost lost my life. Also a day that I lost someone in my life. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid of that day to come, but it has to come anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-1715570475870925511?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1715570475870925511/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=1715570475870925511" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/1715570475870925511?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/1715570475870925511?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2008/01/v-day.html" title="The V Day...." /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUCQn09cCp7ImA9WB9bF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-6144036079741709370</id><published>2007-12-27T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:47:43.368+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-27T21:47:43.368+08:00</app:edited><title>Standing at the corner of the year....</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'lucida grande','serif';color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I paused a little while. Took a deep breath. And I turned around. I'm seeing many things and people that happened in my life this year. The final days of the year is not even here yet. Lurking. Ready to take on us all. I'm through this year. Done! Finish! Having much anticipations and fears for the coming year. With so much uncertainties in store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was sweet, bitter, with wishes being fulfilled and dreams turned into nightmares. One last look. One final wave. And when I turn forward, I will have no regrets, no tears and no fears of my past. Just picking up the debris and mend all that is broken. Appreciate all that bequest upon me, but not forgetting learning the lessons and promises that I've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A year older, a year lived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'lucida grande','serif';color:black;"  &gt;Taking all my experiences with a pinch of salt and touch base with reality. Accommodating lost and feeling my way through a masquerade. I am still learning to endure these two very distinctive affairs in my life right now. So far, I’ve been euphoric and indignant along the way. I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipate all and expects nothing. I think that helps in sincerity of giving over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'lucida grande','serif';color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'lucida grande','serif';color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;I live everyday, modestly; and ever gratified that I am alive. That I have so much to look forward to and have all the freedom to have it all. Life is really short. Know what you want and do your best to get it. I refuse to live wondering, but I can live knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-6144036079741709370?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6144036079741709370/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=6144036079741709370" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/6144036079741709370?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/6144036079741709370?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/12/standing-at-corner-of-year.html" title="Standing at the corner of the year...." /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcNQXk9fCp7ImA9WB9bF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-1820647864501582236</id><published>2007-12-27T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:44:50.764+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-27T21:44:50.764+08:00</app:edited><title>What a friend.....</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Hey!! Come back!! I'm losing visitors here.... Maybe it's because I didn't update my blog very often lately. Sighs. Sorry guys. Been busy. Don't worry. I'll update my blog often in this coming new year. I'll put that in my resolutions list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I was out the other day with my friends at the curve. 3 guys and a girl. Well, we were chatting and when the relationship topic comes out, this girl; C; told us that she is having a problem with her bf. -_-! And she told us her problem with her bf.... blah blah blah.... Then, one of my guy friend; A; started bombarding this girl's bf with all the bad words and stuffs like "He must be cheating on you!" "He is treating you like a freaking french maid" "He is just using you as a sex object" "He ain't worth it" "Lose him and find someone else" And some other things. You know I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was like....... ermmm... speechless. Why the heck he would say such things if he doesn't even know this bf of her's personally? I just gave him a finger. That's all. And I drag my another guy friend; H; to the toilet. While walking to the toilet with him, I asked him, "Why the heck did A act like that?, Aren't he supposed to listen and comfort her? Why bombard the guy? He maybe not good but it's not up to us to judge". H said "A has a crush on C" AHHHHH!!!! Now I got it. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why does human have to act like this? Am I like the bf too? Being bombard by someone for not being there to listen to my gf? Or, am I like A? Which am I? Comes to think of it, I think I'm more like the first one. For not being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But is it necessary for someone else to curse you and talk bad about you infront of your gf? Good or bad, it's up to the gf to judge. Nobody is perfect. The bf could be better in something else that does attract the gf. And maybe that's what the gf wants in her life. It's just at times she hope the bf has the other better half. No point bad mouth the bf. If you want to win the girl's heart, do it the correct way. What way? Go figure out yourself! LOL. Damn A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate you man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-1820647864501582236?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1820647864501582236/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=1820647864501582236" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/1820647864501582236?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/1820647864501582236?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-friend.html" title="What a friend....." /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FSHw7eSp7ImA9WB9UF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-8548866137350901145</id><published>2007-12-15T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T16:03:39.201+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-15T16:03:39.201+08:00</app:edited><title>Another year is almost become the past..... Another new year is coming....</title><content type="html">It's been sometime I didn't update this blog. I know some of you out there is actually still comes in here and hoping that I update it. Sorry to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; you. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; irritating when you logs in here and all you see is that song lyrics all over and over again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Before you start reading the next few lines of my pathetic blog, please wait till the song starts then continue. It's a wonder how someone could write and sing such a superb song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new year is coming. Any plans of celebrating it? Any new year resolutions? Well, as for me, I have no new resolutions to vow. People do ask me, do I have any new resolutions? I just replied nope. To me, to make a new resolution, we don't need to wait till new year comes. We can make new resolutions as the time comes. Right? As long as we can keep up to the old ones, then only we can make a new one. No point making a new one when you can't even keep up to the old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary of this year!! This year, I think it will be the most memorable one in my entire life. So many things, so many events, so many happiness, so many sadness, and so many people coming into my life. Anyone here interested of knowing them? Well, it's my blog, like it or not, I'm going to write it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! Let me try to recall everything now..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January....... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... nothing much..... went for a work trip to Canada..... was there for a week..... I was lucky enough to be the hotel's guest of the day and my room was upgraded to a Deluxe Suite which is a big surprise for me..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.... What else? Able to feel how is it like to be walking 400m out in the street to a mall at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt; of -17 degrees plus the strong wind from the north pole.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BBBBbrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;...... Almost fainted halfway walking..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Walking back to the hotel after shopping at the mall was so hard and I was so reluctant to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes February..... Nothing much at the beginning of the month but drawing near CNY, I broke up with my gf (that time)..... Had an arguement..... So I went thru CNY being single this year.... Sighs..... But something happened on the following month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March, got back together with her...... we told ourself that we will give another try to iron things out. We made a plan to stay together just by ourself and hope by doing this, we can have more privacy and spending quality time together more often at home.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April arrives and we managed to get a place to rent in Damansara Perdana...... bought furnitures.... fridge..... tables.... chairs...... cabinets...... phewwwww!!! Can't imagine moving house is so difficult..... Sighs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May...... Hmmm..... Her birthday......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June..... nothing much..... work and work and work.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July....... Went to Shanghai for another work trip....... for 3 weeks this time....... and she went to Jakarta for work trip also.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August..... things getting shaky.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th September 2007....... on my night of leaving to Turkey...... we broke up...... AGAIN! yeah.... screw it! Enjoyed myself in Turkey for 9 days! Doesn't even want to bother much...... came back and settle the stuff with her and off she go! Boleh Blah!....... Hahahahahaha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October..... hmmmmm...... met a girl..... but it was just short and sweet.... but I just have no feelings for her..... Doesn't know why..... Just doesn't.... But I met another girl again..... I wasn't putting any hope on her at that moment we first met..... but after a few times we went out.... my heart keeps pumping faster when I wait for her to meet up...... and I got more anxious of seeing her everytime.... and I felt a scratch that actually created a spark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November..... the month I was born 31 years ago...... had a small birthday party with her........ but it was perfect for me..... as long as I get to be with her...... even no party will be great for me too......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December...... a shitty month for me..... no comment.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for the new year to come.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-8548866137350901145?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8548866137350901145/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=8548866137350901145" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/8548866137350901145?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/8548866137350901145?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-year-is-almost-become-past.html" title="Another year is almost become the past..... Another new year is coming...." /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIAR3g4eSp7ImA9WB9WE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-2514664371326492605</id><published>2007-11-18T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T08:09:06.631+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-18T08:09:06.631+08:00</app:edited><title>Just When I Needed You Most</title><content type="html">This lovely song resembles what I'm going thru right now...... Got nothing more to say..... Sing together if you know this song..... Touchy..... Sad...... And beautiful song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just When I Needed You Most - Dolly Parton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You packed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I stared out the window&lt;br /&gt;And I struggled for something to say&lt;br /&gt;You left in the rain without closing the door&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;Now I miss you more&lt;br /&gt;Than I missed you before&lt;br /&gt;And now where I'll find comfort, God knows&lt;br /&gt;cause you left me&lt;br /&gt;Just when I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you left me&lt;br /&gt;Just when I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;Now most every morning&lt;br /&gt;I stare out the window&lt;br /&gt;I think about where you might be&lt;br /&gt;I've written you letters that I'd like to send&lt;br /&gt;If you would just send one to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I need you more&lt;br /&gt;Than I needed before&lt;br /&gt;And now where I'll find comfort, God knows&lt;br /&gt;cause you left me&lt;br /&gt;Just when I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you left me&lt;br /&gt;Just when I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You packed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;I stared out the window&lt;br /&gt;And I struggled for something to say&lt;br /&gt;You left in the rain without closing the door&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I love you more&lt;br /&gt;Than I loved you before&lt;br /&gt;And now where I'll find comfort, God knows&lt;br /&gt;cause you left me&lt;br /&gt;Just when I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;You left me&lt;br /&gt;Just when I needed you most&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you left me&lt;br /&gt;Just when I needed you most&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-2514664371326492605?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2514664371326492605/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=2514664371326492605" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/2514664371326492605?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/2514664371326492605?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-when-i-needed-you-most.html" title="Just When I Needed You Most" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIHR3s7eyp7ImA9WB9XGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-147152813104152868</id><published>2007-11-14T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:15:36.503+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-14T00:15:36.503+08:00</app:edited><title>PCK #2</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;Finally I finished my drawing... Hehehehe.... After dragging it more than 2 weeks.... Too much of Facebook I guess.... LOL... I wonder how our new office will looks like by following my drawing... Kekekeke.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday, I went out to buy my bedsheet, it seems to be quite tough for me to choose the correct color and design to fit into my humble crib. After walking up and down the same aisle for at least 30 mins (the sales girl was quite frust at me) then I took one on the aisle...... upon walking up to the cashier to pay for it..... I turned back!! Hahahahaha.... I just have the feeling that it's a wrong one! Wrong color, wrong design, wrong , wrong, wrong! Took it back..... and choose again. This time the sales girl just walk away from me.... Hahahahaha..... How pathetic! Anyway.... after another 15 mins I saw another that catch my eyes..... I thought AHA! THAT'S THE ONE! Took it.... doesn't think much more and made the payment. Bought another pillow as well. :p Upon reaching home, I quickly change the bedsheet, hoping my judgement is right. And.... I comes out quite nice! I like it! Phewwww.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just have to get used to live alone, you know? After the break up, it's like kindda difficult in some decision making, like the colors, design, etc n etc.... Sighs... Have to be some sort like independent in making those decisions.... LOL... Not really that tough after all.... I'll make it! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gHd8zmgqnM/RznNhXGC30I/AAAAAAAAAIc/MLy1FKU_uz8/s1600-h/IMAGE_124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132359223384137538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gHd8zmgqnM/RznNhXGC30I/AAAAAAAAAIc/MLy1FKU_uz8/s200/IMAGE_124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-147152813104152868?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/147152813104152868/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=147152813104152868" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/147152813104152868?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/147152813104152868?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/11/pck-2.html" title="PCK #2" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gHd8zmgqnM/RznNhXGC30I/AAAAAAAAAIc/MLy1FKU_uz8/s72-c/IMAGE_124.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YDQHw-eCp7ImA9WB9XGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-8511498736316316067</id><published>2007-11-12T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:59:31.250+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-12T18:59:31.250+08:00</app:edited><title>When is my turn? Hmmm....</title><content type="html">Attended my cousin's wedding last Thursday night. Upon reaching, I saw my mum and my dad was standing outside of the restaurant and they were chit chatting with their friends there... So I went to say hello to my uncles and aunties.... Some of them don't even recognise me!! Gosh.... Anyway, some of my uncles that remembers me (thank god!) introduces me as so and so's eldest son.... and they were like "OooHhhhhh!!" Sighs... Went to hang around my cousins and talked to them better.... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I walk towards the table, I saw more aunties and uncles across my table..... Errrmmm... Tried to avoid them but it's too late..... As I walked pass them while saying hello to them, one of the aunty caught my hand and asked me.... "Eh Belik, when is your turn ah?" Then the other aunty interupted before I could answer "Belik, how can you let your cousin marry first? He is so much younger than you!" (BTW, my cousin is 24 this year only) I was like... ermmm.... kept quiet for awhile... then my uncle said "Eh Belik, where is your girlfriend? Didn't come meh? Not free ar?" Finally I opened my mouth, at that very moment, I saw all their jaws opened..... waiting impatiently for my answers to all those questions..... "I broke up" And quickly they closed their jaw... LOL. It's a priceless moment for me.... Hahahahahaha...... But that's not all, another uncle ask "What happened? That girl can't wait for you anymore ah?" And they broke into laughter..... "No la..... It's me that can't wait anymore" I said..... LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I continue walking towards my table but another table of uncles and aunties coming up... sighs... Same story.. they stop me and asked me the same questions..... Sighs..... Another table.... And another table...... And another table....... Felt like going up to the stage and pick up the microphone and announce it to all so that I don't have to repeat so many times.... I thought rumours can spread easily.... but not that easy thou.... LOL.... Well...... the dinner was good..... It's been sometime I didn't attend a wedding dinner like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the questions did not end that night...... The following day, I have to go to a company retreat....... When I met my boss at that very morning, he asked me "Hey Belik, when are you getting married?" I was like "!!!!!" LOL. Well..... I told him I'm still looking around..... Hahahaha... Well..... He get's the message then.... and he stops asking me....... but I think he told his wife after that...... How I know? Read on..... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday..... I was invited by an organization that helps family problems and anyone who wants advice about setting up a family...... (&lt;a href="http://www.family.org.my/"&gt;www.family.org.my&lt;/a&gt;)  Check it out..... Anyway, I met his wife there (my boss) and she asked me "Hey, you came alone eh? Now single back eh?" I was like..... Ermmmmm...... how did you know that? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........... How long is the line somemore????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, no one still can guess what's Belik stands for? Ok.... I'll tell you all now..... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belik = Stupid (In Iban language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try replacing Belik with Stupid in my blog..... It's funny....... ROFL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-8511498736316316067?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8511498736316316067/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=8511498736316316067" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/8511498736316316067?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/8511498736316316067?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-is-my-turn-hmmm.html" title="When is my turn? Hmmm...." /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UFQXYycSp7ImA9WB9XE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-2979977634712890142</id><published>2007-10-27T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:53:30.899+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-06T16:53:30.899+08:00</app:edited><title>My Wish</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="p1"&gt;I would like to dedicate this to someone out there whom I had such a great time with for the past weeks. Even the time is just a short term, I'll remember that for a long long time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;"My Wish"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow,&lt;br /&gt;And each road leads you where you want to go,&lt;br /&gt;And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.&lt;br /&gt;And if one door opens to another door closed,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,&lt;br /&gt;If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;But more than anything, more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p2"&gt;I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,&lt;br /&gt;All the ones who love you, in the place you left,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,&lt;br /&gt;And you help somebody every chance you get,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,&lt;br /&gt;And you always give more than you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;But more than anything, yeah, and more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;This is my wish&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;May all your dreams stay big&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-2979977634712890142?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2979977634712890142/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=2979977634712890142" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/2979977634712890142?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/2979977634712890142?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-wish.html" title="My Wish" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YDSX05cSp7ImA9WB9XE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-6257454725893651616</id><published>2007-10-23T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:52:58.329+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-06T16:52:58.329+08:00</app:edited><title>Back 2 Blog!</title><content type="html">Hahahaha..... Hello there!!! Seems like it's been too long I did not update my blog. Why you may ask....... It's because I've been busy playing with Facebook..... LOL! Got too addicted to it until I forgotten my fans in this blog here..... Hahahahahaha.... I know some of you here (Ahem!) been refreshing you Mozilla Firefox explorer a few times a day just to see if I update my blog. Sorry you have to spoilt your F5 key on your keyboard......My appology......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been doing since Thursday? Alot! Where should I start with huh? Ok Ok.... Most my blog content are filled with love story, so I'll start with my love story first la... :p Anxious? Patient la..... Jeng Jeng Jenggggggg.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know this gal..... from ermm.... Face.....ermmm.....book.... yeah.... she's a nice gal... Infact, we are in the middle of video cam conference as we speak. We exchanged mails for quite sometime now.... never meet before... UNTIL the last Saturday, I asked her out, well..... I never expect her answer to be yes actually.... :p I was kindda over joyed when she actually wanted to meet me too. So we set a place and time....... That Saturday was way too long to pass for me.... minutes passed turn to hours.... hours turns to years!! (Over!) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sunday did actually came..... I drove to that place and waited for her....... I think I was a bit late and I was afraid she has gone because I was late (as I SMS her and no reply) Anyway... I bought my drink already so Ijust stay put hoping she will come..... WOILA! A familiar face that I saw in my Facebook appears.... there she is.... Phew! So we sat down and had some light lunch and drinks and chats.... We were there for about 4 hours I think... LOL. It was nice to chat with her... and she look lovely.... Can't help my eyes looking at her... :P Now... that 4 hours past just like a speeding bullet.... It's like I blink for 4 times only..... Kakakakaka.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we go seperate ways.... we still do keep contacting each other every day and night.... ermm.... mostly at night.... hehehehe..... until at this moment, we typing each other's blog... Hahahahaha..... What goes on after this? Stay toon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I suddenly became the architect of my company.... Hahahah... One fine morning, my boss's sexytary called me and say the BIG Boss wants to see you...... I was like HUH?! I thought he saw me 2 days ago..... and now again?? Jeng Jeng Jenggggggg..... walked into his office.... "Ermm..., Mr. So n So.... you wanted to see me?" He looked up and said " Yeah! Sit! Sit! I have something for you" I was like thinking " Oh shit! Did he saw me playing Facebook in the office?" My eyes searched around his table looking for a BIG envelope but I don't see it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said "Mike, I want you to in-charge of getting the plan and layout for our new office and also the renovations of the current office" PHEW!!!!! My cold sweats were actually reached my b***s and it was really cold! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-6257454725893651616?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6257454725893651616/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=6257454725893651616" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/6257454725893651616?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/6257454725893651616?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-2-blog.html" title="Back 2 Blog!" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YDQ3Y7cCp7ImA9WB9RF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-6456608139094289428</id><published>2007-10-18T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:59:32.808+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-18T18:59:32.808+08:00</app:edited><title>Something New</title><content type="html">Recently I just got hooked up to this website and it was fun by just going in there..... Hehehehe...... Yeap! It's Facebook! The interface might look abit complicated when you are using it for the first time but after awhile you will get used to it so easily and hooked up to it for hours... just like me! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone out there want to add me to their list? Search for me then but you won't find Belik in there. LOL! OK. For those who doesn't know how to search for me, here the link to it. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=613191621"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=613191621&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to check my facebook again! WoooHooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-6456608139094289428?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6456608139094289428/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=6456608139094289428" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/6456608139094289428?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/6456608139094289428?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-new.html" title="Something New" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4NRX0zeCp7ImA9WB9RFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-6155681344569209437</id><published>2007-10-18T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:26:34.380+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-18T11:26:34.380+08:00</app:edited><title>Finding the path......</title><content type="html">Here's my mood at this time... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh Grant - Way Back Into Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Verse 1](Drew Barrymore)&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead,&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed,&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long,&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hugh Grant)&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away,&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday,&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time,&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus](Both)&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love.Oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2](Drew Barrymore)&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine,&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but i just don't see the signs,&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there,&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hugh Grant)&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light,&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night,&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus](Both)&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end!&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh, Ooooooh, Ooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Middle-eight](Drew Barrymore)&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus](Both)&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love,&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love,&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again,&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end!&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh. Oooooooh. Ooooooooh. Oooooooh. Ooooooh Ooooooooh. Ooooooooh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-6155681344569209437?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/6155681344569209437/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=6155681344569209437" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/6155681344569209437?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/6155681344569209437?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/finding-path.html" title="Finding the path......" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQERnszfip7ImA9WB9RFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-2791711935730646980</id><published>2007-10-17T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T14:25:07.586+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-17T14:25:07.586+08:00</app:edited><title>Identity</title><content type="html">Everyone has an identity of themself. Why do you need to hide about yourself? Since you all like to say, GOD creates us, GOD carves us out into this world. Well, why need to hide if that's the case? Just show yourself and tell the world who you are. Either you are ugly or pretty, fat or slim or petite, short or tall, specs or no specs..... who cares? God creates us for a reason. So there is no need to hide...... Show yourself and be brave about it. Be responsible of what you did. Do not do something and hide like a mouse....... Show yourself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm a free thinker but I still show myself. I'm not ashame of what I've done because I know what I've done does not hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not speak of God if you do not appreciate what He has created for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-2791711935730646980?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2791711935730646980/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=2791711935730646980" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/2791711935730646980?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/2791711935730646980?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/identity.html" title="Identity" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEECRnozeip7ImA9WB9RFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-7568791618432918611</id><published>2007-10-17T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T11:44:27.482+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-17T11:44:27.482+08:00</app:edited><title>New Book</title><content type="html">Ok la.... Since so many of you complaining about me letting go my frust, I stop complaining lor.... Anyway, nothing much for me to tell today..... It's still early now and there's nothing happened to me so far..... LOL. No work no calls no boss!! Yahoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Anon#2, sorry to dissapoint you and wasted your energy pressing F5 all the time. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-7568791618432918611?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7568791618432918611/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=7568791618432918611" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/7568791618432918611?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/7568791618432918611?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-book.html" title="New Book" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04CSHk4eCp7ImA9WB9RFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-8920106747704329096</id><published>2007-10-16T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:32:49.730+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-16T15:32:49.730+08:00</app:edited><title>How would you feel?</title><content type="html">When you do something or bought something for your bf/gf, and he/she tells everyone that she got it all by herself and it's her own effort that got it, how would you feel? It's not that we want to have that kind of credits, it's the appreciation and telling people how much you love or care for someone. That's what I need. Not telling everyone around that I don't love her while holding in the hands is the IPod Video that I gave it to her. Is that love? Is that appreciation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took it back. Yes! I know I'm such a &lt;a href="mailto:ba$t@rd"&gt;ba$t@rd&lt;/a&gt; to take it back but what the hell. How would I be able to stand there and watch her sharing the headphones of the IPod that I bought with another guy? Why do I want to give her the phone that I bought for her to call her scandals using the 3G? Why must I let her have a luxury lifestyle when she puts me into this kindda situations? Ok la. The clothes and the bags and the shoes, I let her keep it, I got no use for it also. Well, nevertheless, she took back her stuff also. Who took whose things first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I just got to know that she had been spreading bad words about me to her colleagues and friends. Sighs. I don't care anymore, she wants to have that bitchy mouth then it's up to her. I don't want to know anymore. And I got to know she is out with another guy who is rich!!! Hahahahaha..... Such a money minded bimbo..... I bet she must be begging for money right now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-8920106747704329096?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/8920106747704329096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=8920106747704329096" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/8920106747704329096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/8920106747704329096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-would-you-feel.html" title="How would you feel?" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIMQX06eSp7ImA9WB9RFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-1282022894957440593</id><published>2007-10-16T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T00:59:40.311+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-16T00:59:40.311+08:00</app:edited><title>The Holidays are over!!</title><content type="html">Welcome back to working days! LOL. I feels great to be going back to work tomorrow. Anyway, I had a great weekend that I spent with a friend of mine. ;) Well, it's obvious it's a she. We went out together and had so much fun together. My gf? Ermmmm.... Not yet.... Hehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I went to a Mac shop the other day and check out this new cool gadget that they recently launched. Yeap! It's the new Ipod Touch!!!!! Been drooling for it since they launched in US. Yeah... That's my new target for my gadget collection. Before buying it, I'm planning to sell of my Ipod Video... Any interested party? Hehehehehe.... It's 80Gb Ipod Video. Interested? Call me and ask me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-1282022894957440593?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/1282022894957440593/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=1282022894957440593" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/1282022894957440593?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/1282022894957440593?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/holidays-are-over.html" title="The Holidays are over!!" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BRnw5eSp7ImA9WB9REkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-3673760769842245060</id><published>2007-10-13T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T14:44:17.221+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-13T14:44:17.221+08:00</app:edited><title>How many times?</title><content type="html">Forgiveness...... How many times can you forgive someone who hurts you or lie to you or cheat you? When you start to forgive, that's when you heal? Is that true? How can you forgive someone who has betray you? I get alot of comments says, time will heal.... time will heal.... time will heal........ When is that time? How long more do I have to wait? What's more do I need to do to be healed? Until I found someone who really love me and willing to sacrifice anything for me? Love maybe, but sacrifice for me, hmmmm...... is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she is willing to wait for me, and take all my cruel attitude towards her....... but is it worth it? How long will you wait? How long will you take all those painful words from me? I just don't know when I will overcome the fear of loving someone...... To me, right now, is to work and work and work...... That's my priority right now, because works make me forget my life....... Everyday, I was hoping my boss will come and tell me, "Belik, I need you to go Singapore/Thailand/Shanghai/Jakarta/Canada/US/Europe/Maldives to do something" ARGH!!!! At least when I leave the country I might feel better........ :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-3673760769842245060?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3673760769842245060/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=3673760769842245060" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/3673760769842245060?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/3673760769842245060?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-many-times.html" title="How many times?" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMHRno7eip7ImA9WB9REUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-172323164506592065</id><published>2007-10-12T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:53:57.402+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-12T13:53:57.402+08:00</app:edited><title>Thank God It's Friday!</title><content type="html">Every minutes is passing very slowly. Looking forward to go back home and sleep today. It's so boring today...... :( Anyway, I've make out some posibilities of who Anon#2 is......... Someone from friendster.....someone who stays in PJ....... someone whom I have never meet before...... someone whom refreshing my blog now and then...... LOL. That's a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might say I don't know how to appreciate what I going on around me right now. Some people might say, just becareful of what is going around me now. Some may even say, give yourself more time to heal and then only think about it. I would say, I want to be alone and think about it. Think of which one to choose..... Think of what will happen if I choose that....... Think of the consequences......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever feel that you are being loved and cared crazy-ly? Someone who likes you so much until they want to be with you every single day and night. I don't know about myself, but I felt scared. I felt like I'm being pushed to a corner and I got no where to run. I felt like I'm struggling for space and air. Sighs..... So hard to tell la.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-172323164506592065?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/172323164506592065/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=172323164506592065" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/172323164506592065?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/172323164506592065?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/thank-god-its-friday.html" title="Thank God It's Friday!" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INQnY_eCp7ImA9WB9REUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-531845995655910899</id><published>2007-10-11T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:13:13.840+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-11T23:13:13.840+08:00</app:edited><title>Will you compare?</title><content type="html">If you have a bf........ will you compare what he has done for his ex-gf and what he has done for you? Or better still, what he has given to the ex-gf and also to you? OK. Maybe you will you won't because it's a small item but what if it's a car? What if your bf bought a car for his ex-gf and he did not even buy you a bicycle for you? Would you compare that he loves her more that he love you? How about diamond ring? How about a holiday package to somewhere? Will you compare that? I wish I could get some comment from the girls here and also from the guys. Will you guys compare what she has done for her ex-bf with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-531845995655910899?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/531845995655910899/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=531845995655910899" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/531845995655910899?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/531845995655910899?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/will-you-compare.html" title="Will you compare?" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ACQHk-fCp7ImA9WB9REEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-7042996600211306075</id><published>2007-10-11T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:56:01.754+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-11T14:56:01.754+08:00</app:edited><title>Who is more ego?</title><content type="html">Man or women? Which one more ego? Same? Hard to say? Not definite answer? Is it hard to say you are sorry? Is it hard to say you miss someone? Is it hard to say that you want to meet that person? Sighs......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there ego exist in the first place? Why must there be ego in between a couple/lover after being together for some time? What is ego?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-7042996600211306075?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7042996600211306075/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=7042996600211306075" title="26 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/7042996600211306075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/7042996600211306075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-is-more-ego.html" title="Who is more ego?" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcDR3oycSp7ImA9WB9REUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-2670121661635874916</id><published>2007-10-11T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:54:36.499+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-11T23:54:36.499+08:00</app:edited><title>It's Going To Be Long Day</title><content type="html">Came back last night at 4am from a pool club in Sunway. Tried to wake up at 6am....... but because being too tired...... I laze on the bed till 7am....... Thinking that I have a meeting this morning, I was very reluctant to wake up but I had too...... Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to work this morning..... I almost killed someone on the road....... Well, what happened was, the road nearby my office that going towards KL (I'm going the opposite way). You know those motorcyclist like to ride in the middle of the road and squeezing thru the traffics? Yeah.... just like in the TV advertisement. This motorcyclist was riding in the middle of the road and there was this car coming out of the junction. Both can't see each other coming because there was a traffice jam at that time. BANG! And I was coming from the opposite side and I saw it right infront of my eyes. Seeing that, I slam on my break and tried to stop but the road was wet (It was a wet morning) and my car is still skidding forward. The motorbike was flung to my side of the road (there were 2 lanes on my side and I was in the second lane) and the rider was rolling on the road on the other lane. I knew I will not stop in time, so it's either I hit straight to the bike or I sway to the right and hit the rider or to the left and goes into the drain. Well, ofcourse I choose the bike. LOL. Bloody hell. Just nice when my car touch the bike, my car stops. Phew...... Pulled over to the side of the road and check on my car.... DAMN! A crack on my number plate! Then I check on the rider and he was limping towards the drain side and sit's there....... Serve him right! Let him alive to remember it! Since it's not my problem I continue drive to office and enjoy my nasi lemak nearby my office acting like nothing happened........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-2670121661635874916?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2670121661635874916/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=2670121661635874916" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/2670121661635874916?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/2670121661635874916?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-going-to-be-long-day.html" title="It's Going To Be Long Day" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUGRHY8fyp7ImA9WB9REE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-4188682382592117554</id><published>2007-10-10T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:43:45.877+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-10T15:43:45.877+08:00</app:edited><title>To Anon#2</title><content type="html">Such a sleepy and slow day. Been cracking my head since this afternoon wondering who is Anon#2. LOL. Anyway, thanks for dropping by to my humble blog. LOL. I'm still wondering do I know you in person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was taking bath this morning (Don't peep huh!) and suddenly this alphabet "W" comes into my mind. Hahahahaha..... Don't know why. I was thinking how did that "W" comes about. Then when you pronounce it, you will realise that it comes from the alphabet "U". When you combines 2 "U" together you will get "W" and the pronouciation for it is "Double U". Hahahahahaha..... Am I correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are in a relationship, you will think that you know your partner very well. How do you know that you know that person as well as what you think? You may know him/her about what he/she does when you see it. But how do you know when he/she does something that you will never be able to see it? Can you really tell how a person is feeling right now by just looking at his/her face? You really tell what he/she is thinking by just staring at their eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm a kind of person who will keep my mouth shut when someone does something that I don't like. I know it's not good, but my principle is to avoid arguements. But ofcourse, when you are angry at someone, your face could not hide it for long. I would show my long face and just keep quiet even thou someone tries to ask me what is wrong. Alot of girls will get me wrong when they see me like this, they would think I don't love them anymore la.... I hate them la... and whatever shits la..... but will they think what they have done wrong and make me so piss off with them? Will you girls out there think what have you done wrong? OK. So when I spit it out, they would say, "Ahhhhh! It's all your fault, you always show me the long face and I don't like it so I do it more la" WTF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you think you know your spouse or lover very well? Oh, by the way, I'm a scorpion and my signs really describe myself very truely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-4188682382592117554?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/4188682382592117554/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=4188682382592117554" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/4188682382592117554?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/4188682382592117554?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-anon2.html" title="To Anon#2" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQCQHozeyp7ImA9WB9SGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-5217114610757831994</id><published>2007-10-09T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:32:41.483+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-09T22:32:41.483+08:00</app:edited><title>Materialistic</title><content type="html">LOL. I didn't thought my previous blog will cause such controvesial with all those comments. And I was laughing at myself when I was being called Belik. Anyone has any idea what Belik stands for? For a hint, it's a native word in Sarawak or maybe some in Sabah. Anyway, since we are talking about this topic, there's a story I want to share with you and maybe you could give a comment or two. It was a true story that I read from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl, who has a bf. (yeah, yeah.... same old story) LOL. Read on first. One day, there is this another guy asked her out and said he has something to show her, while she was at work. Since she got no other time to go out with this guy because she has a bf so she decided to lie to her boss that she need to go somewhere and pick up some stuff during lunch time. So the guy brought her out to somewhere in the city and they went to this huge mall with 2 tall building. (You figure out where la) They went to a watch shop and this guy went to the lady in the shop and talk to her something while she was looking around in the shop. Minutes later, this guy told the lady that he wanted to buy a watch there. And it's a limited edition watch which cost RM34K. He reach down to his pocket while this girl who he went out with is watching what he is doing. He took out a bunch of cash and paid the watch with it. Upon seeing the cash this girl was like going nuts and surpised that he actually bought the watch with cash. Ofcourse, when he turn around to look at her, she might look somewhere else and act nothing happen and continue looking at some watch in the shop. After making the payment, he approach her and ask her, "Do you want anything?" "Ermmm... you buying for me?" she said jokingly. "No problem" replied the guy. Thinking that this is the first time they go out, it's not nice to ask anything from a guy, so she replied "Maybe you could get me one of those for Christmas present!" The moment she reach back to home, she tells everyone how cool is that guy to whisk out a bunch of cash to buy that watch. End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did that guy showed to her? SHOWING OFF his money! And the girl? Materialistic? To me, what I see is that, the guy is just trying to impress her with his thick wallet/pocket. After 2 days he might have return the watch to the shop!!!! Hahahahaha..... Those kindda shop has money back guarantee you know. Especially if you purchase it with cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think of this story eh? It sounds like those stupid blonde bimbo story. HAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-5217114610757831994?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5217114610757831994/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=5217114610757831994" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/5217114610757831994?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/5217114610757831994?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/materialistic.html" title="Materialistic" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4MSXg5cCp7ImA9WB9SGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1525164139869330185.post-3711227658212431646</id><published>2007-10-08T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:39:48.628+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-08T23:39:48.628+08:00</app:edited><title>A Real Wake Up</title><content type="html">This morning was not a very pleasant start of day for me. Imagine when we see each other every time and we argue. It's like the moment we open out eyes and we argue. Sighs. Both's ego are as high as Himalaya Mountain. How to compromise? It's best to split up I guess. No point going on seeing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we split our stuff. She took her stuff and I took back mine. Things that she never appreciated. Things that she think is not enough for her. Once she said, love is not everything in a relationship....... material things comes together in the package. Oh boy. I don't know about you girls who is reading this but do think that is true? Do you think that we, the guy, have to give you material things to show you how much we love you? How about the unseen things? Time? Care? Holdings your hands while crossing the road? When you in need of help, we were there for you and help you? Going thru your pain together? Financially support you when you were hungering for the month end pay check?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true, sometime somethings there we give and take as well. But what is the percentage? Well, I've seen alot of girls going thru a process of "EVOLUTION". When they were studying or they got no source of income, and SO happen they found a working boyfriend. She'll stick by him because she feels secured together with him. Then this guy will feel secured and happy too because he knows she feels that way, so this guy will shower her with love and gifts and sometime money. After a few years pass by and this guy will have to somehow reduce those expensive shower because the courting period is over and it's time to think of their future together. So this girl will feels that the shower is getting lesser and lesser each passing years...... Because of she so used of getting a heavy shower, she got uneasy and feels that his shower does keep up to her standard but she still stays on. Till the year she starts working, meeting people out there. So this is where she knows how to shower herself, but being just out in the industry, her shower might be still small and still not enough for her, so still sticks by his shower. After a year or so, her shower got bigger and she feels that his shower does not makes a different to what she has right now..... And that's where she will walk out of the shower of his with her own shower and look for WATERFALL! How about that? The guy being the shower all time has no chance to be a waterfall because of constant showering her........ Is that what a relationship all about? Where is the grateful feelings? Where is the appreciation? Where is the love? Love for the shower and waterfall? Or the guy just being stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!! I don't know what I'm writing also. Try to understand it if you can....... Crap!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1525164139869330185-3711227658212431646?l=belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3711227658212431646/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1525164139869330185&amp;postID=3711227658212431646" title="32 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/3711227658212431646?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1525164139869330185/posts/default/3711227658212431646?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://belik-alineoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/real-wake-up.html" title="A Real Wake Up" /><author><name>Belik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06579750556913461431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6921/186177263167642/240/z/916427/gse_multipart24500.jpg" /></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry></feed>

