<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-4367279678160606424</id><updated>2024-09-06T06:14:01.204+08:00</updated><category term="love"/><category term="life"/><category term="blog"/><category term="boring"/><category term="maturity"/><category term="work"/><category term="."/><category term="Sims medieval"/><category term="adult"/><category term="animal"/><category term="birthday"/><category term="blah blah"/><category term="cat"/><category term="dad"/><category term="eid"/><category term="empty"/><category term="family"/><category term="friendship"/><category term="fruits"/><category term="games"/><category term="graduate"/><category term="growing up"/><category term="hair"/><category term="hari raya"/><category term="hate"/><category term="home"/><category term="honest"/><category term="immature"/><category term="innocence"/><category term="kebun"/><category term="kid"/><category term="kids"/><category term="knowledge"/><category term="mature"/><category term="me"/><category term="mom"/><category term="normal"/><category term="nothing"/><category term="orchard"/><category term="parents"/><category term="ramblings"/><category term="sims"/><category term="think"/><category term="tired"/><category term="writing"/><title type='text'>The Panda Who Loves The Rain</title><subtitle type='html'>somewhere i can write anything i like. no restriction.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567046990858657064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367279678160606424.post-2759221337237294761</id><published>2015-09-02T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T11:49:57.491+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adult"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knowledge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tired"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work"/><title type='text'>ADULT*ing?</title><content type='html'>Hello!!!! It is September now. I am entering the fourth month with my company. So far? Let&#39;s just say it does not make me happy, does not make me feel like I&#39;m growing intellectually and it does not satisfy my hunger for knowledge. I am definitely not a know it all but I would love to learn and try to know it all (which is IMPOSSIBLE, I know). I am a reader. I might hate studying but I love to learn new things especially something hands-on or technical. Right now, I&#39;m just in the office doing a very tiny research which my company is not good at. everything I learned in Uni I cant use here, because they are so &quot;KUNO&quot;. I do not necessarily &amp;nbsp;hate the place I work at but they just need to change and follow the world that never stops changing.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is hard to land a job now with this economy so what choice do I have? Stay and let me be eaten alive in this working world or quit and do something that I love? Both options comes down to the financial issue. The first one will help me in being better financially and the latter will put me in financial risk. I&#39;m not happy if I stay, but I&#39;m not sure if I can survive and if my family is willing to support me. I am confused, lethargic, not happy and lost. I AM LOST in this ADULT WORLD. I might just hate it. Am I the problem? Not being thankful? I am. God, I am.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is what I think I&#39;m gonna do right now. I should read more. writing this seems like a headache. The words I know deep within me, I can&#39;t remember. Maybe read more on my industry and learn from there since I cant do any technical things here because they said I am a girl. BULL!!! Just because I am a girl, does not mean I cannot do all the heavy work. This is what I wanna say, &quot;DUDE!!!! I carry mineral boxes during my Viper Volunteer more than most of the guys. nearly non-stop until two lorries were filled (not just me la). And then we had to unload the lorries. and then we have to continue our work. I have muscles and bruises everywhere. Did I complain? No, I was proud of it. Proud of the things that I am able to do.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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It has been more than a year now. Life has changed a lot since my last post. I am now a Chemical Engineer graduate and currently working with a company that specialized in manufacturing of palm oil mill equipment. It has only been 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;
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Why am I back here when I know that no one would be reading my blog? Hmmmm... because i can! Hahahahaha. Honestly, this past few months I have came across articles on the advantages and benefits of people who writes and apparently it does not matter what they wrote as long as they&#39;re &quot;writing&quot; (typing or whatever. *lol*). so here I am again trying to brush up writing skills again and who knows if I will get back into TRYING to write poems. Can it be called as poem? Well, whatever it is called. I miss writing and I did try doing it again but nothing seems to pop into my head. not sentences nor words. Maybe it&#39;s the technology that made me this way. To be truthful, I have not been reading much compared to how much I am playing my games on the phone. So, I blame TECHNOLOGY!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Back to my life. Since I started joining this rat race of life in the working world. It is not fun at all. All these responsibilities, networking is eating my soul little by little. It&#39;s not bad at all working. But during this time, I have also realized what I really want to do in my life. the problem is financially, my parents are not in a good shape. It okay but we could do better. For me to quit my job and do what I like seems to be unreachable. Impossible some might say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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What I really wanna do has something to do with animals. I just found out like recently that I really really love animals. It started with Life and then MooMoo. I never thought I could love both of them as much as I did. Life has departed. I cried like hell when she passed. But I have given her all I can. She was admitted to the vet clinic for more than once and I loved her for leaving me when I was KK. I know she hates me seeing her in pain. I had to give MooMoo away as I was back in KK for 5 months and I can&#39;t bring her with me and I would not have the money to put her in boarding for that long. but I tried to find her the best family for her new family and I hope she is happy now.&lt;/div&gt;
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So, regarding the matter of me loving animals and what I really wanna do in my life. I want to work with NGOs that have a mission to save animals. I don&#39;t discriminate on any animals be it babi or anjing. because my religion teaches me to love all beings the same. And I love love LOVE dogs. And CATS!!! But we all have to start small right? I have two plans in mind right now. One that invests only on time and love and the other one with money and love and time. SPCA volunteer and saving cats, nurture them until they are oh so adorable and give up for adoption (it takes a lot of money though). Once I am stable, i would. But for now, I have to find time and courage to go to SPCA alone and start volunteering (sad story of an introvert).&lt;/div&gt;
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WOW!!! This is quite a long entry. I didn&#39;t know that I have a lot in my mind I would want &amp;nbsp;to write. While I was thinking to revisit this blog, I was contemplating because I THOUGHT I have nothing to write about. Now that I am writing, this is only the start. I have not written anything on graduating, my family, my future nephew, my uni friends, my old friends, the situation in the office, my graduation, my holidays, my plan for the future and so on... I can&#39;t even list it all down.Oh and my yoga life. The only place where my mind can go silent to focus on my practice. My mind have been very LOUD lately. Too much thinking. It is sooooooooooo hard being a grown up. I hate it!&lt;/div&gt;
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Now I remember why I used to love writing. It is therapeutic. I only spend merely an hour for this entry yet I feel a lot lighter. Writing about the past is like walking down the memory lane. I smiled and nearly cried for this entry. Would definitely be doing this again. Maybe I should starting hitting the books again. I am going to be a bit more active in this as I still have no serious job that I need to attend to and I feel bored at the office other than helping Human Resource people with their work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lastly, I would like to end this entry with ALHAMDULILLAH. God knows best and I am blessed.&lt;/div&gt;
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i miss writing. but i feel i cant write anymore. i have no motivaton, no reason and im just empty. empty. and more emptiness. its over. i need a new reason.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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On our birthdays, everyone would wish us a happy birthday on our birthday. I dont really know how it all started. I do appreciate it a lot and the presents. but, somehow I think like *lets talk in my perspective* I dont deserve the wish and somehow we forgot how we get here. The World. its thanks to our parents. weel, they make us (doesnt really matter intentionally or unintentionally), gave birth, feed clothe, support, finance and i can go on with this infinite list but i think you get the idea. aren&#39;t we suppose to wish them, thank them and give presents to them instead??? they (and also god) gave us the perfect gift of life. i think it should be the whole way around isnt it? but it can work in both ways (i still want the presents and attention!!) or maybe we can take a time off and let them know?&lt;br /&gt;
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Im not good with words or affection. My family knows that very very well. my mum even call me &quot;hati batu&quot;. go figure. Im trying to work on it. at least i showed my dad what i wrote to him on this blog for father&#39;s day. even though it was months after that. still, i did it!!! *punches air* Obviously, Im still studying so I dont have the cash to buy them anything. but hopefully I can think of something nice to say or something creative to give to them. to show my appreciation &amp;nbsp;and to tell them that i never forget the sacrifices they made for me. and hopefully, one day, one sweet day, I can give them what they gave me and I hope more than that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;*my Mr and Mrs Hamed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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hmm... what is there to talk about. everything is same old same old. studies getting harder and more tiring. This is my 5th semester in Taylors. 5th!!! hahaha... my UIA friends will know what i meant by that. so, how did i ended up here updating my blog? i have no class. tho i do have a lot of stuff to do... BUT i think i owe this much to my blog. or simple, im just plain lazy to do any of my work now.&lt;br /&gt;
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this semester&#39;s project, we have to actually design a plant. soooooo many things to do. and we are going to Gebeng, Kuantan, pahang to visit the plant that we are suppose to design. so... thats one whole of a trip to be done in one day. this week is gonna be freaking tiring for me!!! hwaaaa (T_T). finals i s in another month. im not sure how im gonna do this semester. cant quite grasp the balancing of my life yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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BAMBAM... still have a little tinee weenie crush on him. but now we are good friends. just that sometimes he annoys the hell out of me. but most of the time, he brings a smile on my face. because he is the only person who have the guts to challange me every time he sees me. haha. might not be a good thing but i like how it is right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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ABE... nothing. haha. simple as that. we still keep in contact but oh well, thats that. he might be useful for me in the future. who knows. its not wrong to stay friends. and i still envy his life. i wish i can live life like he did. he can say he has been at a lot of places, doing a lot of things and experiencing not all of us can. sheesh!! how did he get a good life like that. its not fair.&lt;br /&gt;
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HIM... he is back. i dont know until when. hopefully for a long time... or maybe forever. as a friend. and thats it. he is kind of giving me the same vibe im giving him. our friendship is too good to be wasted on the mistakes we did to each other along the way. i know i miss him, when he was missing from my life for a period of time. this might be a good fresh start for us. i just hope we will not make the same mistakes. hope... hope... hoping.&lt;br /&gt;
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other than that, same old same old. still in love with watching live bands. its like free concert!!! still have a lot of things to do.... still doing my degree.. oh but i will start my intern in January. so thats gonna be new. im not sure where yet, because i havent got the result for my applications. still have the same circle of friends, still trying to fit in with the world. and still LOVES being alone. i think thats all fro now. i have to at least do a little work. maybe my lab report or maybe update my project minutes of meeting. &lt;br /&gt;
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have a good day and may the force be with you.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/default?alt=rss&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/907475822042347117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/11/rambling-21112012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/907475822042347117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/907475822042347117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/11/rambling-21112012.html' title='Rambling 21112012'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567046990858657064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367279678160606424.post-1919856413044557612</id><published>2012-10-29T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-10-29T08:41:14.268+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growing up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="honest"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="immature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="innocence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kid"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="maturity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="think"/><title type='text'>Immaturity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;you&amp;nbsp;are never going to be matured enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;it is a part of growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;there always a kid in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;throwing tantrums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;being playful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;playing games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;there is only one thing that changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;while you are growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;it is how you be immature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;was throwing tantrums for toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;now for boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;was playful in a game of tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;now... just &quot;playful&quot; *wink*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;was playing board or computer games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;now playing the game of love and friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;take a step back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;enjoy it like&amp;nbsp;you were a kid again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;forgive and forget like you were a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;cause when you were a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;you were innocent, straight forward and forgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;the most you, you will ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;doing things because you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;not because what people want you to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;what other people want you to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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this month i hope for tranquility, peace and because the first week of ramadhan falls on my exam week, i hope i would be able to perform my very best on my papers. I would be spending most of the fasting month in KK until the first week of Eid. so friends in KK, lets break fast together!! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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its gonna be a good month, like always, it is. so, again i would like to wish, happy fasting month!!! : )&lt;br /&gt;
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but its not all great for me in taylors. i slipped once and got myself&amp;nbsp;two Fs for my final exam. that was last semester though. regretted it. hopefully, how harder the subject&#39;s gonna be in the future, that wont happen again. it affected my CGPA big time. i dont want to graduate with low CGPA. might as well just stay in UIA and not waste my parent&#39;s money on the fees in taylors.&lt;br /&gt;
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this semester...hmmm... its not as good as i planned it to be. i have a lot of pending work now that we&#39;re closing in to the final exams and end of semester. but, if i manage to arrange my time usefully i dont think there should be a problem. but its gonna be very very hectic! with the project, project report, pending lab experiment, assignment, test and of course the final exams. hopefully everything will at least try to fall in place.&lt;br /&gt;
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i know somehow i have dedicated my time and money on a new obsession. which is hanging out with friends and enjoy live bands. but my friends and me have concluded, that it is a healthy obsession. i rarely drink, when i go. and i made new friends and met new people. weird, cool or just plain annoying. haha! but it was fun. and i feel alive. somehow. i dont fancy going clubbing anymore. its just a waste of money and i dont want to be that girl anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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looking at the girls in clubs nowadays, i cant even get myself to believe i was like that. ah.... memories. makes me laugh once in awhile. but even then i was not happy. but now, live bands. im OBSSESSED!!! but i tell you guys later more about that obsession when i have time. which i think, not anytime soon though.&lt;br /&gt;
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back to taylors. uhmmm... what else? i have nothing. but im waiting for my class in another one hour and i have nothing to do. i&#39;ll just end here, then. &lt;br /&gt;
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its quite full here. this starbucks in taylors lakeside. rich people. and here i am sitting not ordering anything because im broke. and i just need some air&amp;nbsp;conditioner. its too hot outside. cannot tahan already. just now i went to dr chong&#39;s class half an hour early. no one was in class. i actually dozed off for around 15&amp;nbsp;minutes. that is the first time i actually dozed off in taylors. haha.&lt;/div&gt;
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i know im rambling. this is the ramblings of the sleep deprived. so many works to do, im confuse on where and which to start. right this moment if dying is not painful,&amp;nbsp;committing&amp;nbsp;suicide is not sinful and if i die the word reset to where i never existed, i would kill myself right now. right at this point. because im too sleepy. fighting this strong urge to sleep is like fighting a war. well, not really. i bet war is worst.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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im sitting in starbucks, looking like crap. luckily its just taylors. i never actually dress up to class. no one interesting to dress up for. haha. and im just too lazy in the morning. AND i know i would end up looking like crap anyways by the end of the day. so why waste time and energy. i dont care what people say. they are nothing to me. i only care about what the people close to me say. why suddenly so serious? i dont know i cant control what im typing right now. i have no energy wether what im typing right now makes sense or not. annoying or not. or whatever or not. i just type and type and type.....&lt;/div&gt;
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the song they are playing right now makes me want to sleep more. oh, damn!! and i have another 18 mins to endure while waiting for my cousin. what else should i ramble about. maybe i should ramble about the people around me. i wish i can take their picture and post it with descriptions underneath it. anyways, i saw a good looking guy just now. smells like papaya in here. starbucks makes juice??? or is this my sleep deprivation smelling? hmmm... no energy to check it out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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i am the master of my fate and destiny!! why so sudden? because im out of things to type but i need to keep on typing or else i will fall asleep and then refuse to wake up until after 2 days. owh, this not enough sleep might mean that i cant watch the eng vs french game this midnight. not fair, eyes! not fair!!!!!! mana budak ni??? i cannot tahan already ni....and i think i wrote a long crappy situation of mine that im having right now.&lt;/div&gt;
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oh shit, i nearly dozed off. hahaha! damn~ gila sudah. i want holiday!! and i want sleep and i want my bed. oh my sweet bed. i have another 6 minutes to continue rambling. what else? hmmm.... taylor have a lot of hot chicks!! but hot guys. not much. why ah? why ah? all good looking guy tend to not go university is it? the song playing now makes me want to sleep. can i drive? or should i ask my cousin to drive. mybe i should ask her. because i cant keep my eyes open. maybe because right now my brain is imagining my bed. and i dont have enough energy to stop from thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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the starbucks guy is looking at me. maybe he is pissed me becxause here i am sitting inside yet not ordering anything and sit at the place where 6 people can fit. and here i am sitting alone. i dont know why, but suddenly the time traveller&#39;s wife movie suddenly popped into my mind.its so sad. how he d ied. not fair. but i like the ending that the daughter might have the same power.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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now i have the urge to pee. i wanna pee pee....!!! &amp;nbsp;i think i should stop rambling. kbai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/default?alt=rss&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/4992103367782989588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/06/rambling-110612.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/4992103367782989588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/4992103367782989588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/06/rambling-110612.html' title='Rambling 110612'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567046990858657064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiclm11BqME4Dlzzq07C-DDN94d-FrQ8j6qbpQyI5_BqBRibBDo6PXysEIVE1bb9KM9xCXO3BjanEuk4SFdLzL1EM0qMjirxcaztmXqHM9ZCuk5gchXneOlAW4_0dB59K9KeFT7kfcyfF7N/s72-c/Snapshot_20120611_2.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367279678160606424.post-8161461799405552035</id><published>2012-06-02T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-02T04:24:20.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;the heart desires&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;the heart hates&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;the heart loves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;the heart wants&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;the heart yearns&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;the mind says no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;the mind says yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;the mind cant decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;the heart says want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;the mind says need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;wanting, happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&quot;what we want, may not be what we need&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;sometimes its true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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To Akoy and Bala, thank you for spending time with me before my birthday, during my birthday, and after my birthday. Three days in a row. That is special to me. You are the people I love the most after my own family. Big MUAH MUAH!!!! Sorry if I made any &lt;i&gt;&quot;buruk perangai&quot;&lt;/i&gt;. Im extra sensitive on my birthday. The whole reason why I dont really celebrate my birthday. But you guys made it great. Also I had fun the day before my birthday with Acha, Lan and Haziq included. You guys are damn funneyh weyh! Lots of love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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To Tinanananana, Arliya and Joanna, thank you for the birthday cake. I really appreciate it. That was SO SWEET of you guys. Also for singing the birthday song which sadly, included Sean. Hahahaha!! Tina, thanks again for the card. so sweet la you the most beautiful girl! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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To my cousin, Reen. Also thank you for the card and birthday cake. Love, love you!!! Muah!!And for being there for me.&lt;/div&gt;
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Other than that, hmmmm..... nothing special. same old same old. But i have a new obsession which I will further talk about it in my next blog post. Kikikiki~ :P&lt;/div&gt;
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And.....*drum roll* I have finally arrive to a point of, Im not emotionally tied up to certain someone anymore. Oh yeah!! I am no longer in emotional haywire when it comes to him. I dont stalk him anymore. I dont give a rats ass who he is going out with anymore. I dont wonder about what hes doing. I dont even want to know who, what or where.&amp;nbsp;I realised this when i woke up from a very good sleep that I dont feel anything anymore. I dont miss him. I dont have the urge to want to see him. I definitely dont deserve that kind of guy. Seriously. I cant deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;
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And recently I have discovered a new side of me. The new side due to growing up. I am at a point of my life where I love growing up. Discovering new things, people and places. I have been going out, meeting a lot of strangers, trying new places, and I just look at my life in whole different angle now. Im not about to let anything bring me down. Its only April, but this year have brought a lot of changes in me both emotionally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, my next plan. Is to go out more. Meet more new people. Take up another new hobby. Share my love for things I do with people I love. Cheers~&lt;br /&gt;
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p/s: your lost is not mine. my gain is not yours. to be the kind of person you are. dont be a sad sad case for a man. you might be smiling, you might be laughing but your heart doesnt feel anything. and with that, you will never feel the true feeling of happiness. and because of that, youre living one big fat lie. but hey, no one knows what you feel except for yourself. So, I might be wrong. I hope you find what youre looking for in life. Just stop living life where everyone looks at you and feels sad for you. Like they say, instead of grow old gracefully, we grow up gracefully. =)&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/default?alt=rss&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1200363026618873170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/04/content.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/1200363026618873170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/1200363026618873170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/04/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567046990858657064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367279678160606424.post-7016058454716242214</id><published>2012-04-05T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-05T08:41:06.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday wish!!!!</title><content type='html'>ATTENTION!!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;
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My birthday is coming up. Its on the 21st of April for all you people who dont know when it is. Haha! So, here I am trying to appeal on your kindness for a birthday present! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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I have&amp;nbsp;tried asking for RM50 each from all my friends. But that didnt work out well. So Im gonna make it sweet and have nothing to do with money this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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I WANT A BIRTHDAY CARD!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I miss getting birthday cards on my birthday, and I think birthday cards is the sweetest thing you can give a person and can be kept for a long long time as a momento. So, dear friends. I want a birthday card. Not just a birthday card. I want heart warming birthday cards. Tell me who am I to you, why you love me and.... why youre thankful that I was born into this world full of hate and heartache. Hehe~ If you hate me and have nothing good to say, dont lie. Just dont give me a card. Simple. But if you love me, I want a card! So I know you love me. Ngeee~&lt;br /&gt;
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The conclusion of this is, I want a birthday card!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;
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Thats all. Have a great day and great month of April! Weehooo~&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/default?alt=rss&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/7016058454716242214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-birthday-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/7016058454716242214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/7016058454716242214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-birthday-wish.html' title='My birthday wish!!!!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567046990858657064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367279678160606424.post-679174796909451993</id><published>2012-04-02T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-04-11T04:46:11.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr SB, my happy pills.&lt;br /&gt;
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I doubtly think that you might read this. But if you do, I know you know this post is about you. But being a coward that I am, Im gonna make the chance for you to find out that this post is for you a little bit hard, i would not post this particular post on facebook. Since I know that you&#39;re on facebook. &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, according to the title of this post, this post is me confessing my feelings for you. (Im laughing while writing this!) As cliche as it may sound, I have no guts to tell you straight forward and there is alot at stake. Not only my friendship with you but also my friendship with someone dearest to me and connected to you. If I were to make a decision for myself, I wouldnt even stay friends with you nor her. But she said she needed me and she doesnt know what to do if I were to left her. Same goew to me. I dont particular need her. But having her as a close friend definitely I love. And Im left with the choice of staying as her friend which inevitably yours too. I dont want to be immature and make it hard for her or us by being a bitch and stop being friends with you. Its not that shes not important to me, that I have considered to not be friends at all. But sometimes I feel tired trying so hard to make it easy for other people without considering myself and what I have to go through. Yet, Im still around. She is important to me. Too important that I decided even if I bump into you or meet you at the same time, I would be cool about it. I love her to death. And knowing both of you were one of the highlights in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Im not trying to be bitter or immature. In fact, Im trying so hard to be mature for you in making a decision. I never push you. I never question you. Even when I think I shouldnt be treated the way you treat me, I never said anything to you. Yes, sometimes I cant help myself from being mad. But I think I have every right to behave so. Im sorry that sometimes I make it hard for you. But you havent make it easier for me too. Im not trying to confess that Im in love with you . NO! Im not. So you can be relieve now. Haha. This is just me confessing that you are one of the special people in my life, who I really really really care about.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe because you are the first guy I have ever let into my life. You always say that I dont tell you anything. That I have a lot of secrets. That you sometimes think that you dont know me. I never said anything, You were wrong. But I cant seem to explain to you. You might not know what is happening to my daily life. But i told you all the important things. You just dont realised it. Yet. I just wish sometimes you care more. But I know thats wishful thinking. Right now, all I want to know is who am I to you. Because I love people who love me, I like people who like me, I care about people who cares about me. I dont want you to mean a lot to me if I dont mean a lot to you. Its not fair. And&amp;nbsp;I will only end up getting hurt because I have hopes and expectations from you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I feel like youve taken advantage of me. But then, come to think of it. You might think Im taking advantage of you too. Its so hard to tell you what I want to say. Maybe because we never even talk about us and we always assume. I assumed that being the kind of guy you are, I cant expect anything. I know that. Because I know you, and what I got myself into. It was a mistake. But I dont regret it. You taught me a lot of things. You showed alot of things and what Im feeling for you somehow made me grow up. In a way.&amp;nbsp; Wether or not in a good way or bad, i dont know yet. time will tell. And the best part is you have coloured my life. Like I said this is not to confess my love to you or I want to be with you. Dont get me wrong. This is just to show you how important and significant you are to my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Im sorry if this is immature to you. But you have to remember, Im younger than you and you are the first person I have ever felt this way for. I think, Im allowed to be immature. Sometimes. And you know I never been in this kind of situation before. With us, it just happened. Im not someone with no feelings. Yes, maybe&amp;nbsp;I am stone-hearted&amp;nbsp;but I do have feelings. Im just too good on not showing it and fooling you. I have tried to not make it as a&amp;nbsp;big issue. I tried hard. I told myself that this is just a phase. But its not a phase if its still there after more than 2 years would it? I know I have no rights to ask anything from you, so I wont. Im not expecting you to do anything at all. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now that Im thinking about this post, I dont even know whats the real purpose of me doing this. Maybe I just need an outlet. Maybe I just miss how we were before. What have changed? Maybe both of us. People grow up and change. Theres nothing we can do to stop that. But if I can stop a time for us, It would be the time where you were the place&amp;nbsp;I run to every time Im down. Cause with you it felt like the world doesnt matter. Im happy just to be around you and you always know how to cheer me up. The late supper. The times where your hug makes it alright. Makes me feel safe because I know you will always be there for me. The laughs, the just spending time with each other even though we dont really talk. Even only with your presence, its enough. I just miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like you. A lot!!!!! Its just sad that, I feel like when you come and hang out with me, you did it because you have to. Not because you want to. I dont know if its true. I hope not. I only want to ask one thing from you,&amp;nbsp; to be honest to me. With me, you dont have to do anything, because you feel you have to. Do it because you want to. And if you want to tell me something or have a talk but you think it might hurt me or change how things are between us, dont feel that way.. Please do tell me. I wont say things will stay the same, but I can promise you this. I would not be immature and I will respect whatever youre decision is. Even if it hurts me, I will get over it. Not right away. But with time I will. It may take some time, but I do adore you and love having you as a friend. So, I hope thats enough to make us get back to where&amp;nbsp;our friendship&amp;nbsp;is on balance. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;*pandarain*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/default?alt=rss&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/679174796909451993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/04/confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/679174796909451993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/679174796909451993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/04/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567046990858657064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367279678160606424.post-6735299931202870241</id><published>2012-03-26T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-26T19:36:03.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday is Ending!!!!! Oh NO!</title><content type='html'>my title seem to be over dramatic. haha. my holiday is 4 months long and im left with 6 days!! gonna start class next&amp;nbsp;Monday. too lazy to even think of moving and going to class. but at the same time, im excited to&amp;nbsp;start&amp;nbsp;class!! i havent seen most of my uni friends for 4 months! even though im repeating 2 subjects, that wont put me down. hopefully i would do better.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;holiday rambling&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
went back to sabah, spend time with friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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balik kampung to tawau for a week, i think. i made a post for that;&lt;br /&gt;
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went to Terengganu for a day only for zarra @ sarah&#39;s wedding.&lt;br /&gt;
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comedy club. love love love Ron Josol. check out his stand up snippet&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcWY7owY38Q&amp;amp;feature=share&quot;&gt;here!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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and most of my friday nights i spend at backyard with my friends!! thank you for sharing the same interest with me... heheehe. im pretty sure whoever end up going there, would love the place. awesome band, friendly people, i know its weird but the place actually feels homey.&lt;br /&gt;
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all in all, this holiday is one of the best holiday i have ever had! even though i have no accomplishment at all for the 4 months. but this is what our younger years should be when we look back at our life in the future. at least for me. i will try not to remember the bad stuff in these 4 months and remember all the good times spent with family and friends. right now, im declaring my love to all my friends and family. LOVE YOU!!!! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/default?alt=rss&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6735299931202870241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/03/holiday-is-ending-oh-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/6735299931202870241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/6735299931202870241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/03/holiday-is-ending-oh-no.html' title='Holiday is Ending!!!!! Oh NO!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567046990858657064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5V8LgDWA3Jfqo-b5PCxciXaFjnLKDmbWr9Qvf92bTcBG3IGjRdG4GW3kLALT-7j9cL3Ka-noo8wbjMY8C_zbgpcT3dY7CWZegh2B68Nus5PZmTpfcvvDVQxlEdOHfFNL8V0f1OcZjPyJ/s72-c/IMG_0248.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367279678160606424.post-8638493139537225832</id><published>2012-03-05T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T05:48:20.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bambam 101</title><content type='html'>That was the day i want to remember. the day i found myself capable of feeling that feeling. that stupid surprise. the way things started, went on and ended. with my close friends seeing the side of me they have never seen before. that day is one of the days that i will try not to forget. remember it. smile when it crosses my mind or even laugh about it.because not everyone can say that they went through the same thing. its weird how coincidence happen. in such a huge world, that moment i feel like its a small one. thank you, for i am treating it as a gift. that person have never failed to make me smile. even when it was not something that was suppose to happen. world are full of surprises. and this surprise is just what i need at this point. I am abso&quot;fucking&quot;lutely &lt;i&gt;bambamize&lt;/i&gt; by you.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/default?alt=rss&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/8638493139537225832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/03/bambam-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/8638493139537225832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/8638493139537225832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/03/bambam-101.html' title='Bambam 101'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567046990858657064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367279678160606424.post-7003819375402245583</id><published>2012-03-02T06:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T06:04:35.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;have you ever felt like crying when you see one of your friends crying? this is the first time i felt this way. when i see her crying about her life, suddenly my life flashes in my mind. how unhappy i am with my own life. the problems i have and the things that i wish i can change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;its weird how life treats you. i know god gave this test in our life because He knows that in the end we will learn something useful out of it. and like they say &quot;what doesnt kill you, makes you stronger&quot;. but its annoying to me where i was put in a position where i cant do anything about it. or a consequences of gaining something by losing something. i know that we cant have it all. that is just selfish. but all i want is... oh well, i dont know. apparently im just a human being who doesnt know how to be grateful i think. i know theres a lot of people who have to face bigger problems than me. that is what annoys me too. this problem i have is so little and so petty that i dont think it deserve any attention. yet, this little things that matters most. urgh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;i never wanted something special or extravagant in my life. i just want it to be simple. without any dramas. but what is life without it right? i know that maybe in 10 years i would be laughing about this. and say how immature i was. but right now at this right time, i think it needs my attention. and i can no longer push it away. i have to face it and i have to talk through it. its okay if the problem is just me. but it becomes a problem when it involves someone else.&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;in friendship. like the problem that i have now. i dont wanna lose a friendship so i decided to push it away. neglected it. because i know by talking something would change however we said that nothings gonna change, something always will. cuz it has been said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;but i also think in order for us not to end up hating each other is to talk about it. so there would be no assumptions and no confusions. just clarity. yes, thats the world i have been searching for. i just want clarity. i wish things can be different. yet i dont regret any of it and even whatever happens after the talk, im pretty sure i wouldnt regret it too. because it has to be done.i wish i can change one thing. but i dont regret even for a bit about it. i wish that night never happened. i think that we would be good friends. even great was possible. but if it did not happen i wouldnt have the memories that i hold on to now. the best moments i had with him. that i would always cherish even how bad things may end up, i have promised myself that whatever its is im not gonna hold on to the bad things. im gonna remember him, and smile. thats what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;i know i kind of rambling here, hence the title. well, its already 6am. and i havent got my sleep. thats why im talking rubbish right now. but i do mean it. every bit of it. oh, well. im out of things to say. my head hurts and i cant think anymore. so im gonna watch naruto now. morning people!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/default?alt=rss&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/7003819375402245583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/03/rambling-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/7003819375402245583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/7003819375402245583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/03/rambling-101.html' title='Rambling 101'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567046990858657064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367279678160606424.post-1578190681818811026</id><published>2012-02-29T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T01:27:19.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;i thought of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;in my wake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;though you&#39;re near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;you&#39;re far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;distant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;just some words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;meant nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;when i&#39;m here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;you&#39;re no where near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;these tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;not for you but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;just a toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;for a short while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;that girl you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;use to look for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;now you&#39;re gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;and i&#39;m gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;perished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;good or bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;one way or another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;if you&#39;re happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;and you want this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;i&#39;m happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;remember us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;our memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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IMY&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/default?alt=rss&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/1578190681818811026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/02/hollow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/1578190681818811026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/1578190681818811026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2012/02/hollow.html' title='hollow'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567046990858657064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367279678160606424.post-6306613661156576700</id><published>2012-01-10T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:47:08.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m moving to a new apartment since end of last&amp;nbsp;December&amp;nbsp;and now I&#39;m in the process of moving my stuff from my old apartment that I was renting with my cousin. Hopefully by the end of this month, everything would be settled. It&#39;s fun to have my own place. Even though I stayed there only for a week and I have to come back to Sabah and all I have in that house is a mattress and a laptop, it was nice to stay at my own place. I don&#39;t feel restricted and it feels more homey. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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It is so exciting to decorate and choose whatever I want to do at the house the way I want it. Even though I have to consult my cousin because she is moving in with me, but since we have nearly the same idea on how we want the house to be it was not a problem. Only the living room is ready for now except for the fact that I have not move my tv. But I love it!&lt;br /&gt;
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So the next thing to do is to repair some minor stuff, move my stuff from my old place and buy a little bit of everything within my budget to make it a better place. But believe it is gonna be the most chilled out place and comfy and so home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;*at night with just my laptop, speaker and candles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I arrived around 10pm last night. Today woke up early had breakfast, Nasi Kuning. Must try when you&#39;re here in Tawau or Sabah basically. After breakfast we went to the family&#39;s orchard. I can&#39;t even remember when was the last time I was here. Its the fruiting season. Durians, rambutans and mangosteens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hate durians, by the way. But it was fun to just be there and watch them eating all the fruits and actually go and harvest some of the fruits. Plus, I miss those times where us, kids play around here. Climbing trees for the fruits or just for fun. I can&#39;t really remember all the things we&#39;ve done here. But I do remember I had so much fun. :)&lt;/div&gt;
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then, i stopped and think. why should he feel that way? and i realised that 6 years ago, if i knew me now i would not like me. somehow along the way, i become someone that i dont want to end up to be. i know my friends would not hate me for that. everyone change, everyone grows up. but i asked myself, do i like me? i answered no. im not happy. i do things because i think its what my other friends do. its because i need to be cool maybe. or just to make other people happy. but not for myself.

theres still time to change myself to be who i want to be. but when youre already doing those things as part of yoyr life its hard to stop. but i want to stop. i just need someone who knows me, KNOWS me. remind me who i was? who i can be. because right now, i dont enjoy being me. i have regrets and i dont like the reasons for me to do things. i wanna be and do what makes me happy. what makes my old friends happy. because, truly. theyre the one who knows me best. who knows what im capable of. thank you for caring, dear old friend. cant wait to be back in kk and catch up with all my friends. and family. love yous!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/default?alt=rss&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/2502296307477074757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2011/12/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/2502296307477074757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/2502296307477074757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2011/12/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567046990858657064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367279678160606424.post-6729235616293563565</id><published>2011-10-13T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:52:10.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;No Butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Not hurt, Not hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Cold, Frozen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;No more.. The warm fuzzy feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Just a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Based on nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Not even wanting to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Days go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Months went by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Years... have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Still here, Same spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Tiredness sinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Running but not moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Not going anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;When will it stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Time to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Time to move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;To something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;To something different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;As long as we&#39;re moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/comments/default?alt=rss&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/feeds/6729235616293563565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2011/10/same-spot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/6729235616293563565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4367279678160606424/posts/default/6729235616293563565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reehamed.blogspot.com/2011/10/same-spot.html' title='Same Spot'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14567046990858657064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4367279678160606424.post-3473637069903373248</id><published>2011-09-05T10:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:56:43.374+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boring"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eid"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hari raya"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sims"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sims medieval"/><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>It is still the first week of Syawal. We have another 3 weeks of celebration. Yet here I am updating my blog at the Starbucks Taylor&#39;s University. Yes, we start our class today after a week of holiday and the best part is we have test today!!! Yeay!! *I&#39;m being sarcastic here*&lt;br /&gt;
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Sitting here at Starbucks I&#39;m actually simultaneously do what I love doing. People-watching! The group in front of me are talking loudly about architecture drawing and objectifying women/girls. There is a girl inside very vintage taking picture with her Lomo camera. This girl being annoying talking like she is all that and a pretty girl just passed me. Yes, I do look at girls too!! :D I think she&#39;s from Korea. A guy talking about everything and trying to best out all his friends. Haih~ Nothing is interesting. I&#39;m gonna stop looking at my people.&lt;br /&gt;
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What did I do during the holidays? Other than adding my weight and sleeping, right now I am addicted to The Sims&amp;nbsp;Medieval. I like it compared to the normal Sims because this one have objectives (quests) that we have to complete. The normal Sims have no objectives or ending. It&#39;s boring.&lt;br /&gt;
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Other than that, catch up with family, cousins and their girlfriends. That&#39;s it. I had a lot of assignments due today, which I have not even submit because I have not started on it yet. I will really soon. Like in a few hours. I have to study for my Maths test first which is at 1pm today. Good luck to me!&lt;br /&gt;
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On Raya itself, our family celebrated with the family in KK since we did not go back to Tawau. It was pretty low key. Just 5 immediate families. And on the second day, we went to Bongawan Golf Country Club just to get a way for a day. It was nice. Monopoly dealing. =) That&#39;s it I guess. I have a pretty boring life, I know. A few things can&#39;t be written here publicly, so yeah my life is boring for you! Haha~&lt;br /&gt;
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To end this post, I would like to wish all my friends, families, followers (hiks!), readers and anyone who is reading this, A very very Happy Hari Raya, Eid Mubarak!! Maaf zahir batin. Forgive all my mistakes that I have done&amp;nbsp;whether&amp;nbsp;it is intentionally or unintentionally. Halalkan all the foods and drinks and if I owe you anything, let me know and I will try to pay it back or replace it. =)&lt;div&gt;
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