<?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-2776664301761370275</id><updated>2025-08-04T12:30:09.271-07:00</updated><category term="screwed up."/><category term="tagged"/><category term="mumblings"/><category term="I.T."/><category term="Melancholy"/><category term="lyrics"/><category term="novel"/><title type='text'>Words I Might Have Ate</title><subtitle type='html'>Mistakes don&#39;t mean a thing if you don&#39;t regret them...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berbeza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776664301761370275/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berbeza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776664301761370275/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>fallen_again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06461739876401945048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KVN2wyTahEWmz93NGThGPdc-pXUZPbojmKjLs1GY65CxqRJETndFyHVB5zhgddBFhNnbqV1PPXwasJYtFu9OVBIvjxgMn1gGoDF2_Sut1KaQVwSDzmOeb8Ze19BRiQ/s220/24102010148.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776664301761370275.post-5054857776241638442</id><published>2024-12-06T10:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2024-12-06T10:54:04.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I just said in the previous post... I am a failure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #080809; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI Historic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;di kaki lima, berdiri insan insan yang bermata satu, menjaga pintu yang boleh disewa dengan harga sebuah maruah... dan dikalangan umat yang berpusu mencari erti sebuah kejayaan, berdirinya seorang puteri... dan aku terdengar bisikan hatinya... bisikan tidak sepatutnya sekuat ini bukan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #080809; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI Historic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #080809; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI Historic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;2014.
** ditulis dibawah pengaruh cannabis hahahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;auto&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #080809; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI Historic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berbeza.blogspot.com/feeds/5054857776241638442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2776664301761370275/5054857776241638442?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776664301761370275/posts/default/5054857776241638442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776664301761370275/posts/default/5054857776241638442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berbeza.blogspot.com/2024/12/what-did-i-just-in-previous-post-i-am.html' title='What did I just said in the previous post... I am a failure...'/><author><name>fallen_again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06461739876401945048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KVN2wyTahEWmz93NGThGPdc-pXUZPbojmKjLs1GY65CxqRJETndFyHVB5zhgddBFhNnbqV1PPXwasJYtFu9OVBIvjxgMn1gGoDF2_Sut1KaQVwSDzmOeb8Ze19BRiQ/s220/24102010148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776664301761370275.post-4028561026808355981</id><published>2024-12-05T09:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2024-12-05T09:40:56.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non performing adult</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / .5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgba(6, 8, 31, 0.88); font-family: D-DINExp, &amp;quot;DM Sans&amp;quot;, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Roboto, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, &amp;quot;Noto Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif, &amp;quot;Apple Color Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Symbol&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Noto Color Emoji&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Well, well, well! Look who decided to stumble back into the blogosphere after what feels like a geological epoch. Yep, it’s me! I can’t believe it’s been years since I last graced this digital space with my ramblings. Not that I forgot about it—oh no! Life just decided to throw a few curveballs my way, and I was busy ducking and dodging like I was in a game of dodgeball. Spoiler alert: I lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / .5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgba(6, 8, 31, 0.88); font-family: D-DINExp, &amp;quot;DM Sans&amp;quot;, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Roboto, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, &amp;quot;Noto Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif, &amp;quot;Apple Color Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Symbol&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Noto Color Emoji&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;So, here I am, dusting off the ol&#39; keyboard and logging back in. Thank goodness my password was saved! Because let me tell you, if I had to remember that, I’d still be locked out, contemplating my life choices while staring at a “Forgot Password” screen. Seriously, did I really complain that much in my previous posts? It’s like I was a professional grumbler! Hahaha! I’ll try not to complain as much this time around (good luck with that, right?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / .5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgba(6, 8, 31, 0.88); font-family: D-DINExp, &amp;quot;DM Sans&amp;quot;, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Roboto, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, &amp;quot;Noto Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif, &amp;quot;Apple Color Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Symbol&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Noto Color Emoji&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Now, starting again after this long hiatus is like trying to jump back into a cold pool—you know you should do it, but you’re standing at the edge, hesitating like a cat in a bathtub. And no, you won’t be getting any of those ridiculous poems I used to churn out. Younger me thought I was a Shakespearean genius. Another spoiler alert: I was not. I’m less inspired now, and let&#39;s be real, my biggest romantic drama these days is deciding whether to swipe right or just eat ice cream alone on the couch. Ah, the joys of aging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / .5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgba(6, 8, 31, 0.88); font-family: D-DINExp, &amp;quot;DM Sans&amp;quot;, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Roboto, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, &amp;quot;Noto Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif, &amp;quot;Apple Color Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Symbol&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Noto Color Emoji&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Speaking of aging, let’s talk about how it’s supposed to make you wise. Where’s my wisdom? I’m still trying to figure out how to adult without Googling “How to Adult 101.” Seriously, I’m closer to having a midlife crisis than I’d like to admit. I mean, getting back into blogging? That’s a classic sign of a midlife crisis, right? Next, I’ll be buying a sports car and wearing leather jackets—just kidding! I can barely afford a decent pair of shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / .5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgba(6, 8, 31, 0.88); font-family: D-DINExp, &amp;quot;DM Sans&amp;quot;, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Roboto, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, &amp;quot;Noto Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif, &amp;quot;Apple Color Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Symbol&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Noto Color Emoji&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;So here’s to the struggle of staying young at heart while my body is like, “Hey, remember when you could eat a whole pizza and not regret it? Good times, huh?” Adulting is hard, folks. But I’ll give it my best shot. Who knows? I might actually keep this blog alive (though I was terrible at it before, so don’t hold your breath).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / .5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgba(6, 8, 31, 0.88); font-family: D-DINExp, &amp;quot;DM Sans&amp;quot;, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Roboto, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, &amp;quot;Noto Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif, &amp;quot;Apple Color Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Symbol&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Noto Color Emoji&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Well, that’s enough rambling for now. Here’s to nothing and the eternal quest to stay young!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;--tw-border-spacing-x: 0; --tw-border-spacing-y: 0; --tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / .5); --tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; --tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; --tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-rotate: 0; --tw-scale-x: 1; --tw-scale-y: 1; --tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; --tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; --tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; --tw-skew-x: 0; --tw-skew-y: 0; --tw-translate-x: 0; --tw-translate-y: 0; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgba(6, 8, 31, 0.88); font-family: D-DINExp, &amp;quot;DM Sans&amp;quot;, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Roboto, &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, &amp;quot;Noto Sans&amp;quot;, sans-serif, &amp;quot;Apple Color Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Emoji&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Segoe UI Symbol&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Noto Color Emoji&amp;quot;; font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;Later, ‘gator! 🐊&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berbeza.blogspot.com/feeds/4028561026808355981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2776664301761370275/4028561026808355981?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776664301761370275/posts/default/4028561026808355981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776664301761370275/posts/default/4028561026808355981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berbeza.blogspot.com/2024/12/non-performing-adult.html' title='Non performing adult'/><author><name>fallen_again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06461739876401945048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KVN2wyTahEWmz93NGThGPdc-pXUZPbojmKjLs1GY65CxqRJETndFyHVB5zhgddBFhNnbqV1PPXwasJYtFu9OVBIvjxgMn1gGoDF2_Sut1KaQVwSDzmOeb8Ze19BRiQ/s220/24102010148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776664301761370275.post-4789277207731994985</id><published>2016-07-26T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-07-26T00:01:20.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the long road home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I simply running out of ideas...&lt;br /&gt;
running out of muses ...&lt;br /&gt;
and definitely running out of things to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;
when you are bored out of your head&lt;br /&gt;
and things generally not moving that much&lt;br /&gt;
this hide out of mine&lt;br /&gt;
seems barren&lt;br /&gt;
empty&lt;br /&gt;
devoid of any fun&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
to be revive or to be deserted for good...&lt;br /&gt;
only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The plan is to... date a 100 chicks&lt;br /&gt;
hahahahaha.. I said this every year only to failed to achieve it&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I should go modest...&lt;br /&gt;
date 10 chicks instead...&lt;br /&gt;
that looks achievable right ?&lt;br /&gt;
Or maybe just 1... this is very achievable...&lt;br /&gt;
let&#39;s make it more fun..&lt;br /&gt;
She cannot be someone I already knew&lt;br /&gt;
Must not be a friend of a friend&lt;br /&gt;
hahahaha... now that looks hard...&lt;br /&gt;
being a social paranoid wont help much...&lt;br /&gt;
does online dating counts ?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
suggestions are mot welcome&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Happy new year...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It has been a long time since I last wrote here... a lot
have happened since... not many of those I&#39;d like to get into right
now...&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I wanted to write something cool, something poetic or
something inspiring because that is just what I do when I am feeling a little
down or sad... It was something I did a lot during my teens... I guess I don&#39;t
get sad a lot when I was a kid... Personally, I think kids just don&#39;t register
the feeling of being sad... Sure, we cried a lot but it was because we were
hurt… physically hurt... &amp;nbsp;not emotionally... our range of emotion was
limited.... as they aren&#39;t fully developed.... our range of feeling weren&#39;t as
wide as it is in our 30&#39;s that is for sure....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
It is never a nice feeling being lied to… especially by
someone you cared about... you know the saying that goes &quot;the person you&#39;d
take a bullet for is behind the trigger...&quot; that&#39;s how it felt right now...
I guess what they said is true then... the truth hurts... reality bites...
honesty is a bitter pill to swallow... I think that is why honesty is a rare
virtue in adults... we just can&#39;t handle honesty like kids does...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
While I know my hearts is the worst kind of weapon in this
kind of situation... ever so awkwardly trying to convince the mind that revenge
is sweet... an eye for an eye... hate begets hate... I just can&#39;t bring myself
to seek retribution... for I am weak... I am useless when it comes to getting
mad and turn it into a useful force (I am pretty much useless anyway but this
gets me the most)... I would rather sweep it under and move on... people have a
reason for doing what they did... and I am no different...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Maybe I am overreacting... maybe this is just a test... a
small bump on the road... if i can&#39;t handle this how would I handle the true
test of relationship... or maybe this is the sign of things to come.... should
I just stay and let the deceit rages on... it is one thing to realize that you
are being lied to... it is a whole different thing to call it out in the open
and put an end to the deception.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
The definition of stupid is to know the truth and to see the
truth but still believing the lies.... and I don&#39;t want to be stupid no more....
it&#39;s not fun...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Rasa yang terdetik acap kali terpandang wajah mu&lt;br /&gt;
Persona jiwa ku kau belit dengan senyum mu&lt;br /&gt;
Seolah ada kata kata puitis yang kita catatkan bersama&lt;br /&gt;
Menyulam kisah berbenangkan kasih antara insan yang alpa&lt;br /&gt;
Di dalam dunia yang kita rekakan sendiri&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tanpa kata kau nyanyikan irama lunak membelai hati&lt;br /&gt;
Yang sering terpekik terlolong mencari erti sebuah jalinan&lt;br /&gt;
Hilangkan segala amarah dan gelisah yang sering menjelma&lt;br /&gt;
Tatkala siang semakin hilang genggaman pada sinaran mentari&lt;br /&gt;
kau bukti, tanda abadi, yang rasa ini bukan ilusi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sangsi yang dulu bermaharajalela didalam jiwa, kini mati&lt;br /&gt;
ditukar ganti dengan pasti yang tetap dan lestari&lt;br /&gt;
Sentuhan magis mu mencetus reaksi berantai di dalam diri ini&lt;br /&gt;
Melahirkan aku yang optimis; tidak lagi menyendiri&lt;br /&gt;
Rasa yang bermula dari mata, kini turunnya ke hati&lt;/div&gt;
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Hujan lebat yang engkau cemuh&lt;br /&gt;
Membasuh dosa di waktu subuh&lt;br /&gt;
Bukan sepi itu yang aku keluh&lt;br /&gt;
Tetapi rasa ini yang membunuh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tiada siapa yang ambil peduli&lt;br /&gt;
Akan titisan yang menghujani bumi&lt;br /&gt;
Mencemari sinaran sang matahari&lt;br /&gt;
Mencipta ilusi, fantasi si pelangi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Air yang tenang engkau nodai&lt;br /&gt;
Tasik yang tenteram berkocak kini&lt;br /&gt;
Ada yang bersembunyi&lt;br /&gt;
Dan ada yang berlari&lt;br /&gt;
Semuanya ku perhati&lt;br /&gt;
dari tingkap ini&lt;/div&gt;
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the wayward inclination of my own emotions&lt;br /&gt;
the ever longing to be by your side&lt;br /&gt;
the grand ideas of the way things should be&lt;br /&gt;
and the eventual desolation that engulfed any hope of redemption&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and yet, here lies the memento&lt;br /&gt;
the ever present &lt;i&gt;aide-memoire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a mnemonic representation of a distant rememberance&lt;br /&gt;
a tale best forgotten, an epic story of the non-existence of success&lt;br /&gt;
simply bereft us of the future we once knew&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
here and now and no more&lt;br /&gt;
the present will set you free&lt;br /&gt;
the one eyed will never be king&lt;br /&gt;
for all he did was to misled and to deceive&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ever after is a myth&lt;br /&gt;
a three eyed monster meant to blind the masses of the impending arrival&lt;br /&gt;
of the new world order&lt;br /&gt;
to kill and to repeat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We exchanged blind words...&lt;br /&gt;
A deafening silence...&lt;br /&gt;
Then we parted ways...&lt;br /&gt;
Divided we stand...&lt;br /&gt;
Marking the splitting of a parallel...&lt;br /&gt;
The sun sets and I am back to square one...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Terus terang cakap memang dah tiba masa untuk melupakan hasrat nak mencuba nasib dengan awak pun... penat dah kot... asyik mencuba jer dari dulu tapi tak pernah berjaya pun... mungkin kena tengok balik kat mana ada salah dan silap... atur balik langkah dan selepas ini ada lah peluang yang lebih cerah... Seperti kata Thomas Alva Edison... &quot; Aku tak pernah gagal... cuma aku telah berjaya mencari 1000 cara bagaimana untuk tidak membuat mentol... dan 1 cara untuk membuat mentol &quot; (sorry translation ni mungkin agak kurang tepat... aku bukannya reti sangat alih bahasa ni).... Jadi sekarang aku perlu mencari cara untuk berjaya untuk mengubah hati seseorang (saja dibiarkan tergantung sebab aku rasa kamu semua tahu apa yang cuba di sampaikan)...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Nak ikut kan pun dalam 34 tahun hidup nie, boleh dikira dengan sebelah tangan sahaja cubaan aku untuk mengubah hati seseorang. Pertama kali mase tingkatan 4... takde lah bersungguh sangat pun sebab aku ni penakut... takut pada kegagalan... hajat nak mengorat sorang awek nie tapi dapat member dier pulak... aku ikut kan sahaja... dari sorang2 takde awek... tapi mase tingkatan 5 lain pulak jadi... untuk pertama kali (mungkin kedua kot.. mase tingkatan 3 ade ura2 pasal nie tapi aku buat tak endah sebab... mat &lt;i&gt;rock &lt;/i&gt;mana nak layan awek... hahahaha) ada seorang gadis boleh suka kat aku.. cam pelik pulak... tapi aku hanya 17 tahun.. ingatkan &lt;i&gt;cool &lt;/i&gt;lah kalau dapat pasang 2 awek serentak... tapi aku lupe sekolah aku takde la besar mana.. kejap jer dah kantoi... hahahaha (tapi pelik ade jugak kawan aku berjaya pasang 2... hebat sungguh mereka nie)... pastu taubat takmo buat camtu dah.. tambahan pula, aku kurang bertuah lah dalam soal hati ni...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Masa kat kolej pulak boleh terjatuh hati pada seorang awek dari Batu Pahat, Johor nie... so maka selepas buat satu eksperimen kat makmal (eksperimen bakar magnesium kot kalau tak silap... mase tu aku sorang jer ade &lt;i&gt;lab partner&lt;/i&gt; perempuan.. seorang kakak &lt;i&gt;senior&lt;/i&gt;)... aku kumpulkan segala kekuatan yang ade.. aku pegi kat meja dier, mintak kawan dia tinggalkan dia sorang2 kejap (&lt;i&gt;sorry&lt;/i&gt; Ana, aku terkesima dengan &lt;i&gt;lab partner&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; kau masa tu) dan aku pun beritahu la kepada seorang perempuan yang aku suka kat dia (pertama kali dalam hidup buat camtu... menggigil wa cakap lu).. terdiam kejap dia... aku lagi la tak reti nak &lt;i&gt;react &lt;/i&gt;masa tu... aku pun lupa apa dia cakap masa tu.. yang aku ingat... aku cakap &lt;i&gt;&quot;aku cuma nak kau tau jer.. kalau lepas ni kau takmo kawan ngan aku pun takpe... janji kau tau&quot;&lt;/i&gt;... lebih kurang camtu la ayat aku.. then aku &lt;i&gt;blah &lt;/i&gt;dan buat kerja aku... kitorang masih berkawan lepas tu cuma agak &lt;i&gt;awkward &lt;/i&gt;la... &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt; dia tak benci aku... dia lagi tak suka dengan sorang lagi mamat yang suka kat dia... &lt;i&gt;so I take comfort in that... enough&lt;/i&gt; la kot...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Masa dalam lingkungan umur 20 an ada gak aku mencuba lagi.. sebab orang kata &quot;biar gagal tapi ada usaha nak cuba dari gagal untuk mencuba&quot;... hahaha tapi segan pulak nak cerita kat sini... diorang masih berkawan dengan aku dan mungkin ada baca blog ni... huhuhuhu&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
The point that I was trying to convey was.. &quot; I am a failure... but at least I can say I&#39;ve tried... maybe not hard enough or not smart enough.. but I&#39;ve tried... that got to count for something right??&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
Everyone wants to change the world but no one wants to die trying.... &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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You move through the air like the wind borne seeds of dandelions&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Swaying and shifting, dancing to the tune of the wind of change&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Swift and subtle, elegent and enigmatic nonetheless&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Leaving behind a field of nothingness&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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carrying one&#39;s hope with each gentle breeze&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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But your lies lingers like a dormant menace&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Anticipating the arrival of your trigger happy mechanism&lt;/div&gt;
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To eventually reveal the devastating truth about your existence&lt;/div&gt;
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That you are merely nothing more than just another pretty face in the crowd&lt;/div&gt;
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Mesmerizingly unforgetable even in death&lt;/div&gt;
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Hauntingly beautiful but not without its scars&lt;/div&gt;
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In the end, dandelions are nothing more than just another pesky weed&lt;/div&gt;
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Only fooling around with you to do their deeds&lt;/div&gt;
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When you no longer serve a purpose&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;ll leave your side&lt;/div&gt;
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with a gush of a strong breeze&lt;/div&gt;
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P/S:- So dandelions, you are tolerated but not welcome.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berbeza.blogspot.com/feeds/3682016772295622467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2776664301761370275/3682016772295622467?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776664301761370275/posts/default/3682016772295622467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776664301761370275/posts/default/3682016772295622467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berbeza.blogspot.com/2014/10/dandelions.html' title='Dandelions'/><author><name>fallen_again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06461739876401945048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KVN2wyTahEWmz93NGThGPdc-pXUZPbojmKjLs1GY65CxqRJETndFyHVB5zhgddBFhNnbqV1PPXwasJYtFu9OVBIvjxgMn1gGoDF2_Sut1KaQVwSDzmOeb8Ze19BRiQ/s220/24102010148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776664301761370275.post-5877637119709913935</id><published>2014-09-22T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-09-22T08:36:04.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not angry... I am just bitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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“Was I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet your sweet ass I was hurt. Who doesn&#39;t feel a part of their heart break at rejection. You ask yourself every question you can think of, what, why, how come, and then your sadness turns to anger. That&#39;s my favorite part. It drives me, feeds me, and makes one hell of a story.” &amp;nbsp;- Jennifer Salaiz.&lt;/div&gt;
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The anger oh yes the anger.... I have been there once or twice... the hurt of being rejected is not a nice feeling... It consumed you, drowning you in self pity and self loathing and eventually you come out on the other end bitter and angry... and you use that anger to try to get even...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Don&#39;t come running back to me when things goes awry with him... because I will shower you with lies and deceit so you&#39;ll know how it fell to be me... to choke with grief and to spit venom... revenge is sweeter when serve cold...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sure we could just pretending that this is all okay... we&#39;ll say hi and wave each other when our path crossed... you&#39;ll be in his arm while I sit alone across the room... trying hard not to make eye contact... sure, we could pretend... Let the fire burn this room to the ground and see who can pretend the longest...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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While this little angry fit of mine will eventually subside... the scar tissue that now sit in place of the open wound will forever reminded me of the time when we walked in space... A time best forgotten...&lt;/div&gt;
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And for the love of all thing good.. stop contacting me every time your so called &quot;boyfriend&quot; treat you bad... I am not your go to friend... I never wanted to be just friend... leave me alone... I don&#39;t want to be tangled in your web of lies again... Once is enough... I am barely over you and now you&#39;re coming back... this vicious cycle needs to end girl...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is raining outside and it&#39;s around 1:25 AM in the morning... I am struggling to fall asleep... Sleeping is overrated anyway... I wonder what would become of us... after all is said and done... is there anything left to look forward to... oblivion it seems.. is inevitable... It would be nice to be remembered... to know that we have touched a life (or more)... to delay oblivion just enough to make a different... to know that our life was not a waste... to prove that even in our darkest moments, we shined through because our hope never wavered and the will to be extraordinary is enough to push through any barriers physically or mentally... our fragile heart is also our strongest muscle... push us around hard enough and it&#39;ll trigger this strength unbeknownst to us before... for this strength is what makes us human... fragile but yet unbreakable...&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“To hurt is as human as to breathe.” JK Rowling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&quot;That&#39;s the thing about pain... it demand to to be felt...&quot; TFIOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Sepi itu tidak hadir tanpa ditemani si kembarnya sedih,&lt;br /&gt;
Duduk bersimpuh setia menemani hati yang dilanda pedih,&lt;br /&gt;
Adakalanya dia di sapa sang amarah, menghamburkan kata nista,&lt;br /&gt;
Tiada penawar abadi buat sepi yang setia itu kecuali masa,&lt;br /&gt;
Kerana masa bisa menawarkan segala duka lara.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dan lalu bangkitlah wahai hati yang berteman sedih,&lt;br /&gt;
Kerana hari esok pasti akan tiba, dan siapa yang tahu apa akan dibawanya&lt;br /&gt;
Simpankan harapan pada hilangnya kecerahan cahaya mentari siang&lt;br /&gt;
Kerana gelap malam membawa kesepian yang membutakan mata&lt;br /&gt;
Apabila kehilangan, baru lah kita sedar akan apa yang kita pernah miliki.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sulamkan pada genggaman&lt;br /&gt;
Sematkan pada kudrat hati&lt;br /&gt;
Tiada keciwa yang kekal&lt;br /&gt;
Kerana ianya adalah satu hiasan sementara&lt;br /&gt;
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Susunkan semua cerita tentang dia&lt;br /&gt;
Kronologi sebuah siksa&lt;br /&gt;
Bukukan pengalaman dan letakkan di almari kisah hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;
Kerana kesilapan itu tiada erti jika tidak disesali&lt;br /&gt;
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Buangkan dendam itu&lt;br /&gt;
Ke lautan dalam dan gelap&lt;br /&gt;
Dia hanya satu nama dalam senarai yang panjang&lt;br /&gt;
Ini bukan kali terakhir kau akan berteman dengan sepi&lt;br /&gt;
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If I could Marty Mcfly and go back and tell my younger self to listen to you... I would... but things happen for a reason and regrets are part and parcel of life... I really hope you never have to think about anything as much as I&amp;nbsp; think about you right here, right now (while watching a sad episode on TV)... I guess we all make mistakes, things we wish we could undo... these things eventually become regrets and parts of you and me (well maybe just me for the most part)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best for your future endeavors... I cant escape this sentiment at the moment... and quite frankly I don&#39;t want to escape it... not yet anyway... 3 years is a long time... it is an investment I make to try and change a NO into a YES... and I really do think I can... for the first time in my life I actually tried to achieve something I really wanted... It just wasn&#39;t mean to be... you were right though... I didn&#39;t bother to listen.. thank you for the memories... that great eastern mall poem I wrote after our meeting there... remember ?&amp;nbsp; remember how it end... I did prophesied this ending... I just didn&#39;t realize it yet back then...&lt;/div&gt;
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I always thought my invisibility was just a phase. You know, like that bubble gum advertisement on TV, Where the guy was invisible until he pick up that bubble gum from his pocket and everyone were like, &quot;oh hey there&quot;... I guess I messed up somehow... looks like my invisibility is a permanent one... &lt;/div&gt;
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And I used to think being invisible is a cool thing... I mean invisible man was one of my favorite TV show in the 90s/early 2000s... but not anymore... it is one thing to have the power to be invisible on command.. it is another thing when people just do not notice you even though you are not invisible... It just create this big hole inside of you... so people can see right through you like you were never there in the first place... a shitty feeling altogether... not nice and that much is true...&lt;/div&gt;
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I have not been to my own home for the last 4 days... been spending a lot of time at my mom&#39;s place... I think it is due to the fasting month rather than anything else... but next week i had to be on my own for a week at least... I swapped my on-call rotation duty with my colleague at work.. i dont want to work on Hari Raya... no no no no... I want to be free the week leading up to Hari Raya and the week after that... so I had no choice but to swapped the on-call... On-call is no fun... but things are a little bearable these days... so hurray to that... &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;Could&lt;/em&gt; I be read &lt;em&gt;if I was see&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;through&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; you &lt;em&gt;just read my spine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...?&quot;, Do you feel the same, Neon Ballroom, Silverchair 1999.&lt;/div&gt;
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Terang.&lt;br /&gt;
Gelap.&lt;br /&gt;
Hilang dan mengharap.&lt;br /&gt;
Bukan kesat tapi sesat&lt;br /&gt;
Hakikat yang terlalu berat&lt;br /&gt;
Bait kata kata yang enggan bicara&lt;br /&gt;
Tertutup rapat&lt;br /&gt;
Dan sunyi tidak bermadah&lt;/div&gt;
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Bunga kau berseri&lt;/div&gt;
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Megah dan sendiri&lt;/div&gt;
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Menanti kumbang sakti&lt;/div&gt;
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Hadirnya yang tak pasti&lt;/div&gt;
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Datangnya membawa erti&lt;/div&gt;
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Justifikasi, kewujudan mu itu&lt;/div&gt;
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Bukan sekadar penuh berduri&lt;/div&gt;
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Tetapi, hakiki dan abadi&lt;/div&gt;
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Some people watch&lt;br /&gt;
Some people pray&lt;br /&gt;
But even lights can fade away.&lt;br /&gt;
Some people hope&lt;br /&gt;
Some people pay&lt;br /&gt;
But why&#39;d we have to stay?&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Cause even heroes&lt;br /&gt;
Get the blues&lt;br /&gt;
Or any misery you choose&lt;br /&gt;
You like to watch&lt;br /&gt;
We like to use&lt;br /&gt;
And we were born to lose&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I choose defeat&lt;br /&gt;
I walk away&lt;br /&gt;
And leave this place&lt;br /&gt;
The same today&lt;br /&gt;
Some like to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
We like to play&lt;br /&gt;
Just look at all that pain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You want the heart&lt;br /&gt;
Or to be saved&lt;br /&gt;
But even good guys still get paid&lt;br /&gt;
So watch my back&lt;br /&gt;
And keep the blade&lt;br /&gt;
I think it got you laid&lt;br /&gt;
So fake your death&lt;br /&gt;
Or it’s your blame&lt;br /&gt;
And leave the lights on when you stay&lt;br /&gt;
Take off your clothes&lt;br /&gt;
And dream that fame&lt;br /&gt;
Come on and feel that shame&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I choose defeat&lt;br /&gt;
I walk away&lt;br /&gt;
And leave this place&lt;br /&gt;
The same today&lt;br /&gt;
Some like to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
We like to play&lt;br /&gt;
Just look at all that pain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just look at all that pain &lt;i&gt;[3x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just give me all that pain &lt;i&gt;[3x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I choose defeat&lt;br /&gt;
I walk away&lt;br /&gt;
And leave this place&lt;br /&gt;
The same today&lt;br /&gt;
Some like to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
We like to play&lt;br /&gt;
Just look at all that pain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
#MayDeathNeverStopYou&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for the memories... another awesome band finally bite the dust... good music is slowly dying...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;re&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;memb&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;er t&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;ha&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;t i&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;t h&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;urt&lt;/span&gt;s.... &lt;br /&gt;
l&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;oo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;k&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;g at h&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;er hu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rt&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;s...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hello there,&lt;/div&gt;
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Finally the weekend is over, though I usually treasure the weekend as much as the next person, but its no fun when you have to be on call for the weekend... in fact it is a hellish experience... though after about 10 years in the IT field... I am used to it... doesn&#39;t mean I can&#39;t complaint about it... I will always complaint... 10 years in It is a long time... the sad truth about the IT support guy... while computers are meant to make human life easier... supporting the system is not an easy task... the average IT guy works for more than 40 hours a week... He is on call 24/7 (being in a team does help, as well as the global support team)... he never get the compliment when the system works... but get all the screaming when it failed... seriously I did not know why I am still in this line of work... Probably because I watched the movie &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;hackers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and decided I wanted to be one... though, truth be told, what I do is so far away from being a hacker.. I don&#39;t do programming... and my programming skill is worse at best... I cant even do the basic HTML coding anymore... my shell scripting are basics... geez seriously... what am I doing here...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ok so anyway last weekend wasn&#39;t so bad... 2 medium high calls, 1 turn out to be a false alarm and the other one was a simple fix... I guess ever since we manage to stabilize the systems and the migrations process finally complete... the on call work load isn&#39;t as heavy as it used to be... and I should be grateful.. at least I have a job... It could have been worse... I could have gone into engineering field as planned and get no where... how many of my engineering friends are actually working in engineering fields ? less than 10% I think... most of them ended up doing something that are not related to their studies... the point is.. you can plan all you want, the future are not as predictable as you thought it was... that&#39;s what so great about it... the unpredictability... the melancholy of not being able to do anything about it... the beautiful ideas of what you wanted it to be and what it eventually will become...&lt;/div&gt;
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Owh Ok the weekend... that was the point of this entry/post but I&#39;m over it now...&lt;/div&gt;
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There, you see.. the beauty of unpredictability... I was going to write about something else but then ending up writing about something else... just beautiful... immense and cosmic....&lt;/div&gt;
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Ok.. I am blabbering like nobody&#39;s business...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And I was supposed to finish reading the fault in our stars before the movie comes out in June... current progress... PAGE 6... like seriously, after 3 weeks still at page 6... man I really need to focus...&lt;/div&gt;
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I promise myself to finish it before the movie come out.. hopefully I would be able to do so...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ok roger and out&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;We are a simplified versions&lt;br /&gt;Of a grandiose ideas&lt;br /&gt;About life&lt;br /&gt;We are what you make of us&lt;br /&gt;A little lost in between&lt;br /&gt;battle scars and memories&lt;br /&gt;We are, for a lack of a better word&lt;br /&gt;Wild &lt;br /&gt;An untamed force of nature&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a chance&lt;br /&gt;To rekindle past glories&lt;br /&gt;Remember us ?&lt;br /&gt;A second chance once more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ?&lt;br /&gt;So we can fall again&lt;br /&gt;Together this time&lt;br /&gt;To our hearts content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;living is easy with eyes closed... &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s 3:57 AM and I can&#39;t sleep... so I do what I always do when I can&#39;t sleep... browse through YouTube...&amp;nbsp; looking at all the videos I have been subscribing to.. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Watching this YouTube series that I discovered about a month ago called &quot;kids/teens/elders react &quot; and I stumbled into this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VF6cmddWOgU&quot;&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; (link below)... and with that my faith in humanity was crushed... I mean really people????... someone made a mistake and you keep harassing them. have you no heart ? damn those people... I still have not got the courage to watch the original video that was discussed in this episode of teens react... I need to get some sleep... I have to wake up in another 2 hours to go to work... But I&#39;ll watched tomorrow after work... and I will definitely google Amanda Todd to know what&#39;s up with the case....&lt;br /&gt;
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People can be so mean.... &lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VF6cmddWOgU&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://berbeza.blogspot.com/feeds/6326957913691804042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/2776664301761370275/6326957913691804042?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776664301761370275/posts/default/6326957913691804042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2776664301761370275/posts/default/6326957913691804042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://berbeza.blogspot.com/2014/05/people-can-be-so-mean.html' title='People can be so mean...'/><author><name>fallen_again</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06461739876401945048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9KVN2wyTahEWmz93NGThGPdc-pXUZPbojmKjLs1GY65CxqRJETndFyHVB5zhgddBFhNnbqV1PPXwasJYtFu9OVBIvjxgMn1gGoDF2_Sut1KaQVwSDzmOeb8Ze19BRiQ/s220/24102010148.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776664301761370275.post-2294629878972376690</id><published>2014-05-04T09:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2014-05-04T09:31:13.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Nightmare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Pulang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Selangkah lagi dari kekal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Pegangan yang semakin gagal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Perjalanan yang tiada berbekal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Hanya semangat yang belum cekal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Segalanya hancur kesal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Apabila destinasi itu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;mimpi yang penuh sesal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Rasa nak demam... asal weekend jer nak demam... apesal la time weekdays kau takmo demam wahai badan... aku penat dah nak keje hari hari... I think something is up with my body or anti body... batuk dah 3 minggu tak elok... well smoking doesn&#39;t help but still... cam kurang sihat ajer badan nie... antibiotik dah 2 bungkus habis... the thing is... I hate to see a doctor.. I only went if i really have to... or I need an MC real quick... kurang vitamin ke ape nie... makan cam tak henggat donia dah... huhuhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;
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Dengan catuan ayaq yang menyiksa hidup... nak berak pun susah... pakai air mineral tu.. giler mahal lah... teringat zaman study dulu time takde ayaq pi tandas pakai ayaq mineral... masuk tandas awam pun tak mahal macam tu lah... tandas kat klcc pun 30 sen jer... hahahahahahaha.... dah ler kat umah ade 2 baldi jer.. mana la cukup nak tahan 2 hari... mintak2 hujan sokmo lah la nie... sebab if things get worse then kena mandi ala ala citer P. Ramlee la lepas nie... huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m tired of this... I need a reboot... banyak sangat zombie process dalam otak nie.. cannot think straight... so next week amik cuti hari jumaat... so I got 4 days weekend (khamis labour day)... mau lepak ampang umah ibu or mau jalan2... jalan2 kena pakai duit... dok umah ibu free... makan pun free.. letrik free.. internet jer kena bayar... ok it&#39;s done then... lari dari puchong menyorok kat ampang... my mom mesti ske anak balik kan... plus dapat spend time ngan my anak buah, Mia... dah besaq nie susah nak manje2 ngan dier... &lt;br /&gt;
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ok till nest time. later &#39;gator&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;&quot;Pretending you&#39;re happy is actually worse than being miserable...&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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