<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923</id><updated>2011-08-08T21:55:56.851+07:00</updated><category term='lyrics songs'/><category term='original'/><category term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>SOMETIMES LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING</title><subtitle type='html'>don't start arguing because i am not here for that.this is everything you see and it is everything i have.even if it is nothing just remember that sometimes nothing can be something.and looks my friends, can be deceiving.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-8326460620529877824</id><published>2010-11-01T16:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:02:51.612+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fiction : epilogue : frictionless</title><content type='html'>friction. and it suddenly pops into my head. what is friction? without it birds wont fly, cars wont go and nor will it stop. trees wont grow, fast things will never go slow, shoes wont die, kids will never cry. and if you look carefully, you'll find that friction is what made us what we are today. friction is the sole reason that we exist. when two strangers collided and the friction that caused made us what we are. friction is love. and friction is hate. friction is a form of energy. and love is energy.without friction we are ghosts. wandering aimlessly in limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there she is. like poetry. like a tornado. like an orchestra of fishes dancing in the sea. you know what i mean right? in those tv shows, where they show those sea critters floating around, damn thats pretty awesome right? and thats how i feel each time i see her. its like you cant stop watching her. you try to resist the temptation but you cant. its like eating ice cream on a blazing summer afternoon when your on a freaking diet. its that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thats just me. i dont know if you ever felt what i felt. im not really good with words. i treat my words like its worth a million bucks per syllable. i dont know why. part of it maybe comes from my old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..in utero..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-8326460620529877824?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-7867589604694218218</id><published>2010-04-20T01:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:09:04.888+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the redeemer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;by aea aka the fake cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;im failing like ive failed a thousand times before&lt;br /&gt;feels like im turning, when im right at the door&lt;br /&gt;too busy trying to be someone that im not&lt;br /&gt;lost all i had, cant find what i sought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say live your life like your dying tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;make the most of this breath that we're given to borrow,&lt;br /&gt;but how can i live when all i feel is sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;there's a hole in my heart, and it feels so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there salvation for the prodigal son&lt;br /&gt;is there a place where he can hide and run&lt;br /&gt;roam free without bounds on his feet&lt;br /&gt;feel the air in his lungs, and a heart that beats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past is gone what's done is done,&lt;br /&gt;i never saw the signs, too busy having fun,&lt;br /&gt;and now ive find myself on the run,&lt;br /&gt;in a race against time,where i lost and he won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no use looking back and hope to rewind,&lt;br /&gt;we must march on and try not to be blind,&lt;br /&gt;keep strong and weary eyed, you'll see the signs,&lt;br /&gt;and carry forth all the things that were left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon and sun they will always shine,&lt;br /&gt;until the end of days of all mankind,&lt;br /&gt;its never late to turn back and be,&lt;br /&gt;the very best of a man you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i believe in salvation of the prodigal son,&lt;br /&gt;there is a place where he will never have to hide or run,&lt;br /&gt;the truth will come it's just a matter of time,&lt;br /&gt;and in the hearts of men it forever will shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-7867589604694218218?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SzNBeCn9nkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/38Bgo8qjFfM/s1600-h/fly_phixr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SzNBeCn9nkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/38Bgo8qjFfM/s400/fly_phixr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418746761013206594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;taken at : Bromo Volcano, Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS EZZAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-4414326068012711078?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SzNBeCn9nkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/38Bgo8qjFfM/s72-c/fly_phixr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-2644164347227590879</id><published>2009-11-27T17:09:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T17:36:56.841+07:00</updated><title type='text'>just writing some writings</title><content type='html'>it's really hard to write when you havent been writing for a really long while. so much has happened you dont know where to begin. i am a dead person. reborn every day. the person i am yesterday is not the same as the person i am now. and its impossible for the future me to experience the feelings the present me feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time moves on like an unstoppable train. i look around me and everythings changed. god, where have i been? have i fallen asleep? to see the people i know growing up, and to feel my self grow up, strikes fear in my heart. fear of uncertainty. of not knowing. because things has its way of malfunctioning at times when you need it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i feel so empty. i dont know where i belong? which place should i be? is this the life that i wanted? why cant i change? whats stopping me? am i sad? why am i smiling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so distant. so lonely in a crowd of people. what makes me sick is not that i dont know where to turn, i know its there, but im too weak to embrace it. and all i do is wait. its ironic you see, i hate waiting, but i kept on waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats next for me? are we really done? have we did the right thing today? because life(death) is just a breath away, you can never know which one is your last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what more to say, till then, embrace it before its too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-2644164347227590879?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/2644164347227590879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=2644164347227590879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/2644164347227590879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/2644164347227590879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-writing-some-writings.html' title='just writing some writings'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-7424510553393953779</id><published>2009-06-12T18:18:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:32:31.839+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>what should we do when...?</title><content type='html'>amazing lyrics. amazing song. amazing singer. amazing band. fak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Ize Of The World" by The Strokes (First Impressions of Earth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what you mean but watch what you say&lt;br /&gt;'cause they'll be tryin' to knock you down in some way&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like the world is falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;How do you wake someone up from inside a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind would wander and search for its place in the night&lt;br /&gt;Your body followed this feeling like following light&lt;br /&gt;Once that your music was born it followed you 'round&lt;br /&gt;And then it gave your activities meaning and let you be loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sad but you smile&lt;br /&gt;It's not in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your eyeballs won't change&lt;br /&gt;It's the muscles around your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An egg to fertilize&lt;br /&gt;A pulse to stabilize&lt;br /&gt;A body to deodorize&lt;br /&gt;A life to scrutinize&lt;br /&gt;A child to criticize&lt;br /&gt;Young adults to modernize&lt;br /&gt;Citizens to terrorize&lt;br /&gt;Generations to desensitize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dreams are sweet and obsessed&lt;br /&gt;And your overworked&lt;br /&gt;You're overtaken by visions of being overlooked&lt;br /&gt;How disappointed would D.(ead) I.(dealistic) D.(esperate) I.(nventor) P.(ioneer) P.(hilosophers)&lt;br /&gt;to see such power in our hands all wasted on greed&lt;br /&gt;Am I a prisoner to instincts?&lt;br /&gt;Or do my thoughts just live&lt;br /&gt;As free and detached&lt;br /&gt;As boats to the dock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like when music was born&lt;br /&gt;And detached from your heart&lt;br /&gt;Is your free time to free minds&lt;br /&gt;Or for falling apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night after night&lt;br /&gt;You turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;You don't fall asleep right away&lt;br /&gt;"Are we... are we done?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A desk to organize&lt;br /&gt;A product to advertise&lt;br /&gt;A market to monopolize&lt;br /&gt;Movie stars you idolize&lt;br /&gt;Leaders to scandalize&lt;br /&gt;Enemies to neutralize&lt;br /&gt;No time to apologize&lt;br /&gt;Fury to tranquilize&lt;br /&gt;Weapons to synchronize&lt;br /&gt;Cities to vapor-i&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-7424510553393953779?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7424510553393953779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=7424510553393953779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/7424510553393953779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/7424510553393953779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2009/06/waht-should-we-do-when.html' title='what should we do when...?'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-8971338402930393226</id><published>2009-06-12T17:24:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:42:17.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG TIME : some names form other names which form other names</title><content type='html'>1.YOUR REAL NAME:&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Elmiza Ahmad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME:(mother and fathers name)&lt;br /&gt;Zaleha Ahmad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.NASCAR NAME:(first name of your mother's dad, father's dad)&lt;br /&gt;Ariffin Sampur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.STAR WARS NAME:(the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)&lt;br /&gt;Ahmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.DETECTIVE NAME:(favorite color, favorite animal)&lt;br /&gt;Brown Bear (makan orG!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.SOAP OPERA NAME:(middle name, town where you were born)&lt;br /&gt;Elmiza Batu Pahat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav drink, add "THE" to the beginning)&lt;br /&gt;The Gray Orange (dah gray, nk oren plak. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.FLY NAME:(first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name)&lt;br /&gt;Asad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.ROCK STAR NAME:(pets name, current street name)&lt;br /&gt;aku x penah ade pet yg ak bg name, sedih la ni, haha, pki name gitar aku la, Si Merah Mojo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. PORN NAME: (1st pet, street you grew up on)&lt;br /&gt;aku takde pet la... Karim Peserai , blasah je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.YOUR GANGSTA NAME:(first 3 letters of real name plus "izzle")&lt;br /&gt;Asyizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.YOUR GOTH NAME:(black, and the name of one of your pets)&lt;br /&gt;asik pet je.. xde modal la tag ni.. blasah je name gitar aku satu lagi, Black Si Putih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. STRIPPER NAME: (name of your fav perfume, fav choc)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Ritter's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WIZARD'S NAME: (last 3 letters of mother's name, first 3 letters of current job, first 3 letters of your zodiac sign and last 3 letters of home street's name)&lt;br /&gt;Ehastuleorai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. PIRATE'S NAME: (fav actor last name, your 'pet' name, fav actress last name, add "Captain" at the beginning)&lt;br /&gt;pet lagi... kau mmg xde modal la tag.. malas dah aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian tag dari sy.&lt;br /&gt;terimakasih dari jantungmaniswanita krn mentag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sy tag:&lt;br /&gt;sumua org yang ade byk pet. kalau xde pet mcm saye. x payah jawab. wat pening pale je.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-8971338402930393226?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/8971338402930393226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=8971338402930393226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8971338402930393226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8971338402930393226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag-time-some-names-form-other-names.html' title='TAG TIME : some names form other names which form other names'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-5241939455105855850</id><published>2009-05-24T22:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:42:34.697+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I'm Alex And You're Miles</title><content type='html'>The Last Shadow Puppets - Meeting Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JKKUxmVzeM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JKKUxmVzeM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever's reading this. i am looking for someone i can get lost in the endless possibilities of music. i am looking for my miles. oh my miles where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-5241939455105855850?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/5241939455105855850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=5241939455105855850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/5241939455105855850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/5241939455105855850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish-im-alex-and-youre-miles_4478.html' title='I Wish I&apos;m Alex And You&apos;re Miles'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-5127954757600274720</id><published>2009-05-10T04:02:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:07:14.890+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics songs'/><title type='text'>wholeheartedly</title><content type='html'>this one's called wholeheartedly. dah lame x menulis. tetibe terinigin menulis. dah ade chords and solo(not a solo actually, just a sequence of notes haha). tapi blom perfect.huhu. hanahird awk komen laa,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a purple dress she stares at me from a distance i see&lt;br /&gt;she's standing there without a care in the world maybe&lt;br /&gt;but then comes a man who took her hand&lt;br /&gt;and it breaks my heart for me to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now days gone by in a red dress she glanced at me&lt;br /&gt;she's sitting there with tears in her eyes tell me whats wrong baby&lt;br /&gt;''he left me for another'' thats what she told me&lt;br /&gt;''it's alright , i understand, would you like to be with me?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i will always love you&lt;br /&gt;and i will always be true&lt;br /&gt;and i will never break your heart&lt;br /&gt;and together we'll never be apart&lt;br /&gt;whole hearted ly&lt;br /&gt;yeah whole hearted ly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a purple dress she stares at me from a distance i see&lt;br /&gt;she's standing there without a care in the world maybe&lt;br /&gt;but then comes a man who took her hand&lt;br /&gt;and it feels so good please understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that man is me, with that girl you see&lt;br /&gt;once together, together we'll be&lt;br /&gt;once forever, forever we'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i will always love you&lt;br /&gt;and i will always be true&lt;br /&gt;and i will never break your heart&lt;br /&gt;and together we'll never be apart&lt;br /&gt;whole hearted ly&lt;br /&gt;yeah whole hearted ly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every inch, every corner of my heart&lt;br /&gt;and forever you'll be a part&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-5127954757600274720?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/5127954757600274720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=5127954757600274720' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/5127954757600274720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/5127954757600274720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2009/05/wholeheartedly.html' title='wholeheartedly'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-3159997601914525711</id><published>2009-03-11T15:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:20:41.538+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love myself, haha</title><content type='html'>Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-3159997601914525711?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/3159997601914525711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=3159997601914525711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/3159997601914525711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/3159997601914525711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-myself-haha.html' title='i love myself, haha'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-232693382031942313</id><published>2009-02-20T15:30:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:04:26.812+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wahai blog. aku takde idea. tandus. (some random thoughts)</title><content type='html'>if life is supposed to be a box of chocolate. are we the box or are we the chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;im not making sense. sense. what is sense? can anyone define it?&lt;br /&gt;in this world, who defines right or wrong? who draws the line between good and evil? what does it take for someone to be labeled good or bad? his actions? and what or who or how our actions can labeled as bad or good? God makes the rules. and we as humans his creations must follow. if we don't we shall perish in our own man-made rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when im bored and lonely in my room.when theres no school.nothing to do.i would just pick up my guitar and practice.and think of phrases and words.and make them into songs.but i never write them down.out of laziness i think.or maybe im just not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams.some say dreams give you wings.it will make you fly.i dream a lot.but i never tasted the joy of flight.i cant see no wings on my shoulder.i wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destiny? do you believe in destiny? that everything is pre-determined in book somewhere in heavens? like when walk the streets at the place that im currently in.i see beggars.children, poor people sleeping on the streets. is it their destiny to be born in poverty? those poor little children. and what am i doing here? i was born in a well fed family. have i the right to be born like this? i pray to god that these people will not suffer anymore. that someday something could be done to change the world. i pray that i will live to see that day. where we all humans have equal opportunity to change our destiny and be what we want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all tyrants, opposers, corrupters, dictators who steals and suck the blood dry out of your people. i pray you burn in hell. and i pray you will see the day when you fall on your knees and you will feel the pain you have caused. the rights you have violated. your crimes. i pray that you will see them flash in front of your eyes. and  it will be too late for you to repent. i believe the truth will speak for itself someday. as long as there are people who believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are some really random thoughts of a dreamer. just a pawn in a game of chess called life. every move i make now determines my future. every choice, every word, every sin will find me in the future. i just hope i am strong enough for whatever comes, good or bad. in the meantime all we can do is work to improve ourselves. keep chasing the rainbow.keep chasing the dream. don't stop. never stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to dreamers and lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-232693382031942313?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/232693382031942313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=232693382031942313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/232693382031942313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/232693382031942313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2009/02/wahai-blog-aku-takde-idea-tandus-some.html' title='wahai blog. aku takde idea. tandus. (some random thoughts)'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-1163045116353085786</id><published>2009-01-22T22:48:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:14:45.315+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i was 3 again (so i can be like quinn sullivan)</title><content type='html'>videos of guitar prodigy Quinn Sullivan.&lt;br /&gt;he's really good. seperti seorang eric clapton yang dimuatkan ke dalam tubuh seorang budak 6 tahun. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuf talking. ladies and gentlemen, quinn sullivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with ellen degeneres, (aged 6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zszSbaAJ6W0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zszSbaAJ6W0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tgk muke die tym dapat gitar baru.huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with his band,playin the thrill is gone, (aged 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljMWDwVS9go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljMWDwVS9go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with one of the blues great, buddy guy,(aged 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ix4TNJvVk8M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ix4TNJvVk8M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing his own song, Sing, Clap and Dance, (aged 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1llQ4g4ccyKnUmJ0c&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k1llQ4g4ccyKnUmJ0c&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="405" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x38368_quinn-sullivan-sing-dance-clap-your_music"&gt;Quinn Sullivan - Sing, dance, &amp; clap your hands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/kiki_75"&gt;kiki_75&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he reminds me of paul mccartney of the beatles, with his hair like that and by the way he taps his feet, sooo beatles.huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing bb king's classic, the thrill is gone, (aged 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HHoO3JHnn3Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HHoO3JHnn3Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*solo mengancam,main wah wah lagi.gilosssssssssssss.....arghh. (pengsan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madness.aku jeles.haha.aku pon tak boleh lagi main macam kau adik quinn, ko 6 tahun dah main cam eric clapton, cube kalau ko dah 18 tahun, tak tau la ape jadik.huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni info pasal quinn dari wikipedia,&lt;br /&gt;-Quinn Sullivan (born 1999) is an American child prodigy guitarist known for his media appearances on the Ellen DeGeneres Show (at age 6), Fox 25 News, Boston, WBZ Boston, Fall River Celebrates America and the Apple Peach Festival in Acushnet, MA. Quinn began guitar lessons at age 3, studying with Brian Cass (Musician) of The Overclock Orchestra and Toe Jam Puppet Band. Quinn has most recently begun to write and perform his own songs in collaboration with Chris Waters, also a member of the Toe Jam Puppet Band. The first song he wrote is "Sing, Dance Clap your Hands". He is best known for his covers of Beatles and Chicago Blues songs and has already been on stage performing with Buddy Guy who he played with in April 2007. Quinn also makes a guest appearance on one track on Guy's 2008 album Skin Deep. His home is New Bedford, Massachusetts. Quinn is now working with his band "A Day in the Life". The band includes both Chris Waters and Quinn's father Terry Sullivan who also performs with the Pearly Baker Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semoga quinn terus berlatih dan jangan putus asa.keep practicing.and stay away from drugs.be humble.hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok over and out. nak pegi prektis gitar nih.(takleh terima kalah dgn budak kecik,huhu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-1163045116353085786?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/1163045116353085786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=1163045116353085786' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/1163045116353085786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/1163045116353085786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-i-was-6-again.html' title='i wish i was 3 again (so i can be like quinn sullivan)'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-2630636440597672573</id><published>2009-01-19T00:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:34:15.962+07:00</updated><title type='text'>explosions in the sky</title><content type='html'>there's explosions in the sky&lt;br /&gt;little baby don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;cos everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;people live and then they die&lt;br /&gt;so there's no need for us to cry&lt;br /&gt;just be strong and don't let the spirit die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe now we are the lovers&lt;br /&gt;in this world that loves to hate&lt;br /&gt;maybe now we are the hated&lt;br /&gt;in return for the love we gave&lt;br /&gt;it's okay for us to be strange&lt;br /&gt;let us pave the way for change&lt;br /&gt;yeah let us pave the way for change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't let them bring you down&lt;br /&gt;don't let them take your crown&lt;br /&gt;defend it even if you have drown&lt;br /&gt;just don't let them take our crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someday this will all end&lt;br /&gt;no more explosions in the sky&lt;br /&gt;only the truth will shine&lt;br /&gt;only then can we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, love prevails,&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-2630636440597672573?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/2630636440597672573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=2630636440597672573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/2630636440597672573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/2630636440597672573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2009/01/explosions-in-sky.html' title='explosions in the sky'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-2101969606249402072</id><published>2009-01-14T23:58:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:19:31.555+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Opressors!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>there will be time for heroes&lt;br /&gt;there will be time for revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oppressors&lt;br /&gt;don't you know&lt;br /&gt;that your time time will come&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna pay&lt;br /&gt;for all the crimes you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well someday you will see&lt;br /&gt;that someday you will fall&lt;br /&gt;because there is a power&lt;br /&gt;mightier than you or me&lt;br /&gt;He is the Power&lt;br /&gt;The Almighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on go on&lt;br /&gt;go throw your bullets and guns&lt;br /&gt;have fun while you still have the chance&lt;br /&gt;for the day will come&lt;br /&gt;yes the time will come&lt;br /&gt;we will rise like fire in the sky&lt;br /&gt;and we'll strike fear in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;make you pay for your crimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because someday you will see&lt;br /&gt;that someday you will fall&lt;br /&gt;because there is a power&lt;br /&gt;mightier than you or me&lt;br /&gt;He is the Power&lt;br /&gt;The Almighty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so brothers and sisters&lt;br /&gt;hold our hearts together&lt;br /&gt;put faith in the Power&lt;br /&gt;for He knows everything&lt;br /&gt;and His words are always true&lt;br /&gt;there will be light&lt;br /&gt;for me and you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-2101969606249402072?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/2101969606249402072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=2101969606249402072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/2101969606249402072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/2101969606249402072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-opressors.html' title='Oh Opressors!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-4951443185410599225</id><published>2009-01-07T06:27:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:57:32.819+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad weather</title><content type='html'>woke up with blisters in my heart&lt;br /&gt;we were close before we grew apart&lt;br /&gt;how could we ever got to this part?&lt;br /&gt;or was it even wrong from the start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those times when it felt like a dream&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful its almost unreal&lt;br /&gt;am i asking too much from you&lt;br /&gt;after i gave my all for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i say,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just bad weather&lt;br /&gt;when the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;it will all get better&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just bad weather&lt;br /&gt;just let it flow&lt;br /&gt;you'll make it all go, away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i can never hear you say&lt;br /&gt;those words i gave away&lt;br /&gt;so often and so cheap&lt;br /&gt;those promises you never keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not always easy&lt;br /&gt;to be what you can't be&lt;br /&gt;but know that i'm always here&lt;br /&gt;hoping that someday you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i say,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just bad weather&lt;br /&gt;when the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;it will all get better&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just bad weather&lt;br /&gt;just let it flow&lt;br /&gt;you'll make it all go, away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those three words you never say&lt;br /&gt;you'll never make me go away&lt;br /&gt;holding on to the memories&lt;br /&gt;i will stay&lt;br /&gt;wating for the day&lt;br /&gt;i know you will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because maybe it's just bad weather&lt;br /&gt;when the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;it will all get better&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just bad weather&lt;br /&gt;just let it flow&lt;br /&gt;you'll make it all go, away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-4951443185410599225?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/4951443185410599225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=4951443185410599225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/4951443185410599225'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>the year 2008 in photos</title><content type='html'>link yg menarik, cek it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/12/the_year_2008_in_photographs_p.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-7163731178518917562?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7163731178518917562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=7163731178518917562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/7163731178518917562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/7163731178518917562'/><link 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having a choice than having to choose and end up making the wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong choices.i have made many.one of them i have made recently was deciding to choose to eat penyet at cak gendut karang menjangan.i could have opted for other penyets.but i chose cak gendut due to other penyets over crowdedness.so off we(nadhirah and i) walked to cak gendut.and we ate.and we discovered that the sambal tasted funny.masam.dah basi.but i already ate about a tonne of it.it was actually nadhirah who realized the basiness of the sambal.me, sorry to say, i am a pig of an eater, i will eat everything in my path, even sambal basi without realising it's basi until someone tells me that its basi.to make it short, the next day (hari ahad minggu lalu)  as i woke up, and as a result of eating the sambal penyet basi farkenness ''cak gendut mmg gendut aku nak bom kau satu hari nanti ade ke pegi serve sambal basi takde otak ke kau cak gendut oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'' (emosi), there was a storm churning in my fucken gut. a storm who goes by the name of cirit-birit, diarrhea, mencret dan lain2 yang menggambarkan keadaan yang mane kite harus ke toilet 8juta kali setiap jam.yes, i got diarrhea.talk about bad timing.(nadhirahku juga turut diserang,cian hawwak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad timing.yepp.dah la besok start minggu exam.aku diare pulak.beaaaauuuuuutiful.but as an optimistic fool of a person, i hoped that it would only last for one day.i hoped.but sometimes there are somethings that you can never control.the 'storm' lasted for 4 days and 3 nights.oh the pain.my exams.i didn't study at all.i can't.i was weak.most of my time was spent going in out of the toiliet.vomiting also was not a pleasant experience.i cursed cak gendut (salah sendiri jgk,sape suruh makan kat tempat aneh2,). i tried to study but i fell asleep, i was so weak, i only woke up to go to the toilet.sangat2 menyeksakan.berjuta ubat telah ku telan,namun tiada efek,berbungkus2 oralit telah ku minum namun aku tetap saje penat.haih.and at the exam hall, i cant focus on the papers because of the storm in my gut.adoiii.and exam aku pon hancus, sumer paper sepanjang isnin,selasa,dan rabu hancur sumernyeee.arghhhhh, damn you cak gendut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as of thursday morning.im all better.(bagus betul ko diare ek,dah cuti baru nak baik,aduhh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling when i went to the toilet for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was an utter bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i gave all my efforts to empty my coffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel that i am full again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it came out hard but it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. best betul dapat berak normal!!!&lt;br /&gt;(sorry tak tau nak cakap macamane, tapi aku betul2 bersyukur dapat berak normal balik, legaa..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, after the storm.i have learnt so many lessons.i have learnt to appreciate health.i have learnt to seize the time that i still have.i have learnt to be wise in my choices.and the single most important lesson, that we all should hate cak gendut and his army of sambal masam beracun.bom cak gendut!!! yah yah yah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah.yang lepas biarkan berlalu.(but not cak gendut,haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SVRzu-WcXgI/AAAAAAAAADs/3vGYsKBNi9U/s1600-h/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SVRzu-WcXgI/AAAAAAAAADs/3vGYsKBNi9U/s320/610x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283975513660743170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arghhh... mak tak tahan nak berakkkk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-9059713319498124225?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/9059713319498124225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=9059713319498124225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/9059713319498124225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/9059713319498124225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-was-storm.html' title='there was a storm.'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SVRzu-WcXgI/AAAAAAAAADs/3vGYsKBNi9U/s72-c/610x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-6450887268872931029</id><published>2008-12-03T14:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:54:16.287+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my little sister!</title><content type='html'>happy bday pikah sayang&lt;br /&gt;ko dah 16 tahun&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;semoga ko sukses slalu&lt;br /&gt;syg ko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-6450887268872931029?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/6450887268872931029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=6450887268872931029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/6450887268872931029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/6450887268872931029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-little-sister.html' title='my little sister!'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-8731788333578248144</id><published>2008-12-03T14:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:11:02.197+07:00</updated><title type='text'>aku tak suke buat tag. tapi terpokso la.haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aku menjawab tag sebab hawakku suruh.baiklah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is the relationship of you and him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;''i'll be your daddy,your brother,your lover and your little boy,'' (petikan dari lagu Mr.Big - Daddy,Brother,Lover,Little Boy). maksudnye adalah i'll be everything she wants and anyone she needs.i love her without any particular reason.hail hana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards him/her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's the sweetest little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;she's strong and i admire her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;smart and witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;she's a really hardworking person. she knows her goals. and will do anything to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sensitive maybe? but i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. The most memorable things he/she had done for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;entahla.byk sangat. but there was a couple of times, when i have my hands on too many things, she helped me with that. even when she's busy. and she's willing to embrace me with all my imperfectness. hail hana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The most memorable things he/she have said to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyday she will never forget to tell me those magic words and how much i mean to her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If he/she become your lover, you will…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;be her lover.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. If he/she become your enemy, you will…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;seduce or should i say persuade her to being allies again.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, he has to improve his/her...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;cooking skills, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, the reason is…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;we are in a play where i'm james bond and she's the sexy female villain.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do on him/her is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;make her heart burst. be her guiding light. be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. The overall impression of him/her is…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;''die ni hensem betul la, dah la pakai topi mase kat pizza birthday yana hari tu, fuiyoo!'' lebih kurang macam tu  la gamaknye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;moderate, tergopoh gapah, quality than quantity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;tergopoh gapah, wrong timing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. The most ideal person that you wanna be is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;the ideal me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. For the people who likes you, say something about them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i want u guys to make this tag tu. tapi tukar, him yang dimaksudkan di sini adalah saye. haha. padan muke korang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Ten people to tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;pak din drebar teksi kuning batu pahat dengan ucapan '' wei pak din! utang bayar bulan depan ye!''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;din beramboi dengan ucapan '' din ko hensem la, aku suke majalah ujang!''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rahim ma'arop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rahim kajai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;brahim's rempah rendang instan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;rahim wanita. lho koq?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mak aku dengan ucapan ''mak buat la blog, boleh kite saling mengetag!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ajis ( sape ajis?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;najis ajis (sape ajis? die ade najis ke?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;najis adik ajis (adik ajis boleh menajis? pelik bin ajais!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Who is no. 2 having a relationship with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;haha. din beramboi dengan lady d kot. yang dalam majalah ujang tu. tak pon die single lagi kot. hensem sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Is no. 3 a male or a female?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;male semale-male nya.male ye bukan e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. If no. 7 and no. 10 were together, would it be a good thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;eh aku sepak kang org buat tag ni. kuang ajo btol. mak sorry mak. i labiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. How about no.5 and no.8?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;boleh2. no 5 masuk perot no 8. aku pon nak sikit. boleh tak ajis? janganla kedekut. pastu setelah di proses dalam no 8, no 5 pon jadi la no 9. canggih siot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What is no. 1 studying about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;buku panduan mngambil ujian lesen L kot. tak penah pass sebab ujian zaman skrang pakai kompiuter, pak din belum cinta IT. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Is no. 4 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ntahla. cube la check status die kat friendster. dah tau bagitau aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Say something about no. 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;       haha. try search kay wikipedia. uterus. tgk ape kata die. dah tau wat la post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian terima kasih.sori if adae menyinggung pihak2 tertentu.semuanya fiksi2 belaka.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-8731788333578248144?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/8731788333578248144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=8731788333578248144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8731788333578248144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8731788333578248144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/12/aku-menjawab-tag-sebab-hawakku-suruh.html' title='aku tak suke buat tag. tapi terpokso la.haha'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-1716499735851280001</id><published>2008-11-22T21:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:48:56.038+07:00</updated><title type='text'>cumi = cucah mingkem</title><content type='html'>tak tau la kenape ye,&lt;br /&gt;sejak kebelakangan ini, baru saya sedar&lt;br /&gt;saya kalau tgh kat kelas or termenung or menonton tv or tgh fokus kat sesuatu,&lt;br /&gt;pasti mulut sy akan ternganga,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memalukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahla byk kali kantoi dgn budak2 kelas yang indonesian.&lt;br /&gt;girls pulak tu. (hawwakku jangan mare, org lelaki tak kisah kalau member die menganga,huhu)&lt;br /&gt;kalau aku tgh syok termenung tuggu dosen datang.&lt;br /&gt;mesti tetibe org panggil.&lt;br /&gt;''acap!'' (sambil buat gaye tutup mulut) atau mereka akan berkata ''mingkem!''&lt;br /&gt;pastu saya akan menganga lagi lebih besar hasrat untuk mencover malu.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu pikir2 balik.&lt;br /&gt;bukan mereka je yang notice.&lt;br /&gt;manusia fanatik patung dolphin comel arina pon sering menegur kenngangaan mulutku ini.&lt;br /&gt;haih.&lt;br /&gt;memalukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetapi,&lt;br /&gt;kalau dengan hawwakku pasti tidak akan menganga.&lt;br /&gt;sy juga heran.&lt;br /&gt;ataupun hawwakku tak sanggup menegur?&lt;br /&gt;entah la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetapi lagi, (kalau tak nak tetapi, tetapir pon boleh, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*dengan hasrat untuk membuat kelakar&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saya tetap berterima kaseh kepada mereka yang telah menegur.&lt;br /&gt;kalau tidak mungkin sudah berekor-ekor lalat maupun lipas yang telah mendirikan taman perumahan di dalam mulutku.&lt;br /&gt;arigato gozaimas wahai sang-sang anti-cumi.&lt;br /&gt;jasamu sentiasa ku kenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end , love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-1716499735851280001?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/1716499735851280001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=1716499735851280001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/1716499735851280001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/1716499735851280001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/11/cumi-cucah-mingkem.html' title='cumi = cucah mingkem'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-7979075035254141548</id><published>2008-11-19T16:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T05:05:06.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kpd awak yg mencantikkan hidup sy</title><content type='html'>kpd awk yg mencantikkan hidup sy&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih&lt;br /&gt;syg hawwak&lt;br /&gt;thanks bg baju raye for me&lt;br /&gt;sweet sgt&lt;br /&gt;ei sweet gle&lt;br /&gt;love u thru the ages&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-7979075035254141548?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7979075035254141548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=7979075035254141548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/7979075035254141548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/7979075035254141548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/11/kpd-awak-yg-memcantikkan-hidup-sy.html' title='kpd awak yg mencantikkan hidup sy'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-5052566765044563364</id><published>2008-11-15T21:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:34:19.565+07:00</updated><title type='text'>back stabber knife twister</title><content type='html'>you facilitate the lies&lt;br /&gt;in the eyes of the masses&lt;br /&gt;but you're a fool dressed as king&lt;br /&gt;you generate the hate&lt;br /&gt;in the heart of the masses&lt;br /&gt;but you're a coward with a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you're sitting on a porcelain throne&lt;br /&gt;just a crack will send you back&lt;br /&gt;sending you down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos you're a back stabber knife twister whoaaa (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when karma has spoken&lt;br /&gt;your lies will be broken&lt;br /&gt;just the truth will prevail&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll try to strike with no avail&lt;br /&gt;i know that you will fail&lt;br /&gt;yes i pray that you fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when you're sitting on a porcelain throne&lt;br /&gt;just a crack will send you back&lt;br /&gt;sending you down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos you're a back stabber knife twister whoaaa (4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: acap elmiza yang sedang mencube2 menulis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-5052566765044563364?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/5052566765044563364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=5052566765044563364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/5052566765044563364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/5052566765044563364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-stabber-knife-twister.html' title='back stabber knife twister'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-4624122733710331921</id><published>2008-10-08T16:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:10:26.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny craps</title><content type='html'>some funny videos i got from you tube. go on. laugh your arse off. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the italian man who went to malta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1TnzCiUSI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1TnzCiUSI0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no pork at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdguyMJprsA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdguyMJprsA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-4624122733710331921?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/4624122733710331921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=4624122733710331921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/4624122733710331921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/4624122733710331921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-craps.html' title='funny craps'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-4383728553706885908</id><published>2008-09-30T18:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:47:36.815+07:00</updated><title type='text'>raya is here but i'm not there ( at home )</title><content type='html'>waduh. waduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days time seems to travel at a pace which can cause neck breaks. sheetsamagic. i blink blink. already a month of fasting. and now it's already hari raya. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually a little excited about this year's hari raya. but not the normal euphoric im so happy i'm gonna go faint kind of excitement. nope. it's none of that. im exicitingly unexcited. i'm not saying that i'm not happy. i'm happy,for one reason that i'm still alive and i got through fasting month quite well. it's just that this year i'm not going to celebrate raya with my family. and this happens to be the first. i've never been away from home (it's where my heart is, which is not in hot hot surabaya) on hari raya. hence the excitingly unexcitedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waduh. waduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that makes raya at home the best is the fact that i'm surrounded with people that knows me best. people that i'm willing to give up my vital organs for. people that i happen to love and be loved back. my family. nothing compares to the happiness and calmness that you get by being at home with mom and dad and brothers and sisters on raya morning. the togetherness is sheer beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much you pay for a meal at the most expensive restaurant, it will always remain a fact for me that home is you get the best food. especially the food that mom and aunties and uncles and cousins cooked together on the eve of raya at granma's house. ketupat, rendang, kuih lopes cicah air gula melaka, sambal kacang, dodol, wajik, serunding bla bla, you name it. we got it.&lt;br /&gt;it seems that this year i'm going to miss all that. sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waduh. waduh.&lt;br /&gt;but all in all. i'm not sad. why? i don't know. maybe because i personally view this as a test of endurance.haha. endurance la sgt. mcm aku sorang je tak balik kampung. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe some of you are wondering why the hell on heaven aku tak balik kampung kali ni. blame airasia. tiket mahal sangat. my mom kate duduk je kat surabaya. study. haha. and also because of the length of the holiday is too short ( 1 week je, tak sempat buat pape dah habis cuti, baik tak payah btol x?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okla, enough with the sentimental stuff. i think i'm going to be fine. with a little help from my friends and my jantungmaniswanita, im going to be fine. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhir kata.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;selamat hari raya maaf zahir batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**btw, taun nie, tambah kurang family aku yg beraya kat kampung, abg. aja beraye kat maldives (seorang chef yg berjaya), aku plak beraya kat indon (seorang mahasiswa yang nyawa2 ikan), juge akan berkurang lah bajet makcik2 aku untuk duit raye, suke la diorang tu, dapat saving taun ni.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-4383728553706885908?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/4383728553706885908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=4383728553706885908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/4383728553706885908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/4383728553706885908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/09/raya-is-here-but-im-not-there-at-home.html' title='raya is here but i&apos;m not there ( at home )'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-7852296374230595942</id><published>2008-09-22T19:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:33:19.613+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kerepotan kulit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;OH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tak kusangka dah hampir  4 tahun dah aku belajar kat indon ni.&lt;br /&gt;4 tahun. 1 year pre-u kat bandung and 3 years in surabaya studying pharmacy. one year left to go insya-allah amin.huhu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan sebagai orang yang dah lama di indonesia ni, sudah menjadi kewajiban untuk saya berkongsi about the differences that  i noticed in the language, i mean, between bahasa melayu and bahasa indonesia,  about some words that have the same sound but different meaning altogether, haha, mende la aku merepek ni,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sebenarnye dah takde idea sgt nak buat post, im posting for the sake of posting, not that im a postman, no, im just a poster, no no, not a poster on the wall, but a poster who post posts on a four-poster bed, wtf? haha, merepek lagi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, lurus ke sasaran la (straight to the point, direct translation,haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some words, like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; seronok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; in bahasa melayu maksud die suka, happy, bahagia, gembira, dan perasaan yang sewaktu dengannya lah kan,&lt;br /&gt;but in bahasa indonesia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;seronok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; means, suka, bahagia, happy etc. too, but in a pervertish kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example. in bahasa malaysia, one might ask '' bagaimana kadir, seronok permainan bolanya?''&lt;br /&gt;and one might answer ''seronok!'' to express his/her happyness.&lt;br /&gt;but in bahasa indonesia, one might use seronok like this ''bagaimana kadir, seronok permainan bolanya?'' and one might think of a different ball game, not the game of 11 men chasing one ball, but a game of balls.magnificient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another word that i notice that also possess this kind of quality,( haha, gile la! ayat macam dalam buku farmakologi katzung la, eh, aku sebut name buku la, ajaib!) is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;repot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;if in bahasa malaysia pasar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;repot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; means to report, atau melaporkan.&lt;br /&gt;but in bahasa indonesia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;repot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; means susah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence in bahasa malaysia, one might say, ''wahai kadir, berani kau menampar lututku, akn ku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;repot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ke ibu ku, waaaa~ (nangis~)'', dengan maksud untuk melaporkan perbuatan kadir ke ibunya.&lt;br /&gt;unlikewise (perosak bahasa inggeris, haha), in bahasa indonesia one might say '' wahai kadir. beraninya kamu menapar lututku, akan ku repot ke ibu ku, waaa~''. mesej yang tersampai adalah dia akan susah ke ibunya gara2 kadir telah menampar lututnya.merepek sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan jika kata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;repot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; itu sendiri ditambah imbuhan awalan dan akhiran ''ke-an'' maksud yang berbeda/berbeza akan tersampaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contoh. ''akibat ditampar majidi, muka husaini mengalami kerepotan kulit,''. dan di sini mesej yang tersampai adalah kulit husaini jadi kerepot kerana ditampar majidi.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau dalam bahasa indonesia, yang difahami adalah, husaini mengalami kesusahan kulit akibat tamparan majidi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seterusnya adalah tiada lagi. bukan. bukan tiada lagi. bukan kata2 tiada lagi yang kumaksudkan , melainkan sudah tiada lagi kata2 yang ingin ku sampaikan. laa... bengong betulla kalian ini, bukan kata2 sudah tiada lagi. tapi tiada lagi. sudah habis. laaa, tak pham bahase betulla beruk ni, dah habis. aku dah takde idea nak tulis ape ni. pahe dok? (pahe as in paham, bukan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minggu depan raye.&lt;br /&gt;yeaaay!  and not yeaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay because raye la, sape tak suke.&lt;br /&gt;not yeay because tak balik raye.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian sajela post yang lahir dari kepale ku yang bengong ini.&lt;br /&gt;muchas gracias adios amigos pelontos (bahasa indonesia untuk botak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-7852296374230595942?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7852296374230595942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=7852296374230595942' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/7852296374230595942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/7852296374230595942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/09/kerepotan-kulit.html' title='kerepotan kulit'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-6006066698234646226</id><published>2008-09-20T01:04:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:07:21.664+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick song.</title><content type='html'>ERIC CLAPTON - Cocaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qYS732zyYfU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qYS732zyYfU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menganga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-6006066698234646226?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/6006066698234646226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=6006066698234646226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/6006066698234646226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/6006066698234646226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick-song_19.html' title='sick song.'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-3775450621925373103</id><published>2008-09-16T10:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:49:56.801+07:00</updated><title type='text'>IM ALWAYS LATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; biar lambat asal selamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat tu selamat la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi selamat ke kalau lambat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah banyak kali aku miss klas pasal bgn lambat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cet cet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelas pukul 7 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pukul 7 pagi baru bangon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siap2 secepat mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai kampus pukul 7.14 pagi, tgk pintu ruangan lecture dah tutup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah ade lecturer dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malu nak masuk,takot kene sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelas pukul 9 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pukul 9 pagi baru bangon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih. berulang kisah 7 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kene berubah ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah 3 weeks kuliah bermula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belum ade lagi week yang aku penuh pegi lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lebih-lebih lagi lecture pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;set kan hati set kan minda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan jangan lupe set alarm clock skali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasti bisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bisa ular sawa.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-3775450621925373103?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/3775450621925373103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=3775450621925373103' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/3775450621925373103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/3775450621925373103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-always-late.html' title='IM ALWAYS LATE'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-2398692646420886404</id><published>2008-09-13T18:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:36:58.101+07:00</updated><title type='text'>berlakunya tahi (shit happens)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SMvIH-JvNJI/AAAAAAAAACA/KBI6cxyLXCY/s1600-h/shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SMvIH-JvNJI/AAAAAAAAACA/KBI6cxyLXCY/s320/shit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245506230271554706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit happens. at shitty times. list of some shitty things that have happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 1st day of ospek '08(newbies orientation) - im alone in the middle of nowhere in surabaya at 3 in the morning and im out of gas.after quite a long search,managed to find a petrol station.tried to open the seat of my super cool macam nak roboh 18 year old honda motorcycle to access the gas tank.tak boleh bukak.sebab die punye locking mechanism dah jammed.tak boleh isi minyak.how to go home? nak tak nak knela bertukang kejap sorang2 kat stesen minyak tu. haih. ''mas, ada obeng (screwdriver) gak?'' so i asked the worker. after about one and a half hour of mencungkil dan merosakkan motor sendiri, i managed to get access to the gas tank by detaching the seat of my bike.nasib baik ada obeng.kalau tak berkhemah la aku kat stesen minyak malam tu.haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 2nd day of ospek (mmg malang betul nasib aku hujung minggu tu, entahla labuu..) the next day after the stesen minyak incident, i went to ospek again.sebab tak tau nak wat ape kat bilik.i decided to go by angkot(a form of public transport here in indonesia, a modified minivan) sebab aku merajuk with my bike, tak nak bawak die lagi.hahaha, and of course because i can't precisely remember the road to get to the venue (one of my many flaws, aku susah nak ingat jalan.haih.).so aku pon tahan la sebijik angkot wk, (pahadal sebelum tu dah berapa kali nad cakap naik angkot w, amendela aku nih.) tanye kat si drebar angkot tu, ''mas, ini bisa ke gwk(nama landmark nak ke venue ospek) gak?'' he said ''yahuuuuuuu!!!''( actually he just said ''yes'', takde kejer drebar angkut nak jerit2). dalam angkut tu dah la mcam sardin.di sela2 kesardinan itu aku menoleh ke luar jendela. lain macam je jalan die. aku sesat. konfem. tapi tadi si drebar tu cakap pegi gwk. ataupun die pekak, die ingat aku tanye die ''mas ini angkut wk?'', tu la pasal die cakap ye. haih. aku terus berhenti setelah hampir sejam jadi sardin.punye la lame aku nak sedar aku sesat. last2 pegi naik teksi je. kambing betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. aku penah bakar rumah aku waktu aku kecik2 dulu.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. pecahkan skrin laptop oki.dengan tidak sengaja ok. tersenggol sikit je. skrin langsung pecah dgn ekstrim. sangat shit. kene ganti laptop baru. punah harapan nak beli hp baru.huhu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. this one time, waktu aku tgh nak parking kat tempat parking kampus, aku terpress minyak motor yang dalam position 1st gear. terlanggar motor kat depan aku, motor die masuk longkang besar. bahagian depan jela. nasib baik bukan the whole freaking bike. kalau tak karam la moto tu di dasar longkang.haha. n nasib baik takde kerosakan di motor tersebut, cume mudguard die pecah sket yang menurut sang pemilik motor mmg dah sedia pecah. im so goddamn lucky.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. on a bus, kl-bp journey - tiket banyak dah habis.sbb beli on the spot before balik.so i had to go on this crappy bus. just a few people on board.nak dijadikan kisah adela sorang pakcik tue pembohong ni.tgh sedap2 aku melayan blues sorang2. tibe2 die duduk kat seat seberang aku. borak2. he seemed kinda nice at first. and interesting. sebab die nampak macam slekeh a.k.a mcm traveler yg wise, haha. and i liked his shoes. the kind of shoes that you won't find in malls. a pair of leather boots. ragged and dirty. haha. tibeh je. okla mule2 die borak2 la. antara yang aku paling ingat die cakap kalau aku tinggal kat asrama mesti aku jadik mangse orang2 gay. aku gelak2 jela. padahal dalam hati dah menyumpah2 dah pakcik tu. ok2. nak dijadikan cerita. die tetiba puji2 jam tgn aku. (jam swatch murah je, tapi time tu bagi aku yang masih muda belia, rm250 tu mahal ok,) die suruh aku bukak. die nak usha. aku mule2 tak nak bagi la. tapi die dok merayu2. aku pon termakan pujukannya dan jatuh ke rangkulannya.haha. ok2, pastu aku pon bagila die tgk. die cakap jam tu gempak la, berat la, ori la, ape kejadah lagi ntah. aku pon ye kan je la. die tanye harga, aku cakap org bg. pastu die bg jam tu balik kat aku. dan meninggalkan aku.kejap je la.tak lama kemudian die dtg balik.die mintak lagi jam aku.aku pon bagi(buduh btol la,huhu) ckp die nak pinjam jam aku.aku ckp tak nak la.pastu tibe2 die bg aku cincin emas, suruh bagi kat mak. aku ckp taknak la. die ckp die nak tukar cincin tu dgn jam aku. die kate die nak pinjam jam tu kejap je. cincin tu sbg cagaran. die ckp kalau aku nak balik jam aku, dtg je stesen bas petang2, die ade. die pinjam kejap je jam tu. aku pon termakan pujukan die. after a week aku pon pegi la cari die kat stesen bas. tak jmpe. a few weeks after that.cari lagi die.no sign of him. aku pon malas dah nak layan die, aku pon jual la cincin tu kat kedai emas. dapat rm150 je. haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**tu jelah antara kisah menarik hidupku ini.haha.moral of the story berhati2lah dan selalu lah berfikir sebelum bertindak.jangan jadi macam diriku ini yang sangat hanky panky dory tergopoh tergapah terpapah papah. haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mbekkkkkkkk mbeekkkk mbekkk kambingku bernyanyi~ (dengan irama lagu kereta kecilku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw ade bad news, ari tu aku pegi kedai gitar, dengan harapan untuk mentry si merah gitar epiphone impian ku, (thanks to miss hird krn memberi saran hari itu,hehe) , tapi ternyata gitar tersebut, mengalami kerosakan. neck pick-up die tak berfungsi. aku kecewa.haha. so aku pon skrg dah bertukar target gitar nak beli. gitar murah je. it's either squire of cort. i think im goin for cort. sbb die lagi murah but the quality is better, according to the mas at the shop. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, all is good. enjoy life. fasting makes things go faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end , love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-2398692646420886404?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/2398692646420886404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=2398692646420886404' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/2398692646420886404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/2398692646420886404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/09/berlakunya-tahi-shit-happens.html' title='berlakunya tahi (shit happens)'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SMvIH-JvNJI/AAAAAAAAACA/KBI6cxyLXCY/s72-c/shit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-3925637594650712410</id><published>2008-09-06T22:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:50:44.757+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMPAH PANAS BANGAT</title><content type='html'>surabaya.oh surabaya.your suns stings my skin.im afraid to go out.i fear of ruining my complexion.hahaha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumpah, surabaya semakin lame semakin panas.giler.kol 10pg suhu dah mencapai 45 darjah celcius (kat termometer rosak la,haha) tapi pokoknya mmg panas cam bontot anjing la.kadang2 (selalu kot?haha) nak kuar pegi kuliah pon malas.kan best kalau ade jalan berbumbung dari rumah aku pergi kampus.mesti aku bertambah rajin pegi kelas (yakin ke kamu akn rajin asyraf?).hahaha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah la puase,  *cobaan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh selamat berpuasa! belum wish lagi. semoga ramadan kali ini membawa berkah ke kehidupan kite, amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermm.. pasal besday party aku, yang dah lame aku cakap ak cerita. haaa.. hari tu, nadhirah with some help from her friends, telah berjaya membuat besday party untuk aku di pizza hut galaxy.hehe, thanks to sumer yang datang. tak penah org wat besday perty sy, time kecik2 penah la. huhu. erharu sgt2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat adiah, alrm clock from ezy n huda, fren bg cactus yg ganas dan berduri (i named 'em bronco spikus, yeah!), pastu dapat soft toys from oki n teah n syamir. thanks sumer.tak penah dapat byk present mcm ni seumur hidupku.daku amat berterima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks hana hird for making all this happen. love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw as on today, we're 1 year and 3months and counting on and on.hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you because of who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end,love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-3925637594650712410?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/3925637594650712410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=3925637594650712410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/3925637594650712410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/3925637594650712410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/09/sumpah-panas-bangat.html' title='SUMPAH PANAS BANGAT'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-9011307181644542652</id><published>2008-08-27T15:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:12:59.784+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERIC CLAPTON YANG DEWA</title><content type='html'>eric clapton.is eric clapton.second to none.&lt;br /&gt;check out the solo on 2.57, berdiri bulu kuduk aku,haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERIC CLAPTON- Layla (Live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2sfelvHAlU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D2sfelvHAlU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah. hebat. (TERNGANGA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,blog ak dah ade sedikit pertambahan, ade links to other bloggers, ade hit counter and ade indicator viewers yg tgh view blog ni, best la.&lt;br /&gt;nad yang buatkan.hehe.thanks awak! really appreciate it.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.ok la,&lt;br /&gt;nanti nak post lagi. nak cite pasal surprise bday party aku yang best itu.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to hana and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end , love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-9011307181644542652?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/9011307181644542652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=9011307181644542652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/9011307181644542652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/9011307181644542652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/08/eric-clapton-yang-dewa.html' title='ERIC CLAPTON YANG DEWA'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-1339038025298376814</id><published>2008-08-24T15:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:36:24.148+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I GOT A LEGACY ACOUSTIC GUITAR!!</title><content type='html'>hari tu besday saye, pastu oki belikan sy soft toy bentuk bola sepak yang besar gile, dah hepi dah time tu, hehehe, dah lame dah besday sy tak dapat hadiah dri member,huhu.&lt;br /&gt;n last year hanahird gave me a pair of la coste shoes, i love it, but it was a lil big, tu ponn sbb sy salah pilih saiz,huhu, sori baby,!&lt;br /&gt;but this year, im sooo happy!&lt;br /&gt;i got a new guitar!&lt;br /&gt;oh, hepi sgt2!&lt;br /&gt;gedik gle,haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone special gave it to me!&lt;br /&gt;my hana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best2 dapat gitar baru,,&lt;br /&gt;like a dream come true, im soo heppi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;euphoriaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;im gonna rule the world with it, hehehe,,&lt;br /&gt;melebih plak,haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gona take care of it btol2, i pomis.&lt;br /&gt;syg hana anyak2&lt;br /&gt;hahaha,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok2, nak cite pasal gitar tu,&lt;br /&gt;it's a made in china guitar,&lt;br /&gt;it sounds good, bright with a reasonable resonance,&lt;br /&gt;it has no cut aways, (bentuk gitar standard je,)&lt;br /&gt;i like it!&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh, the colour is light brown, really light brown, whitish brown,&lt;br /&gt;cume strings die kurang best, the strings are a bit rusty, maybe due to being displayed too long,&lt;br /&gt;its okay, gonna change the strings,&lt;br /&gt;all in all, best nye dapat gitar!!&lt;br /&gt;thanks awak!&lt;br /&gt;oh hepinye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-1339038025298376814?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/1339038025298376814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=1339038025298376814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/1339038025298376814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/1339038025298376814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-legacy-acoustic-guitar.html' title='I GOT A LEGACY ACOUSTIC GUITAR!!'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-2683127244891736175</id><published>2008-08-21T11:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:39:20.837+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAHASISWA MALAYSIA DIPANCUNG TEMAN SENDIRI **some parts of this post contain violence and gore, read with your own risk.</title><content type='html'>SURABAYA, 19 OGOS - sari berita terkini.seorang mahasiswa malaysia yang macho dan karismatik dijumpai tidak berhelmet kerana helmetnya dipancung teman sendiri. hehehe, joking2. mesti dah cuak kan bace title post ni, hahaha. kene tipu! korang kene tipu! wohooooo!!!! hehehe. sebenarnya, aku adela satu mende nak cite ni. pasal kebodohan diriku jugak. huhu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camni cite die,(pendek je cite ni, tak panjang pon, gerenti tak penat bace,huhu)&lt;br /&gt;ok, camni2,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu hari tu (19 Ogos 2008), aku pegi la umah si ismail dan rakan2 untuk study for tomorrow's (20 Ogos 2008) paper, mikrobiologi n parasitologi.so nak dijadikan cerita, sesampainye dirumah ismail, diriku disambut hangat (cheh! perasan tol) oleh suara merdu bak penyanyi hindustan milik thilagamalar a.k.a thila. aku pon heran la kenape die semangat sangat panggil2 aku. rupe2nye aku baru teringat yang die nak mintak tolong aku setting balik MP3 player Sony die, sbb dulu pon aku ade model yg mcm die punye. Oh, karena itu la die begitu hangat menyambut diriku ini. ingatkan die kagum dengan kemachoan aku yang berlipat ganda sejak kebelakangan ini.tibeh je.haha, ok ok ok, so lebih kurang camni la dialog nye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf : eh thila watpe kat sini?&lt;br /&gt;Thila   : oh wat proposal PBL. acap, ni ha mp3 player nye, tlg ek. (menghulurkan mp3 tersebut)&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf: oh terima kasih. (amik mp3 dengan macho nye, dengan pantas tanpa bertanya ape2 disebabkan kekonfidenan yang melampau, aku langsung memformat mp3 itu.)&lt;br /&gt;Thila   : (muke terkejut macam baru lepas kene sepak 70kali tanpa warning dari sebarang arah pon), acap, u format ke?&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf: (masih belum menyedari ape yang telah dilakukan oleh dirinya) kenapa thila? ni dah ok ni, boleh main lagu nanti,&lt;br /&gt;Thila   : ......................&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf: (dalam hati,''pesal minah ni?, tadi suruh aku repair, dah repair bkn nye heppi, malah kok diam je,'')  kenape ni thila?&lt;br /&gt;Thila  : (terus menghala ke sofa, duduk terdiam) ........&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf: (baru menyedari kerosakan yang telah dilakukan) oh my god!!!! proposal you ke dalam td? oh noooooo! i killed my brotherrr!(saje2 tambah, bg dramatik sket,hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dalam satu detik, usaha thila selama berminggu2 pon lenyap kerana kegopohan aku.hahaha.fyi thila langsung takde wat back-up copy utk kerja die tu, appa daaa.nasib baik before tu amir ade tolong edit die punye proposal tu dalam laptop die n amir sempat save.nasib baik btol.kalau tak mesti besoknye kua berita kat Jawa Pos ''MAHASISWA MALAYSIA DIPANCUNG TEMAN SENDIRI''. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu aku pon minta maaf la thila.aku cakap kat die, if u need anything, call je.aku sanggup jadi hamba ko lima bulan berturut2.huhu.rase bersalah gile aku time tu.hahaha.haih.nasib baik btol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral: jangan terlalu menggelabah kalau ingin menformat sesuatu, tanye dulu sebelum beraksi.haha.'n buat lah back-up copy for all your important stuffs, siape tau bile2 je bende mcm&lt;br /&gt;ni boleh terjadi,huhu, klaka2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok adios amigos terabos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end,love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-2683127244891736175?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/2683127244891736175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=2683127244891736175' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/2683127244891736175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/2683127244891736175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/08/mahasiswa-malaysia-dipancung-teman.html' title='MAHASISWA MALAYSIA DIPANCUNG TEMAN SENDIRI **some parts of this post contain violence and gore, read with your own risk.'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-5171480577042545947</id><published>2008-08-21T09:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:12:26.791+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday wishlist, haha</title><content type='html'>Disebabkan semalam adalah birthday sy yang ke 21, sy akan menyenaraikan bende yg sy nak for my birthday, my wishlist org puteh kate,, huhu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.aku mau sebijik gitar karen Gibson 1960's L6-S, tapi gitar ni dah x dibuat lagi (stopped production), aku suke gitar ni sebab johnny borrell razorlight pakai gitar ni,hahaha.selain itu bentuk die macam les paul, tapi die bukan les paul.lagi kenape aku suke gitar ni sebab die seksi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SKzVGcWQd1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/7dOcZVEHTOA/s1600-h/436583.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SKzQh9kgV-I/AAAAAAAAABw/aKDJqtLiyGI/s1600-h/L6S-santana76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 488px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SKzQh9kgV-I/AAAAAAAAABw/aKDJqtLiyGI/s320/L6S-santana76.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236789748606982114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gibson L6-S punye iklan, dengan carlos santana sbg endorser die.seksi kan.gitar yg seksi ye,bukan carlos santana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. erm.takpun kalau tak dapat Gibson L6-S pon tak pe la, sebab status vintagenye itu mungkin menyebabkan susah nak jumpe, aku nak gitar murah je la. Epiphone LP Special II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SKzVGcWQd1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/7dOcZVEHTOA/s1600-h/436583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SKzVGcWQd1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/7dOcZVEHTOA/s320/436583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236794773390522194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LP Special II, gitar untuk beginner seperti saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. ermm. ape lagi ek. i want world peace.hehehe.nak sehat dan berazam menjadi orang yang berguna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu jela kot. yang lain2 tu tak banyak je, nak hp baru, nak iPod, tapi kalau dapat 3 mende alah di atas tu alangkah indahnye bday ku ini.hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermmm, ape lagi ek, ermm. ah! aku nak ucap time kasih kat sumer org yang wish, baby Naddy ku, my mom n family, member2, mael, oki, amer, sumer la.huhu.thanks kat oki byk sbb bagi aku soft toy berbentuk bola sepak yang besar itu.aku akan memanfaatkannya oki.jangan kau risau.aku akan berlatih selalu dgn bola itu.hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RINDU HAPPY BLESSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. itu jela kot for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-5171480577042545947?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/5171480577042545947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=5171480577042545947' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/5171480577042545947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/5171480577042545947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-birthday-wishlist-haha.html' title='my birthday wishlist, haha'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SKzQh9kgV-I/AAAAAAAAABw/aKDJqtLiyGI/s72-c/L6S-santana76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-1784683466438092197</id><published>2008-08-21T08:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:10:06.993+07:00</updated><title type='text'>we had everything</title><content type='html'>there was once a time when we had everything&lt;br /&gt;we are the romantic kings and queens&lt;br /&gt;of our own world in our dreams&lt;br /&gt;we had the love we had everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all seems alright and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;the touches were warm and bountiful&lt;br /&gt;oh how we were such fools&lt;br /&gt;for believing in something so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was a crack in our throne&lt;br /&gt;a crack so deep it became a hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;how could lose it&lt;br /&gt;how could we lose everything&lt;br /&gt;when we had everything&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah takde idea dah nak sambung, hahaha,&lt;br /&gt;ape pasal la aku suke sangat tulis bende2 tak berfaedah camni?huhu,&lt;br /&gt;hairan sy,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-1784683466438092197?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/1784683466438092197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=1784683466438092197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/1784683466438092197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/1784683466438092197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-had-everything.html' title='we had everything'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-8659513140623479203</id><published>2008-08-19T21:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:39:41.155+07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my god! esok 20 ogos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;esok 20 ogos!&lt;br /&gt;20 ogos besok!&lt;br /&gt;ogos 20 esok!&lt;br /&gt;keesokan harinya 20 ogos!&lt;br /&gt;hari esok 20 ogos!&lt;br /&gt;besok hari 20 ogos!&lt;br /&gt;keogossan keesokan 20 hari!&lt;br /&gt;berlalu 20 hari dalam ogos besok!&lt;br /&gt;besok 20 ogos!&lt;br /&gt;wah wah wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-8659513140623479203?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/8659513140623479203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=8659513140623479203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8659513140623479203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8659513140623479203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-god-esok-20-ogos.html' title='oh my god! esok 20 ogos!'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-8305387211366719771</id><published>2008-08-19T21:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:33:18.675+07:00</updated><title type='text'>viva la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Viva La Vida"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;      by Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;   I used to rule the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Seas would rise when I gave the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Now in the morning I sleep alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Sweep the streets I used to own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I used to roll the dice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Listen as the crowd would sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; One minute I held the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Next the walls were closed on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I discovered that my castles stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Be my mirror, my sword and shield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For some reason I can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Once you go there was never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Never an honest word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And that was when I ruled the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It was the wicked and wild wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Blew down the doors to let me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Shattered windows and the sound of drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; People couldn't believe what I'd become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Revolutionaries wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For my head on a silver plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Just a puppet on a lonely string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Oh who would ever want to be king?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Be my mirror, my sword and shield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For some reason I can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I know Saint Peter won't call my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Never an honest word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But that was when I ruled the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Be my mirror, my sword and shield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; For some reason I can't explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I know Saint Peter won't call my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Never an honest word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; But that was when I ruled the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song carries a strong message, deep, intense and beautiful.it tells that u can have everything and own all the power in this world, but at the end of the day, it all comes with a hefty price.this song is perfect.i wish i could write something like this.but at the end of the day, the truth remains, im not chris martin.hahaha,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris martin rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*saint peter according to christian belief is the bearer of the key to the ''kingdom of heaven''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan aku adalah seorang muslim dan aku tak percaya semua itu.hahaha, i just appreciate this song for it's universal message.that's it.tq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-8305387211366719771?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/8305387211366719771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=8305387211366719771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8305387211366719771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8305387211366719771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/08/viva-la-vida.html' title='viva la vida'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-8993975080085809639</id><published>2008-08-12T20:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:58:50.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am in a relentless pursuit of boredomness</title><content type='html'>location: karang menjangan 1, surabaya.&lt;br /&gt;mood     : hopeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not much is happening these days&lt;br /&gt;there's not much to do so there's not much to say&lt;br /&gt;staring into a blank television screen&lt;br /&gt;i think of places that i could have been&lt;br /&gt;i think of the chances that i lost&lt;br /&gt;all my hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;but they say, a door opens when another closes&lt;br /&gt;it's okay i'll take my chances&lt;br /&gt;win or lose thats just a part of this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang ni tgh remedials.ujian perbaikan org indonesia kate.repair marks aku yang dapat teruk exam finals aritu.huhu.sape suruh malas blaja kan dah kene balik awal.huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takpe la.its okay asyraf.kamu bisa.pikirkan kamu bisa.kebisaan kamu itu sentiasa membisakan.bisa ular.aduh sakit aku digigit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kah kah kah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tau tak malam hari tu aku busan, takleh tido sbb kunun2 nak stadi la utk exam, tapi bkn stadi pon, berangan je byk,(aku suke berangan kalau duduk sorang2,haha, mat jenin sungguh, seb baik takde pokok klape sgt kat surabaya ni, kalau tak habes dah aku panjat, haha, klaka la aku nih), ok2, sambung cerita. tgh berangan2 aku pon tiba2 ter fikir satu ayat,&lt;br /&gt;  Leon stepped aside, (actualy aku terbace ayat ni kat novel atonement,haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu tetibe ade cam satu melodi dlm kepale ni. aku pon amek pen dan kertas. tulis ayat leon stepped aside tu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu ni la jadinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leon stepped aside, to let him pass through,&lt;br /&gt;and i just stared, just watching him do the things that he do,&lt;br /&gt;'oh,this is not the end,'he said, oh, this is so far away from through,&lt;br /&gt;so brace yourselves my lads, this is going to be bad,&lt;br /&gt;it's going t be bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause what you see ain't what you get,&lt;br /&gt;and the things you lose are the things you never had,&lt;br /&gt;cos now it's time, to get out of your bed,&lt;br /&gt;and right the wrongs, that's inside you head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the sheets are dirty, and the air is hazy,&lt;br /&gt;oh this is what you get, when you forget,&lt;br /&gt;when the minds get lazy, the heads go crazy,&lt;br /&gt;but still there is time, there's still time to rewind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dawn is coming, its early morning,&lt;br /&gt;we forgive and then, we forget,&lt;br /&gt;but time won't heal, no time won't seal,&lt;br /&gt;the things that we lost, and the things that we never had,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause what you see ain't what you get,&lt;br /&gt;and the things you lose are the things you never had,&lt;br /&gt;cos now it's time, to get out of your bed,&lt;br /&gt;and right the wrongs, that's inside you head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;habes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah la ape la yg aku cube sampaikan.haha, pokoknye, sesal dahulu pendapatan sesal kemudian tidak bergune.hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RINDU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-8993975080085809639?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/8993975080085809639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=8993975080085809639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8993975080085809639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8993975080085809639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-in-relentless-pursuit-of.html' title='i am in a relentless pursuit of boredomness'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-5969272883868149574</id><published>2008-07-21T14:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:08:36.603+07:00</updated><title type='text'>unfinished</title><content type='html'>someone took her heart away&lt;br /&gt;and she was left with no soul&lt;br /&gt;she's just a girl all alone&lt;br /&gt;and when she pickup n dialed the phone&lt;br /&gt;there's no dialing tone&lt;br /&gt;maybe what she needs is a microphone&lt;br /&gt;cos she's all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she always thinks of him&lt;br /&gt;like the way she thinks of him&lt;br /&gt;but he never had the things&lt;br /&gt;she wanted from him&lt;br /&gt;she's dizzy from all the running&lt;br /&gt;just dizzy from all the spinning&lt;br /&gt;n she's all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this relationship&lt;br /&gt;what should we call it&lt;br /&gt;this broken sinking ship&lt;br /&gt;can anyone save it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding hands but breaking hearts&lt;br /&gt;this love just tears you apart&lt;br /&gt;everything's perfect and all is fine&lt;br /&gt;but you wonder are you living a lie?&lt;br /&gt;too late to go back and rewind&lt;br /&gt;when you have crossed the line&lt;br /&gt;and you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she always thinks of him&lt;br /&gt;like the way she thinks of him&lt;br /&gt;but he never had the things&lt;br /&gt;she wanted from him&lt;br /&gt;she's dizzy from all the running&lt;br /&gt;just dizzy from all the spinning&lt;br /&gt;n she's all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this relationship&lt;br /&gt;what should we call it&lt;br /&gt;this broken sinking ship&lt;br /&gt;can anyone save it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-5969272883868149574?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/5969272883868149574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=5969272883868149574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/5969272883868149574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/5969272883868149574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/07/unfinished_21.html' title='unfinished'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-368985925366622716</id><published>2008-07-15T22:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:16:32.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'>time passes by like raindrops on empty rooftops</title><content type='html'>morning ray of sun awakens me&lt;br /&gt;a sense of excitement elates me&lt;br /&gt;a new day to the same tragedy&lt;br /&gt;like a broken bone though i feel&lt;br /&gt;but i know this ache is never real&lt;br /&gt;just a test of virtue they say&lt;br /&gt;some time to find a way&lt;br /&gt;to a distance light years away&lt;br /&gt;that the journey seem like a play&lt;br /&gt;and as i look into the sky once blue&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts flew back to you&lt;br /&gt;i think of your pretty eyes of blue&lt;br /&gt;like the once skies of blue&lt;br /&gt;and as if you were near&lt;br /&gt;i can smell your warmness so dear&lt;br /&gt;and my thoughts become clear&lt;br /&gt;so i stood up and ran&lt;br /&gt;this journey must not end&lt;br /&gt;until i have found what is lost&lt;br /&gt;though sometimes i hear a voice&lt;br /&gt;what if it this journey goes on forever?&lt;br /&gt;would you fight for what is dear?&lt;br /&gt;i guess there is no such answer&lt;br /&gt;for there is no such thing&lt;br /&gt;as forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead bored.seriously, so bored i'd rather be dead.then again, if i'm dead i would have wished that i'm alive because being dead is boring too.then i would be saying things like '' damn, i'm alive bored,'' instead of i'm dead bored because i'm already dead.that just proves human beings are merely animals who doesn't know what they really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes by like raindrops on empty rooftops.so loud and clear.yet so subtle that you can't hear.unless you listen carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.entahla.&lt;br /&gt;goodnite everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-368985925366622716?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/368985925366622716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=368985925366622716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/368985925366622716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/368985925366622716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-passes-by-like-raindrops-on-empty.html' title='time passes by like raindrops on empty rooftops'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-7093649576648373725</id><published>2008-07-13T02:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T02:32:15.548+07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog aku ade lagu! yea!</title><content type='html'>ni ha playlist aku, kickin' it old school, 60's,70's,80's rock n' roll,, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    walkin' on sunshine by katrina and the waves&lt;br /&gt;2.    a well respected man by the kinks&lt;br /&gt;3.    lola by the kinks&lt;br /&gt;4.    you really got me by the kinks&lt;br /&gt;5.    wish you were here by pink floyd (this song's like a drug, i go high!)&lt;br /&gt;6.    i get around by the beach boys&lt;br /&gt;7.    wouldn't it be nice by the beach boys&lt;br /&gt;8.    god only knows by the beach boys&lt;br /&gt;9.    the seeker by the who&lt;br /&gt;10.  behind blue eyes by the who (the who yang buat lagu ni bukan limp bizkit ye, limp bizkit             cover je)&lt;br /&gt;11.    brown sugar by the rolling stones&lt;br /&gt;12.    honky tonk by the rolling stones&lt;br /&gt;13.    yesterday by the beatles&lt;br /&gt;14.    yellow submarine by the beatles&lt;br /&gt;15.    help by the beatles&lt;br /&gt;16.    hey jude by the beatles&lt;br /&gt;17.    live and let die by guns n' roses (mcm rosak je,x sure)&lt;br /&gt;18.    paradise city by guns n' roses&lt;br /&gt;19.    dont cry by guns n' roses (yg ni pon cm rosak je,xleh play)&lt;br /&gt;20.    knockin' on heaven's door by guns n' roses&lt;br /&gt;21.    sweet child of mine by guns n' roses (check out the video, axl rose's hot! haha, gay gile aku)&lt;br /&gt;22.    dream on by aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;23.    sweet emotion by aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;24.    jaded by aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;25.   stairway to heaven by led zeppelin (best solo ever!)&lt;br /&gt;26.    rising force by yngwie malmsteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byk gile kan lagu2?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku byk wat salah.nak mintak maaf byk2.ajal maut di tangan Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, HANAHIRD i miss you too.deeply.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being so sombong on the past few days, tak sedar.cowiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end,love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL  HANA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-7093649576648373725?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7093649576648373725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=7093649576648373725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/7093649576648373725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/7093649576648373725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-aku-ade-lagu-yea.html' title='blog aku ade lagu! yea!'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-3476775610729949695</id><published>2008-07-12T23:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:34:40.195+07:00</updated><title type='text'>unfinished</title><content type='html'>someone took her heart away&lt;br /&gt;and she was left with no soul&lt;br /&gt;she's just a girl all alone&lt;br /&gt;and when she pickup n dialed the phone&lt;br /&gt;there's no dialing tone&lt;br /&gt;maybe what she needs is a microphone&lt;br /&gt;cos she's all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she always thinks of him&lt;br /&gt;like the way she thinks of him&lt;br /&gt;but he never had the things&lt;br /&gt;she wanted from him&lt;br /&gt;she's dizzy from all the running&lt;br /&gt;just dizzy from all the spinning&lt;br /&gt;n she's all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this relationship&lt;br /&gt;what should we call it&lt;br /&gt;oh this relationship&lt;br /&gt;this modern love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-3476775610729949695?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/3476775610729949695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=3476775610729949695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/3476775610729949695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/3476775610729949695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/07/unfinished.html' title='unfinished'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-3894996255452636588</id><published>2008-06-27T15:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:24:31.415+07:00</updated><title type='text'>uh baru ingat dulu aku pernah kene tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SGSi2KxfXaI/AAAAAAAAABU/4nLePaYmCnw/s1600-h/sss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SGSi2KxfXaI/AAAAAAAAABU/4nLePaYmCnw/s320/sss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216473319890443682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gambar yang berjudul secret ambush.hayatilah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ah ah asyik2 asyik2nya bercintaaaaaa (macam lagi dangdut amelina yang pernah populer satu masa dulu, huhuuuu)&lt;br /&gt;tapi ni ah lain.&lt;br /&gt;ni ah sudah lame kene tag.&lt;br /&gt;ah tapi skarang baru nak buat.&lt;br /&gt;ah cowiii buat yang mengetag.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;ah ah.&lt;br /&gt;ah cukuplah.&lt;br /&gt;ah.ah tak tahann.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.sy rase sy tak aneh.aneh tak?&lt;br /&gt;2.sy suke bau tgn sy.tak leh stop.cet cet! bad habit yg tak terbendung.&lt;br /&gt;3.sy rase sy ni hensem la.hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;4.sy agak bingung nak tulis ape lagi.hmmm&lt;br /&gt;5.sy tak leh mkn jambu air banyak2 nanti kegatalan.&lt;br /&gt;6.sy seorang pemalu yang tak tau malu&lt;br /&gt;7.sy rase sy akan jadi terkenal satu hari nanti.kah kah kah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tula bende2 aneh pasal sy.aneh tak? cam tak aneh sgt je. haih.&lt;br /&gt;nak wish bdayla.&lt;br /&gt;untuk ezy. ezy baik.&lt;br /&gt;so blanje la ape lagik.kah kah kah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entahla pening sebenarnya nak cite ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, the end has no end.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAIL HAHAHANA!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(klaka kan sy? uhuhuh,)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-3894996255452636588?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SGSi2KxfXaI/AAAAAAAAABU/4nLePaYmCnw/s72-c/sss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-8044976975665166865</id><published>2008-06-22T12:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:32:07.323+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my influences my muses my inspiration</title><content type='html'>i have a silent dream.so silent i dont know if it will ever come true.this dream is like an icberg inside of me.i can only feel the tip, but i dont know how to start from the bottom.its like a volcano inside of me.sitting silently.motionless.so subtle no one can feel it.waiting to explode.its like dream in a dream.where you dream of waking up from a dream only to wake up again feeling sick and confused and scared.and you realize its just a dream.but i dont want this dream to be forever silent.i want to give a voice to it.so it can speak.i want to give legs and bones to it.so it can run and walk and climb.in the end,i guess it is all up to me.and a matter of time.waiting for the last day of magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arctic monkeys&lt;br /&gt;the libertines&lt;br /&gt;the strokes&lt;br /&gt;razorlight&lt;br /&gt;guns and roses&lt;br /&gt;nirvana&lt;br /&gt;steve vai&lt;br /&gt;yngwie malmsteen&lt;br /&gt;franz ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;bloc party&lt;br /&gt;mitch albom&lt;br /&gt;stephen king&lt;br /&gt;vernon god little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, a word of wisdom from the wisdomless, ''the more you read the smarter you are going to be my friends.read books.good looks.fish hook.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-5300200555674736978</id><published>2008-06-22T12:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:37:40.731+07:00</updated><title type='text'>this room smells of you</title><content type='html'>does she know how her voice affects me&lt;br /&gt;so subtle like a tragedy&lt;br /&gt;im a bird being set free&lt;br /&gt;the sight of her makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even if somehow im blown to smithereens&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind as long as she's with me&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are always happy&lt;br /&gt;and at eternal peace will it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if she ever remembers me&lt;br /&gt;in the cold nights of january&lt;br /&gt;i met her coincidently&lt;br /&gt;from the backpages of a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love is hell for me&lt;br /&gt;but i know that i am happy&lt;br /&gt;from the smile you show&lt;br /&gt;and time stops to a slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this love is hell for me&lt;br /&gt;but i know that i am happy&lt;br /&gt;for i know that if i die&lt;br /&gt;heaven awaits for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this room it smells of you&lt;br /&gt;and i am a bird being set free&lt;br /&gt;for this room smells of you&lt;br /&gt;and it smells good like perfume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i fall from this hill&lt;br /&gt;i just know that this will&lt;br /&gt;become a moment that will&lt;br /&gt;change the course of my history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this room smells of you&lt;br /&gt;and that smell is what i long for&lt;br /&gt;from you that im longing for&lt;br /&gt;and for you i would die for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this room smells of you&lt;br /&gt;everything reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;because this room smells of you&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know what to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-5300200555674736978?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/5300200555674736978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=5300200555674736978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/5300200555674736978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/5300200555674736978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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kepinggangkelistis.hebat kan name condition yang sedang dialami oleh diriku ini.ni semuanya akibat bermain sepak bola (bola sepak) petang tadi.setelah mempamerkan aksi mempersona ala2 wesley sneijder, (giler la saya ni perasan sungguh, tapi betul kot,saya rase saya tak perasan, opss! dah perasan kuase dua ni, ok ok i better stop) saya pon keletihan.sampai sakit pinggang.aduh aduh.selain itu saya juga mengalami bebrapa musibah yang beruntun minggu ini.berikut disenaraikan beberapa tragedi jun yang telah dialami saya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(disusun berdasarkan darjah keparahan,paling parah diatas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.merosakkan lcd laptop syukri (teman saya) dan kos perbaikan mencapai rm2000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.henfon rosak secara mendadak.hantar bengkel 2 minit je ok.sampai rumah rosak balik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.tersalah beli amplifier guitar yang dikirim abg eri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.ermm.. ape lagi ek. dah lah tu kot.hahaha macam banyak sangat je sampai nak senarai2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;begini story die,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ni pasal tersalah beli amplifier ni.haaa.. macam ni.. tak lama dulu abang kandungku yang bernama eri menyuruh aku membelikan roland micro cube.yaitu sebuah amplifier gitar karen yang super hebat.saya pon dengan konfidennye kate kat indon ade.so saya pon belilah.rupe2nya saya tersalah beli.saya beli roland cube 15x.bukan micro cube.aduh lah roland ni pon.bagi la name bunyi jauh2 sikit.ni dekat2 same je.konfius aku.nasib baik abg eri kate takpe pakai je.nasib baik.haduh2.ni yang rase nak saman roland nih.cessss......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SFUqyCRlTiI/AAAAAAAAABE/Hm2SNePcwOQ/s1600-h/top_M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SFUqyCRlTiI/AAAAAAAAABE/Hm2SNePcwOQ/s320/top_M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212119182843661858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  roland cube 15x :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;amp yang saya tersalah beli,canggih kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SFUrelN0W-I/AAAAAAAAABM/aGEu-ydaGr4/s1600-h/top_Mikro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SFUrelN0W-I/AAAAAAAAABM/aGEu-ydaGr4/s320/top_Mikro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212119948137356258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;roland micro cube : &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;amplifier yang sepatutnya dibeli.cet cet cet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;habis pasal salah beli amp nih pulak pasal handphone saya yang suke membuat kelakar.pandai jugak la die buat kelakar sebenarnye.nice lah.not bad.kadang ketawe gak la.tapi hari tu die tetibe rosak.saya pon rase tu tak kelakar.saya pon hantar la pegi repair.setelah sehari di kedai repair.saya pon pegi la mengambil beliau si handphone yang kelakar itu.oh! die masih kelakar! betapa gembiranya saya.terase seperti di atas bulan.oh oh oh! namun setibanya di rumah.die kembali tidak kelakar.bengang betol.kelakar kat kedai je.sampai hati handphone tu buat camni kat saya.kesian saya.rase sedih macam seperti di atas bulan mengetahui ternyata bulan berkawah2 tidak seindah yang diharapkan....huuuuuu... sia2 je antar repair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok2 sudah2lah pasal handphone.ni lagi suweyyyy punye cerita.suweyyy bergandalah.suwey bangettttsssss.. yeah yeah! tak pasal2 terbang melayang rm2000 kene repair laptop syukri(belum repair lagi sebenarnya, actual cost belum tau,tapi hari tu tanya kedai almost rm 2000).haduhhh.. begini kisahnya, hari tu hari isnin, saya tak pegi kelas pagi.plan nak siapkan report.pastu saya pon pergi ke bilik syukri untuk mengambil contoh report.dalam bilik syukri ada adik die yang sedang tidur.si syukri dah pergi ke kelas.so saya pon masuk la.pekkk! eh eh ade laptop kat lantai.fuh nasib baik tersenggol slow je.tapi saya rase tak sedap hati.saya pon cek la laptop itu.adik syukri masih dibuai mimpi.eh! alamak skrin die nampak lain macam la.oh shiteeeee! retak laaa.. aduh cane ni. saya pon letak balik laptop. dan balik ke bilik. try tido kejap.huhuhu. pastu setelah 30minit tertidur, saya pon berfikir, eh tadi mimpi ke? pastu dengan berhati2 saya ke bilik syukri.cek laptop.oh nooo!! masih retakk..... ... .. argh! ingatkan mimpi tadi.cett. saya pon binngun kejap nak bagitau syukri ke tak.takde orang nampak saya terpecahkan laptop die.adik die pon tidur lagi.baik buat-buat tak tau je.frame je si adik syukritu.sumbat laptop tu bawah badan die ke ape.hahaha.. tapi sebagai manusia yang bersivik dan mementingkan sopan-santun, saya pon mengambil keputusan untuk meng'sms' si syukri untuk menceritakan apa yang terjadi.haduii.. cek kat kedai compaq, harga repair 5.35 juta.rupiah.hehehe.almost rm2000.itulah harga sebuah kejujuran. haish. suwey sungguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"habis gelap datanglah terang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oklah cukuplah rasenye menceritakan musibah2 yang melanda diriku ini.nak wat camne.haish.nasib badan.okla dari sakit ke ape ke.alhamdulillah saya masih sihat.optimis je la.huhuhu. abahku pon tak marah sangat.nasib baik.kalau tak habislah saya bagaikan kera dipanggang api.haha.. peribahasa ape la yang saya lontarkan ini.sangat sangat.tak masuk akal sehat.OPTIMIS SAMPAI AKHIR.yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekejap je rasenye.dah nak final exam dah.mid term hari tu macam baru je rasenye.kene score niyh.hari tu punye marks dah hancur.haduh.malas betul nak blaja.kan best kalau jadi kambing.hahaha.. tak habis2 dengan kekambingan berjanguttan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya dah setahun 060607.dah setahun dah.hahaha.. kejap je. lebih dari seratus malam telah ku lewati bersamamu.. ceh.. puitis romantis betul saya ni.happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,pray for our success.may all of us get what we deserve.may all of us touch our dreams.someday.its just a matter of time.keep fighting.chayo! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end,love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-8903131812666345985?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/8903131812666345985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=8903131812666345985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8903131812666345985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8903131812666345985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/06/aduh-sakitnye-pinggang.html' title='ADUH, SAKITNYE PINGGANG!'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SFUqyCRlTiI/AAAAAAAAABE/Hm2SNePcwOQ/s72-c/top_M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-8208818879238430763</id><published>2008-05-20T15:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:45:27.344+07:00</updated><title type='text'>andaikan aku seekor kambing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/39/Irish_Goat.jpg/250px-Irish_Goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/39/Irish_Goat.jpg/250px-Irish_Goat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kambing gurun yang hensem.bagi yang tak tau rupe kambing.this is  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andaikan aku seekor kambing.mesti best kan?.hari2 makan free.sedap je mengunyah rumput yang kaya klorofil dan selulosa itu.dan jika nak melepaskan tinja atau me'nyah' tinja merata pon takde sape dari bangseku(kambing bkn orang ye,jangan nk perasan!!) nak marah.paling pon diorang mengembek.pastu mesti aku dah tak perlu menggunakan khidmat toilet awam lagi.zaman sekarang ni ape nak jadi ntah, nak me'nyah' tinja pon kene bayar.mesti best kunyah rumput yang kaye selulosa itu.fuiyooo... meleleh air liur aku membayangkannya...... *drool* keje aku hari2 adalah makan tidur dan me'nyah' tinja. best wooo..&lt;br /&gt;dan bile naluri aku mengatakan 'iya!' aku dan spesiesku akan bereproduksi! oh indahnya! sangatlah romantik menjadi pasangan kambing yang berguling2 di kandang ataupun bagi kambing2 yang bebas, berguling-guling di padang rumput hijau! indah sekaliii... macam film hindustan tapi berbahasa dan berpelakon kambing.indah sekali.indah dua dan juga berkali-kali ku katakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mbeeekkkkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jujur saja.honestly.discheiven hott(konon2 bahase jerman la untuk 'jujur saja', jadilakan bunyi die ala2 jerman,tapi jangan la dipraktikkan dalam urusan rasmi ye,) it's been so quite not so long ago but it is long considering the amount of time in the interval between the last time since saya menulis post untuk blog yang hipnotis ini.so saya pon ketandusan idea nak buat post.tapi rasanya dah lama jugak saya ingin menjadi kambing.so perenggan di atas ditujukan buat diri kecilku di dalam hati yang selama ini ingin mejadi kambing.semoga beliau tidak mengembek lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sudah2.jadi normal balik.pap pap pap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah normal dah.ni ha dah lame dah tak tulis blog nih.haduh banyak dah insiden2 menarik yang berlaku tapi tak sempat di abadikan dalam blog ini.my last post was on the eve of my kimia sintesis exam yang saya demam tu, sekarang nih, exam dah pon abes, result nye pon dah keluar.seperti biase orang genius yang perasan die idiot seperti saya(perasan gile! urgh! jangan muntah ye!) berjaya mendapat hasil yang memberangsangkan sehingga saya semakin terangsang untuk terus belajar lebih gigih lagi(lebih gigih sebab result terok sebenarnye, haha,).yah yah yah! tengah semangat nih! ayoh! ayoh! pap pap pap! tidoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah bangun.(pemende la yang aku merepek ni, malu kalau abah aku tau aku wat blog camni, haha,tapi aku tahu di hati kecilnya die tetap bangge, haha..).ni ha cik bedah gini ceritanya... aritu arina and kawan buatla sambutan for nadhirah's&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (windu awak =p) &lt;/span&gt;birthday.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nak dijadikan cerita, saya pon dijemputla kan untuk membantu persiapan.saya dan mael diminta untuk menyalakan api for bbq ayam.atas desakan ekonomi indonesia yang mengalami sekatan minyak tanah (it is so hard to find minyak tanah in indonesia nowadays, surabaya especially,) saya dan mael pon mngambil keputusan untuk menyalakan arang pakai petrol instead of minyak tanah.gile genius tak? we are gifted future pharmacists kene la genius betul tak?.hahaha.. bangge sebentar. ok ok ok ok,, kitorang pegi la bawak peralatan ke loteng or in english the attic of arina n frens's home,(area umah arina umahnye rapat2 so takde yard), kipas, ayam, bbq dan lain.tak dilupakan the villain, the killing machine, the destroyer! PETROL juga dibawa naik....  mule2 nak nyala tu titis2 kan la sikit, tapi disebakan sifat kimia petrol yang mudah menguap tapi highly flammable, arang pon tak jadi2 nak nyala. saya dan mael hilang sabar. mael teros menuang petrol tu. api yang kecil langsung membesar dengan sihat dan kuat kuat dan langsung menerkam botol kaca yang masih penuh berisi petrol.akibat kepanasan dan keterkejutan yang melampau mael dengan tidak sengaja melepaskan botol kaca yang berisi petrol jatuh dan petrol pon mengalir dengan cepat.sang api bertambah gagah dan membesar.kami yang disitu menjadi bagai ibu ayam kehilangan anak dan ibu gajah kehilangan tanduknya.menjerit tak tentu hala sambil tangan mencapai harta benda yang mampu diselamat ka.tapi nasib baik arina pantas membawa air sebaldi untuk memadamkan api.dan api yang tadinya besar tewas.fuh nasib baik... selapas insiden tu, lutut saya cam dah takde. lemah gile. nak berdiri pon susah. haduii... nasib baik tak terbakar rumah orang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayam yang supposedly was going to be bbq'ed was fried instead.all hopes for the bbq was gone after the aftermath.all that was left was the corn that was supposed to be bbq'ed.but i still wanted to light the fire.to instil the flames of bbq'ing.so percubaan membuat arang pon dilakukan tapi di lokasi yang berbeza, dkt dpn umah arina, walaupun kecil tapi selamat.kali ini bahan bakarnya adalah spiritus(cecair berwarna ungu yang flammable,biasa digunakan di lab,).bagai nak rak kasut dan buku saya dan mael dan arina dan semuanya berusaha menyalakan api but to no avail.pastu tetibe makcik depan rumah kate, lebih kurang camni la,, '' kenapa tak pakai minyak tanah adik2 oi?'' '' tak jumpela minyak tanah,cik..(padahal mmg x carik pon,, hahaha,,)'' ''tu hah kat kedai depan tu ade jual minyak tanah.. ''... so kitorang pon belila minyak tanah.api pon menyala.jagung pon dibakar.perot pon kenyang hati pon senang.akhir kata cet btol la si minyak tanah tu.nyusahkan orang je.sumpah jadi minyak angin baru tau.cet cet cet cet cet.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sian nad&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (windu awak =p) &lt;/span&gt;time party tu kene simbah dengan budak2 ni pakai air busuk, busuk gileeeee... ketiak kambing  tak pakai deodoran pon tak sebusuk air tu saya rase.nak muntah.ewwww... but she looked happy.im happy for her.happy birthday dear nadhirah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(windu awak =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.grow up big and strong and smart and healthy always! yeay!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. saya telah ditag oleh nadhirah.nanti la kapan saya rajin saya jawb soklan tag tu.sapela yang cipta mainan tag2 ni.nyusah kan orang btol.cubela main bola ke.futsal ke.tak pon carom.bestla sket.tapi disebabkan saya ni orangnye sporting lagi macho dan bergaya maskulin, saya pon main je la.tapi nanti bukan sekarang... nanti tau.. tunggu ye wak.. nanti saya datang.. tunggu tau.. bawah tiang lampu.. a'a.. lampu kuningla.. tapi biru pon tak pe... pink?.. pink pon bole... a'a.. dah la penat taip.. kuning?..kan tadi dah ckp kuning,pekak ke?... biru.. peninglaa... karate kang... .... ... .. .. (fade.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end,love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-8208818879238430763?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/8208818879238430763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=8208818879238430763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8208818879238430763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8208818879238430763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/05/andaikan-aku-seekor-kambing.html' title='andaikan aku seekor kambing'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-7744871730514357752</id><published>2008-04-22T19:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:42:00.726+07:00</updated><title type='text'>jenny don't be hasty (KISAH AJAIB HARI INI)</title><content type='html'>today is Wednesday.the day of the reckoning.reckoning of what? reckoning of the reckoned.two days of  exam has passed.and the result is i am left utterly unfulfilled.the reason is simple.i can't answer the papers and there is no one to be blamed except myself.though i am to be blamed,part of this commotion is maybe caused by my slight decrease of health.dengan kate lain saya juga tak sehat semalam,jadi saya tidak sempat nak study.demam.hadui.ni pon sekarang singgah cc jap.dua paper dah teruk.mikrobiologi.adusss.. and kimia sintesis.aduh.how long must i wait? when can i smell the scent of success? for long i have failed, if not because of myself alone and i am to be blamed.lain kali jangan last minute study lagi asyraf oii, awak dah semester 4 dah, dah beso... ni esok xm pon boleh pegi cc.hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISAH AJAIB HARI INI,,,, nadhirah mohd.shakri telah mendarat di surabaya.die sgt sweet membawa saya ke klinik naik beca siang tadi.comel betul die.pastu dari klinik tetibe kitorang boleh sesat kat mall.entah camne ntah saya pon tak sedar.mule-mule nak tukar duit je, tetibe saya cakap ''awak kate nak beli jeans baru?,alang dah kat sini ayolah beli,'' so the story goes, we went to z*** to buy her new jeans.pastu tetibe plak kami boleh sampai kat cinema.tak pasal-pasal dah terbeli tiket.citer forbidden kingdom.tgk citer tu cam nak berkungfu jer rasenye.watchhhaaaaa~ son wukong berbulu emas! watchaaaa~!!! okay2-okay back to the story, habis tengok movie tak pasal-pasal nadhirah beli kasut baru, pastu tak pasal-pasal dah kat cc ni menulis post.saya pon tak faham.mungkin saya telah menembusi 'The Gate Of No Gates' seperti dalam citer forbidden kingdom.aneh pelik dan ajaib.bagaimana esok adalah hari ujian namun saya boleh keluar menonton sambil pergi ke klinik? aneh sekali.saya takkan melupakan hari ini (lebih-lebih lagi kalau esok tak bole jawab, hehehe,).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oklah, post pendek je la.pendek-pendek tapi ajaib.haha.. dah penat ni,tak larat dah nak taip. demaaammmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing myself luck for the exams.amiiinnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-7744871730514357752?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7744871730514357752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=7744871730514357752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/7744871730514357752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/7744871730514357752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/04/jenny-dont-be-hasty-kisah-ajaib-hari.html' title='jenny don&apos;t be hasty (KISAH AJAIB HARI INI)'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-8554938330083541030</id><published>2008-04-18T17:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T11:24:11.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cimex Lectularis dan Berbagai Kisah Lain</title><content type='html'>testis/testicle- The &lt;b&gt;testicle&lt;/b&gt; (from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin" title="Latin"&gt;Latin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;testis&lt;/i&gt;, meaning "witness",&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Testis#cite_note-0" title=""&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grammatical_number" title="Grammatical number"&gt;plural&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;testes&lt;/i&gt;) is the male &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gonad" title="Gonad"&gt;generative gland&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal" title="Animal"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;. (Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the word testis in latin means ''witness''.which roughly means(i think) if you want to say ''oh my god! i'm a witness!,'' in latin,it should sound something like this ''oh my god! i'm a &lt;i&gt;testis&lt;/i&gt;!,''.sangat-sangatlah cool.haha.nasib baik bahase latin hanyalah digunakan dalam bidang ilmu dan tidak digunakan dalam komunikasi sehari-hari.kalau tak banyaklah test(is) berada di mahkamah atau di tempat-tempat yang sewaktu dengannya.come to think of it,why does the male generative gland in animals called a witness? saya pon tak faham.mungkin kerana ia ada dua biji macam mata.hence the word witness.maybe.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi pegi cuci motorku yang comel.die semakin comel.dah berkilat putih bersih.yeaaa!before cuci motor tadi lepak-lepak kat bilikku sambil study kimia sintesis sampai tertido.before that lagi pegi kelas.before that lagi pergi melancong ke paris dan bertemu rod stewart dan mengusap-ngusap janggutnya.dan rod pon berkate ''asyraf,itulah kasih mok kasih pok pado anok'', pastu pastu pastuuuuu.... saya pon berkate ''ikat jangan tak ikat,ingatlah orang yang tersayang!!!'' (apelah yang aku merepek ni wahai sodara sodari).itulah aktivitiku hari ini di surabaya yang tercinta,selain berjumpa rod stewart dan pergi ke paris,semuanya benar-benar belaka.oh lagi satu pagi tadi saya cuci selimut saya yang dah dah hampir satu semester setngah tak cuci, mak aih, hitam giler air cucian dia,, macam kopi kaw-kaw punye wooo.. giler la, patutla saya gatal-gatal je keje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SAiHBK62X1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/iYDgatzydvI/s1600-h/M_honda2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SAiHBK62X1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/iYDgatzydvI/s320/M_honda2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190547024725303122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                     lebih kurang camni la rupe moto saya,tapi ni waktu die mude,now  dah tue,cucu lima,buatan 1990, 4th hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about gatal-gatal, around the end of last month if i'm not mistaken,i experienced some 'gatal-gatal', so i told la abang sepol which is a medical student.he told me it might be caused by ticks.so he went to my room and did a check up on my anus, eh salah, my mattress, and you know what he fouuunnnddd????!!! jeng jeng jeng!!!! a bed bug! or &lt;i&gt;Cimex lectularius. &lt;/i&gt;kurang hajar punye cimex lectularis, selambe je duduk kat tilam orang, dahla isap darah aku, penat-penat aku makan membina tubuh yang sihat, suke-suke ati die je isap, dah la tak bayar, tak mintak izin lagi.dasar haiwan tak sopan.tak hensem pulak tu.ni gambar-gambar si cimex tu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SAh_2a62XwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ctJZXWhP20M/s1600-h/200px-DSCF0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SAh_2a62XwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ctJZXWhP20M/s320/200px-DSCF0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190539143460314882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SAiAaK62XxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cJC9omTnuoc/s1600-h/180px-Cimex_lectularius_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SAiAaK62XxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/cJC9omTnuoc/s320/180px-Cimex_lectularius_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190539757640638226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nilah gambar-gambar makhluk yang meminum darahku itu.tapi gambar-gambar ni saya amik kat wikipedia la.kalau dah hisap darah die jadi gemok.die ni seekor parasit.nasib baik yang dekat tilam saya tu tak sempat beranak-pinak, baru sekor je, kalau tak mungkin nasib saya seperti ini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SAiBW662XyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8_QVELPgSfo/s1600-h/100px-Bedbugbite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SAiBW662XyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8_QVELPgSfo/s320/100px-Bedbugbite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190540801317691170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wooo,, nasib baik.nasibku baik.parah woo tangan orang tu,merah-merah,mesti gatal gile,saya yang sekor gigit pon dah gatal cam buaya darat. wooooo..... &lt;i&gt;Cimex lectularius&lt;/i&gt;, si penghisap darah yang kejam dan gatal.hati-hatilah... moral of the story, jaga kebersihan bilik anda. kalau taaak.. jeng jeng jeng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one story leads to another but i still miss her.jiwang gak aku nih ek.melankolik dan sentimental tapi bukan mentally retarded.hahaha.. die datang surabaya ahad niee,, yeay! boleh jumpe! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is it ladies and gentlemen, this is where the hero dies and the birds fly, this is where the groom kisses the bride, this is where the hunter catches the prey,this is where the father says goodbye,this is the end of this post.hope we all remain happy and to those people who are now faced with sadness, may it pass by them.life is a lesson learned every moment you live it,learn or perish my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end,love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-8554938330083541030?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/8554938330083541030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=8554938330083541030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8554938330083541030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/8554938330083541030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/04/cimex-lectularis-dan-berbagai-kisah.html' title='Cimex Lectularis dan Berbagai Kisah Lain'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SAiHBK62X1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/iYDgatzydvI/s72-c/M_honda2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898686230104001923.post-3127626450808566268</id><published>2008-04-17T21:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:14:39.424+07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a test (is)</title><content type='html'>in the name of God most most gracious most merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a start of something great.i can feel it.this blog is going to be the epitome of blogs all over the world.people will read it.adore it.sing it.recite it.this blog will rule the world.beware earthlingsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss (tarik nafas) sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;test test (is) (is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;testis/testicle- The &lt;b&gt;testicle&lt;/b&gt; (from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin" title="Latin"&gt;Latin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;testis&lt;/i&gt;, meaning "witness",&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Testis#cite_note-0" title=""&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grammatical_number" title="Grammatical number"&gt;plural&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;testes&lt;/i&gt;) is the male &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gonad" title="Gonad"&gt;generative gland&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal" title="Animal"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;. (Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. sungguh.. sungguh.. sesungguhnya tak ada kata yang dapat mendeskripsikan kesenangan hatiku di saat ini.blog pertama saya setelah tujuh belas blog yang telah saya hasilkan.oh senang sekali.actually i've only written four blogs with an average of five posts per blog.haha.. im not a constant blogger nor am i a constant gardener (maksud kamu apa??!).and i've deleted three of them.then all of a sudden i feel an urge to write again (actually my hanahird(she's the love) influenced me).so i wrote laaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im not here to write about test(is).this post is just a test.my test post and again not my test(is).my test(is) is tucked safe in its rightful place.then again, i think it is not a crime to define the word test(is) because not all of us know the meaning of that word.hence the definition above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay.cukuplah bercerita tentang test(is).eh jap2... bercakap tentang test(is) tanpa (is), isnin nanti saya ada ujian tengah semester.sangatlah malas diriku untuk mendudukinya,apatah lagi mendirikannya,namun apa daya,saya terpaksa.jadi,saya amatlah berharap saudara/saudari memberikan sokongan dan doa kepada saya agar terus sukses dan menjadi farmasis yang dapat menjana ekonomi negara dan membantu masyarakat setempat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seterusnya, nadhirah binti mohd.shakri, ketahuilah anda amat saya sayangi.kamu nun jauh di sana.harap kamu sentiasa bahagia.kanda senatiasa merindui dinda.tak kira dimana jua anda berada.cepatlah pulang dan buatku bahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i am strapped for cash.hutang keliling leher.nak tercekik dah ni.pinggang ok lagi,tak tecekik.hehehe.i need money.nak beli amp and effect.arghhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oklah, enough for my first post.tidak ada yang menarik sebenarnya.semoga saja and terhibur.teruskan bersama kami, di waktu dan hari yang sama.haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, love prevails.&lt;br /&gt;HAIL HANA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898686230104001923-3127626450808566268?l=wedrinkblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/feeds/3127626450808566268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898686230104001923&amp;postID=3127626450808566268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/3127626450808566268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898686230104001923/posts/default/3127626450808566268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wedrinkblood.blogspot.com/2008/04/test-is.html' title='this is a test (is)'/><author><name>asyraf elmiza ahmad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13399069891376177628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qe3943MWh-s/SIQ-iakSWII/AAAAAAAAABg/WSPjRxrguds/S220/n1387700173_1112.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
