<?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-8694996976257824673</id><updated>2012-02-15T03:47:51.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meteorite.</title><subtitle type='html'>Let my words record your orange days.  And let my words become your meteorite.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-8673186203899282827</id><published>2012-02-15T03:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T03:47:51.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senandung Semalam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a long time, where I have not been to the rice field where it was my hometown. Yeah, two days ago, I just did. The rice field was so wide and gold. But I didn't bring my camera, pfft. Wasted. (no no not my bad phone).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, there used to be a lot of fishes in a bank beside the rice field or what you call, the paddy field. Today, the banks got larger but there wasn't any fishes. It is said there were poisoned by pesticides that was drained down to the bank from the paddy during raining season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U86QKTPEL-Y/TzqpaFgdzVI/AAAAAAAAAps/FaMhx2LnVMw/s1600/homemadekazoku_nukumori1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U86QKTPEL-Y/TzqpaFgdzVI/AAAAAAAAAps/FaMhx2LnVMw/s320/homemadekazoku_nukumori1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However so, it was really to feel the winds passing by you. It was just relaxing. Back then when the paddy field was dry, we played the traditional wau and flew really high. Since the wind was strong, so it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life is really full of crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know where they could have lead you. Or you become profuse which one you should chose. We had a hard time to think or decide, as it would affect our own future probably. But what I specify about isn't necessarily on education. What I scope about on is life on its own, generally.&lt;br /&gt;You ever thought about what you really wanted to become? Have your eyes close for a second, or just imagine. What can you become in the next 20 years? Who knew. Maybe I would sound like an old man saying this, but it is better to realize it in a younger age. It is better that way because we would have minimize the mistakes we would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on for a second. One thing we must realize is that we are humans. We made mistakes. Be it stupid, bold or clever one, but nobody would run away from it.&lt;br /&gt;There is a Japanese proverb have said &lt;i&gt;"We learn little from victory. Much from defeat." &lt;/i&gt;Meaning we constantly know that success or to overcome something is to go through pain, shame, awkwardness and defeat of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless that, should we never use the excuse and the saying "Humans are not perfect." Because generally we do have limitations. But "making" a limitations by saying "I cannot do it" or "I feel I cannot do so" for indefinite reasons is something unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;Humans could do extraordinary things. It's just that we didn't know it any better, to make the full use of it. And all it starts from is the opportunity then trying to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CdZ2Jqy5kas/Tzq58WpXecI/AAAAAAAAAp0/58Tb2iRirJY/s1600/hyunbin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CdZ2Jqy5kas/Tzq58WpXecI/AAAAAAAAAp0/58Tb2iRirJY/s320/hyunbin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to what I really what to talk about is crossroads. We actually do have choices. But probably we just couldn't see it.&lt;br /&gt;When we were enjoying with our friends, do we really know that one day they will forget or leave us?&lt;br /&gt;We never knew what have they said. Probably it would cause a little uneasiness to us.&lt;br /&gt;When we love someone from the opposite gender, do we actually know when the he or she will never follow your shadow anymore?&lt;br /&gt;When we knew the love was not for you or that person, do we accept the truth?&lt;br /&gt;It is bitter truth. There are many hidden things in the world people hides their thoughts, we do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why run away from troubles you went through and avoid from knowing the truth? Everything is a gamble. Either you win or loss, you started the game.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, strength is what we need to face up the next day challenge. Don't be afraid to try something or making mistakes and don't be afraid of what's coming out. Accepting may took time. But never back down. The moment you fall, you know that you have to stand up back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today for I've thought. I wrote this so you could become happy and have a happier life. I myself too, made mistakes. I wrote for myself and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-8673186203899282827?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/8673186203899282827/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/02/senandung-semalam.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8673186203899282827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8673186203899282827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/02/senandung-semalam.html' title='Senandung Semalam.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U86QKTPEL-Y/TzqpaFgdzVI/AAAAAAAAAps/FaMhx2LnVMw/s72-c/homemadekazoku_nukumori1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-1056415885102221685</id><published>2012-02-08T05:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T05:37:09.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2T0Hn0537wc/TzGTgIobB3I/AAAAAAAAApk/1l8ms2jPbaQ/s1600/YUI+-+LIFE+PV+-+10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2T0Hn0537wc/TzGTgIobB3I/AAAAAAAAApk/1l8ms2jPbaQ/s1600/YUI+-+LIFE+PV+-+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666561; line-height: 20px;"&gt;陽 の あ た り 場 所 に 出 て&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666561; line-height: 20px;"&gt;両 手 を 広 げ て み た な ら&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666561; line-height: 20px;"&gt;あ の 空 越 え て ゆ け る か な&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"If I go to a place where the sun shines and spreading both of my arms out, I wonder if I can go beyond the sky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "YUI - LIFE" lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed that I had so many typos on the last post just now. haha. Sorry, it was undetected previously. I was kinda rushing for typing it though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel the tranquillity over hometown haha. But I'm just like anyone of you, died without internet. I'd probably had killed myself with boredom. But hey, I'd like to say it wasn't that bad, but like usual. Mega hot. Feels like you're in a microwave. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But evenings, are the best. Riding up motorcycle, feeling the wind blowing to your face was like the best thing you've done by yourself. No pictures because I was with myself. haha. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more you go with speed, the more merrier it is. And yeah, that's why I put the quote there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing the the Strait of Malacca was great. It's just 10 minutes drive or ride from my hometown there. Yeah it was awesome. Enjoyed the view of it. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-1056415885102221685?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/1056415885102221685/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/02/sky.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1056415885102221685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1056415885102221685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/02/sky.html' title='Sky.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2T0Hn0537wc/TzGTgIobB3I/AAAAAAAAApk/1l8ms2jPbaQ/s72-c/YUI+-+LIFE+PV+-+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-3955379886821718140</id><published>2012-02-04T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T04:52:44.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Life.</title><content type='html'>I kinda had a hard time writing this. I twirled my pencil a lot of times to think, trying to remember and stuff. At first I tried off writing this on with a pen before publishing it. But a pencil would do fine I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to tell other than this. If I wrote other things, it would look too awkward. But I told myself it would be the best if I write it because these things are precious as gold.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, like gold. As times and years passes by, the prices changes but usually it would be expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like memories. As times and years passers by it gels old but something that is valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would always laugh, tease, name call or whatever we would do to our friends. But we never thought about one day, we would wave at each other saying goodbye. Possibly fading from our lives and never be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we continue to reminisce how nice it was living under the sun. How that happy and sad times are churned &amp;nbsp;into a feeling what you called "missing someone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live a life, in a world that spins. That evolves around with choices we made and our dreams ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Those happy momentoes that we spent with our friends, actually do have a "time". A "time" where it chases you. A "time" where it scares you. A "time" where it challenges you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of putting a cork on the middle of the hourglass? (The countdown clock where they got sand on them?)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of stopping the "time"?&lt;br /&gt;More accurately; Have you ever wish watching a youtube or video or movie with limitless amount of time so it plays only good things you loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is life. One thing you never realized in your life is that you never realized you stood up to the "time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never realized, you won quite a number of good times in your life. It was probably because of your friends and family for that, standing behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the price you have to pay was huge.&lt;br /&gt;Sweat, tears or probably blood. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;But you don't cry because you believe you are strong. You believe tears gets drier when you are further away from your loved ones. Perhaps that would be your family or friends.&lt;br /&gt;The waves gets tougher when you're far apart from them. But the only thing on your mind was their pictures. Probably the picture of the one you loved smiles at you, you began to have strength to do your best in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter if that person is far or never be seen again in your life.&lt;br /&gt;What matters is it left a legacy in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you were alone, and probably they were 3 years ago from your memories.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter if they remember you or not. They have lived. You should be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see my friends pictures of their school life or hanging out, I used to say how I wished I was there. I could still imagine how loud have they talked, nor how big have they laughed.&lt;br /&gt;But I said no then, I was grateful how happy they were, how did they cherish their times and how ever broader their smile without me.&lt;br /&gt;A farewell, has its price after all. I can do nothing but smiled because they had grow to become something of they dreamed of I guess. You can't blame them for not remembering you. People changed, places changed, everything changed. You would probably be using that super giant computer to access facebook if computer hadn't then changed. So it is, comparable to people. I can do nothing but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one way is to remember them forever in your life? If a lot of people do that, it'll be vice versa. Everyone remembers everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my brothers in RMC much. Each time I looked at the pictures, I just wonder how the hell I went through these hellish times. Friends really did meant more than just its words when you go through harsh times. There is a saying, "Boys will be boys." And I think you would've knew what do boys do. From the jungles and to everywhere we stepped, we stand together. Nobody, but us. I love it how we fought for ourselves and how we challenged the whole world. I love it how we stand together proudly. We are from the few, the proud. Just us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, that is all my story. I have waved lots of goodbyes and farewells to a lot of people. And so will you. I have befriended with lots of people all over around the world and I've seen so much goodbye and farewells.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this because everyone does miss everything that they have left.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you something, you see a hell lots of changes of things in youth life. I guessed I have seen only a little. And probably so do you. What more could've show up from these years then?&lt;br /&gt;Everything has its meaning. I hope you have a better life and a much pleasant one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-3955379886821718140?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/3955379886821718140/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/02/beautiful-life.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3955379886821718140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3955379886821718140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/02/beautiful-life.html' title='Beautiful Life.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-9011323102045516626</id><published>2012-02-02T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T01:27:48.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog History.</title><content type='html'>Hello, kids. You might wanna know some stuff about this blog. You really wanna know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah initially I was going to post something more inspiring, but I decided to put that a little later. It's long. This one would be, short I guess? We'll see how far my fingers can tap these keyboards. ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The year was, 2007. "Blog? You gotta be kidding me. You rant here and there on the net and bark onto other people. And you say that's good? You trolling?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I thought of it, something like that. Actually I started to blog since 2005, but it wasn't on blogger. It was on a popular french site called SKYROCK. Yeah I joined them because it's a cool name, right?&amp;nbsp;haha. Most of them used it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it came to a stop when less people used them and I would be the sole person who rants some stuff without knowing anyone around haha. That would be too mundane.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to know about blogger in 2007, but I didn't know what to write. In the end it only came up with one post. Nothing much then. I thought it was, mundane too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to write little things there and it was too awkward. I delete it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write things in an old book, which I used to scrap some stuff over there. It's not a diary. It's just some random stuff, like the one you used it for jotting down notes. That includes one of my writings, songs and everything, handwritten with pencil. Sometimes with pen. Yeah people used to read it for curiosity inside there. Then blog become something to look at and share thoughts, like twitter. haha. But why would anyone blabber some stuff over there? I thought it was useless.&lt;br /&gt;But I thought again, whatever. I decided to give a try to write something that people would look over and feel good. I would love to see people smile just because of a few words from here. Especially. Well yeah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, I opened my blog in the end of 2009. And I put what I used to write on the old book to there. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I failed to finished this blog before 0000H before 2nd February. haha. never mind. We'll skip next post, I'll write another one. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-9011323102045516626?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/9011323102045516626/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-history.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/9011323102045516626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/9011323102045516626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-history.html' title='Blog History.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-8342373595813654005</id><published>2012-01-31T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:06:30.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tank Man.</title><content type='html'>I was really dilemma which one should I put to write. But gracefully after thinking about it long time, I will now write both of them haha. Ooh this night they fired up infinite amount of fireworks. Can't fall asleep but here's a story. Fired up because of the "New Lunar Year", I guess? Well, least to say people that are HAPPY. And it's fine that way. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Tank Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I07n1euC2d0/TybAqCj9dPI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88ODP1g64Uk/s1600/tank+man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I07n1euC2d0/TybAqCj9dPI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88ODP1g64Uk/s200/tank+man.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqV77dUrYXk/TybArmbqtMI/AAAAAAAAApA/LZ8XYpVg0LY/s1600/tank+man+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OqV77dUrYXk/TybArmbqtMI/AAAAAAAAApA/LZ8XYpVg0LY/s200/tank+man+2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9-nXT8lSnPQ" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shocks you? :OO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah literally. I remember learning about it in humanities class, like 5 years ago? Just few days ago, I saw the pictures again on TV. haha. I know, it's like wars and whut? But yeah, as long as it's a story, it is something you have to know. ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy, is called "Tank Man". Or the media calls him, "Unknown Rebel/Unknown Tank Man".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June 5th, 1989. It was the date where Tiananmen Square protest erupted. It was known the causes of the protest are inflation, political corruption and stuff. China was progressing itself into an economic reforms, until inflation rises and problems, causing rifts in the country.&lt;br /&gt;The man appeared literally in front of the tank, appearing to stop the tank from advancing. After repeatedly attempting to move around instead of crushing the man, the tank stops. As the tank stops, he gestured with his bags on his hand. He then climbed atop to the tank and seems to have a short conversation with the tank crew member's from the hatch after it was opened by the tank commander.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that, he was pulled away by two men in blue attire and they disappeared with him into a nearby crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this guy got guts. After the incident, it became a hit that a TIME magazine named him as "TIME 100: The Most Important People of the Century." It became a symbolic thing, for standing up the rights you earned. He became a legacy. I guess he knew he would put himself into death sentence, for doing so. But hell yeah, he's brave. The image becomes an icon for the protest itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there were numerous things they wrote about him. Some say he settled 3 years and 9 months after the incident. He then moves to Taiwan. Some even say he was shot by firing squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His whereabouts now, are unknown.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-8342373595813654005?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/8342373595813654005/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/tank-man.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8342373595813654005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8342373595813654005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/tank-man.html' title='The Tank Man.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I07n1euC2d0/TybAqCj9dPI/AAAAAAAAAo4/88ODP1g64Uk/s72-c/tank+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-8820293936701547231</id><published>2012-01-25T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T18:31:27.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORANGES &amp; Curiosity.</title><content type='html'>Wah. Normally you see oranges filling up all over the streets and stuff like firecrackers during Chinese New Year. Or any other festivals you see in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't anything. :((&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah but there was on other streets where they got loads of people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell yeah. Don't you miss playing those firecrackers, lighting up some "thunder-whut" thing (thunderclap, I guess)? When it shoots up to the sky, they boom like one of those explosions you see on movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't miss their childhood times? Those times are the times where you still learn how to make your footsteps carefully placed on earth. You wouldn't care what was happening outside. All what you care, is you!&lt;br /&gt;You know, the hardest thing that you could ever solved when you were a kid was deciding what to build with lego blocks. Now comes with millions of problems we might not know by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at hometown, I rode motorcycle, go fishing at seaside. And basically that goes on and on. With repetition. Still, can't live without the internet haha! Well, still. Can't expect any coverage lines in a village. They go on and off sometimes if it's available. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk more? See what I could write.&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-8820293936701547231?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/8820293936701547231/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/oranges-curiosity.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8820293936701547231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8820293936701547231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/oranges-curiosity.html' title='ORANGES &amp; Curiosity.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-8765824167229517543</id><published>2012-01-20T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T08:55:48.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trainways and Words.</title><content type='html'>Hello, Malaysia. Once upon a time, in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, you wanna know one fact? I missed the train 5 times streak, for a weak. Isn't that awesome?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The train was like, going to come in a minute. So I dash to ticket counter and my face was like that meme, "challenge accepted." haha. It appears the ticket counter didn't open. The machine when they handed out those tokens and tickets ain't working/accept coins only. I was like "oh shite. the train is gonna leave sooner."&amp;nbsp;Yeah, it appears the guy went to toilet for a while and his face was like "whut man" when I ask him the ticket or hell yeah. Swoosh, the train left. So that made my 5th time. Of missing the train. Yeah. Close enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I Like. I know it sounds cynical or comical. But it's a fact. haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes balik jangan cerita. I felt like I've just came out from a hot sauna with lots of people in it. haha. :OO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what up? Today I met so much people, even the ones I don't really remember them, they were like "oh hell yeah, I do know you mate!" That happened around, I don't know. Just a lot haha. Yeah, friday prayers.&amp;nbsp;Chat up with cool friend, kacau there and here.&amp;nbsp;Met my batch mates from RMC and it appears he's searching for a job too. It's just awesome. I guess all the train stories worth it. ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are pretty fast when it comes to time, right? There's so many changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVGfF6qDR6M/TxoME_oFmJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/3zOJKXY1iF8/s1600/Image015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVGfF6qDR6M/TxoME_oFmJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/3zOJKXY1iF8/s320/Image015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGYT96MOEmE/TxoL9xnWcxI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/AcAzWWwfStc/s1600/Image016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGYT96MOEmE/TxoL9xnWcxI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/AcAzWWwfStc/s320/Image016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wooh. The quality sucked. But not like I got those super big camera DSLR I bet. But hey you there, have fun when you're not working anymore. Great times. ;)) Najah &amp;amp; Farhana, Hakeem somehow likes it if I upload this on facebook. Nah, I decide to put on my blog instead. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I took out the close enough meme. And add some stuff, if you notice. ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir.&amp;nbsp;2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-8765824167229517543?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/8765824167229517543/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/trains-words.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8765824167229517543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8765824167229517543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/trains-words.html' title='Trainways and Words.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVGfF6qDR6M/TxoME_oFmJI/AAAAAAAAAoY/3zOJKXY1iF8/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6127950312751073778</id><published>2012-01-19T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:57:28.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine &amp; Rain.</title><content type='html'>Hey, there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, there were two words. That I always cherish in my life. That I will always remember in my life. That I will always imagine myself saying thanks to that person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like seeing the rays of sunshine? Do you like seeing light rains, or rain? Do you like seeing both things happen together?&lt;br /&gt;That's what I thought a miracle. They form a picturesque of an unimaginable view of nature. Somewhat brings you back to the past and reminds you of those pictures where it fades to black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not writing this for the purpose of showing off. Neither for the purpose of showing how melancholic my writings are. But in a form thanks, or rather gesture of warmth saying the memoirs that really stayed with me. From those beautiful smiles that I recorded on my mind, I could withstand more than a thousand bitter and sorrow. Only from those smiles. But of course, happiness is not eternal.&lt;br /&gt;A short need to say, life has its chapters. Everywhere we go, has its bitters and sweet. And for the journey we been through, we left footsteps and memoirs behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let it be that way, I guess. For what habit, or for what reasons shall we stand against our past? The time always pushes through our daylight. Meanwhile we kept on laughing and tearing, we did not realized it was so sooner or such so long that time is.&lt;br /&gt;We shook our heads.Telling ourselves, "It's the reality, dude! You've been sleeping!". We were not. Definitely not a daydream. But we were thinking ahead of time, beyond. Or thinking of our pastime, ignoring what was happening what was really happening right now. You started to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I've been talking what you might not know or I guess you would probably just scroll down to the bottom for a better story, or might've had close this window and open a new one. I'm sorry, but this is all I could write. Hoping anyone to read and inspire them to be better than me or anybody. I'm just a mediocre, who writes memoirs. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Sunshine &amp;amp; Rain" has really its story. I would always go look at it if I felt how shitty was the day. And you know where is it? It's just outside, at your window. Anywhere. You just felt some sorta tranquility, when you look at it, it just makes me remind of school life. I guess, that's the same for anyone, no? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-6127950312751073778?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6127950312751073778/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunshine-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6127950312751073778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6127950312751073778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunshine-rain.html' title='Sunshine &amp; Rain.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-4852704353053882981</id><published>2012-01-13T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T18:11:10.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Accept the challenges so that you can feel the exhilaration of victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;- General George S. Patton.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't write things for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was hard to think about. What to write. What to say. Because I exactly haven't know what to do now. Things are pretty shaky, when you doubt of what you do. You were afraid of the outcomes would turn negative. You'll start to worry about little things one after another. Finally you start to worry what should you do the next hour. That is when you start to remember about your faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everyday is raining, right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world revolves so fast, that you see lots of changes. Your friends are going to colleges and universities. Your friends are going to work and do odd job. The immaturity of them, that we used to laugh at each other, you didn't realize they grew up. When you look yourself in the mirror, you'd be surprised of yourself. How did you live up to your age now. Imagining how hard and bitter things were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, right? If you see me wandering around by myself last 5 days ago, I was searching for job actually. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;"Believe in your honor and strength, when you feel no one is aside you. Face fiercely in front, and smile. It is your fight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZGKryjVg5Q/Tw_5ttIDWBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rIO8ky69Aj0/s1600/aku2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZGKryjVg5Q/Tw_5ttIDWBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rIO8ky69Aj0/s400/aku2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykRarTRqiQo/Tw_6VF8qQrI/AAAAAAAAAm4/pHPuHeVg0dU/s1600/aku3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ykRarTRqiQo/Tw_6VF8qQrI/AAAAAAAAAm4/pHPuHeVg0dU/s400/aku3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I miss these times. haha. :)) We were waiting for the photographer for a formal picture. I guess he was making a camera that time. This one is candid photos. ;))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(i had nothing to write. hope you enjoy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTi8HFCIDvc/Tw_-ZU5uJ3I/AAAAAAAAAnI/-lEhKXbquXc/s1600/%25E5%2586%25AC%25E5%25AD%25A3%25E6%25AD%25A9%25E9%2581%25931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTi8HFCIDvc/Tw_-ZU5uJ3I/AAAAAAAAAnI/-lEhKXbquXc/s320/%25E5%2586%25AC%25E5%25AD%25A3%25E6%25AD%25A9%25E9%2581%25931.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows stretch across the pavement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As we walk front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The sky is grey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The rain falls without stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The cold air gushes onto my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6QASgSWocRg/Tw_9aA3kILI/AAAAAAAAAnA/jJRHh8Y4yNE/s1600/%25E9%259B%25AA%25E3%2581%25AE%25E8%258F%25AF1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6QASgSWocRg/Tw_9aA3kILI/AAAAAAAAAnA/jJRHh8Y4yNE/s320/%25E9%259B%25AA%25E3%2581%25AE%25E8%258F%25AF1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like they say, how strong can a tree stands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They can fall anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Otherwise anyhow,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They blossom during spring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They beautify during summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They scatter during autumn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And stays strong during winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How humans could go far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is way unthinkable, far more than a tree could do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our fate was not the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorrow, happiness, cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But do you feel the same thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;The thunder lounges the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;The rain falls, the wind gushes onto your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You search a place to hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunate, how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Warmth was not there for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyhow, you conceal your sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You'd want everyone, to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When the clock was ticking, it pushes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I believe how strong can a tide be, it can be fought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But harsh taught me, pride was not everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My hopes brittle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I expect the fruits to ripe. But it sours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But perseverance told me, challenges was the way to triumph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I believe so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We live under the same sky.&lt;/div&gt;It was vast, that the color connects us.&lt;br /&gt;That grey sky, airs sadness.&lt;br /&gt;We live with borders, that enclosed our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;But knows not, what is across the shore.&lt;br /&gt;I blindly guess, you're happy out there.&lt;br /&gt;Without myself, exist in your world.&lt;br /&gt;When you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the next day,&lt;br /&gt;The sakura would blossom.&lt;br /&gt;Even in winter.&lt;br /&gt;That would make people happy.&lt;br /&gt;Like our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;We wish them to be bright, like the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-4852704353053882981?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/4852704353053882981/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/grey.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4852704353053882981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4852704353053882981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/grey.html' title='Grey.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZGKryjVg5Q/Tw_5ttIDWBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/rIO8ky69Aj0/s72-c/aku2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-465271262276818046</id><published>2012-01-05T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T01:15:01.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candles.</title><content type='html'>Today, I blew the candle. With myself, only.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of forgot to write things you know. haha. Sorry for a long wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;()!U(#$%@$*)! Story:&lt;br /&gt;Last time I went to One Utama and went up to a clothing store called padini. I asked whether they got a job for me or not. And they say, "Hold on, yeah?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ezds2BOTjoA/TwXNQBQBlMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jasQ4vb6sw0/s1600/catwtf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ezds2BOTjoA/TwXNQBQBlMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jasQ4vb6sw0/s320/catwtf.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TU-0FWIgFuk/TwXRwHY803I/AAAAAAAAAls/iDyuUX4DbAg/s1600/funny-cat-angry-face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I waited for long time, nothing happens. So, what the hell am I waiting here for? So after a few &lt;u&gt;minutes&lt;/u&gt; I walked away and they started calling me back. "Oh sorry, I didn't see you." I was left speechless. It's like three big capital letters landed on me saying "WTF?". Okay there you go my wtf moments. I didn't work there though. haha. and so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5ptQG29rLs/TwXUz65CD3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/2EYr4sT_pGo/s1600/wtfbro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k5ptQG29rLs/TwXUz65CD3I/AAAAAAAAAmE/2EYr4sT_pGo/s320/wtfbro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What I wish for my anniversary is that everything would be fine as it is. I don't what to say other than "thank you" but do your best in life was the only quote I was able to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda knew by myself that people kept saying they're bored and they have nothing to do. Some say they're jobs are pretty boring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those situations are like, epic failure where you tried the next thing of what you want to do, the outcomes are still the same. But who says at first, that living was easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to live? To you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kinds of questions is really hard to understood, or be answered. I kinda myself sometimes, did I graduate properly? Did I left any regrets? Sometimes what we decide may not turn out to be the best. In the end, we have to face the consequences. No such struggle is sweet, but it is memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course. What you would left are your family and friends. It is a hard to leave a place that really taught you something, given you the chance to fill in your life to the fullest. Whatever it is, you have strong. Firm in your stance. Believe in everything what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I think of. I don't know what to write, but hopefully whatever that I just wrote, you'd be energize for the next day. As for me, I am just a normal human being. Because I have flaws too, that I cannot take away of. The greatest wishes people, in everything what you do. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFoNut5GV88/TwXVJctN7PI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/NoYAIiRS3Z4/s1600/Picture0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFoNut5GV88/TwXVJctN7PI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/NoYAIiRS3Z4/s320/Picture0013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lilin besar pun jadi lah. ;DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u42NN0DFMh0/TwXVTQ-W_yI/AAAAAAAAAmY/U7zf9SBj4FI/s1600/Picture0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u42NN0DFMh0/TwXVTQ-W_yI/AAAAAAAAAmY/U7zf9SBj4FI/s320/Picture0016.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the first time in the last 2 years, my hair gotten longer! haha. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kind of miss my short hair, though. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly took photo after birthday dinner. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya.&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-465271262276818046?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/465271262276818046/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/candles.html#comment-form' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/465271262276818046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/465271262276818046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/candles.html' title='Candles.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ezds2BOTjoA/TwXNQBQBlMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/jasQ4vb6sw0/s72-c/catwtf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6460643395439698169</id><published>2012-01-01T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:03:54.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NewYear &amp; Zaman Muda.</title><content type='html'>Celebrating new year and 1500 views. :))&lt;br /&gt;(goddamn you. you don't underestimate it.) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. How was life in 2011?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year. Be happy, don't be sad. There'll be new challenges ahead. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year, means repeating challenges, mistakes, perhaps bitter or say it better if you found sweetness, in life. :))&lt;br /&gt;It's a pleasant thing to think of it, that everyone found the reason why and what to do after this. I won't hope that 2012 to be nice to me because I know that as you continue to breathe, you would have hard times around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2011.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year I had SPM exam. It continues to haunts me everyday of what to do after this in life. Will I be able to pursue my dreams? I am not so sure, &amp;nbsp;but things are going to be tough. But surely, this year I would remember it everyday in my life as the year I graduated from high school. My school days are the best days of my life. I'm sure it would be same thing as you all.&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted the fact that I sometimes did not do or try my best. Probably because I was too tired to do things. I never think of laziness, an exception when I'm at home WUHOO! ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was like, a year ago. Basically what I did in my school life was all trial and error. Because that time I really don't know of what to do. I tried everything I could do during my times in RMC. Like rugby and boxing. It came I won though, went through as semi-finalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I regretted anything or not, I don't think I regret anything in 2011. Because it's stupid to regret anything that has happened. But because what you believe was right and you believe what you chose was right, you cannot undo back what had happened. It's not like where you played games, you had chances even if you're on "game over", you could still replay. After thinking back the mistakes and regrets I've done, it'll be too vain for someone to regret at what has happen. In the end, he learns nothing but not to continue. That's what I thought. Not to say last year was better than the other year, it would be a lie to say there wasn't any ups and downs the year before this year. I wish what I'll go through would be smooth, and get better as day comes by. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rXLvA75uvA/Tv-vFRl9jgI/AAAAAAAAAjo/5RxCfWCMAcU/s1600/rmc12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rXLvA75uvA/Tv-vFRl9jgI/AAAAAAAAAjo/5RxCfWCMAcU/s320/rmc12.jpg" width="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crossing the Banjaran Titiwangsa in 45KM. The thing on my face is camouflage. Ohyeahh. :))&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking back at 2011, I felt there was some awesome moments we suppose to cherish. When I look back at this picture for example, I'm gonna miss it forever in my life. Crossing the Banjaran Titiwangsa in 45KM was a tough expedition. The terrain was rocky, sometimes sandy, at times you had to cross a river, riding up a hill, went through muddy terrain and at times you'd find swamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swamp that I found wasn't that deep when I was form 4 in Perak (yeah we weren't to found the swamp, it wasn't on the map.) But here, the swamp reaches until your torso level that you'd have to walk fast before the surface sinks. Luckily no one did sink, and yeah haha my boot got stuck on the mud reaching ankle level. Got it out without any worries. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one was leeches. It was everywhere. Even wearing long socks, the leeches somehow gets to you. Sadly no picture. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;And there goes the river crossing, and everything. But the most shittiest part was going through "tanah merah" or what you called the read road. It was hot, people constantly got lost, drifted far away and stuff like that. When I look down over, I could only see my feet walking. The water I collected on the river nearby was almost drying out. What I could think of is just, "if I get home, I'll eat steak for dinner." Looking back at it, I'd laugh by myself on how I pushed myself and my friends to move forward. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn6p9bkIT1I/Tv-4SkAlZdI/AAAAAAAAAj0/9T2wIkn4zUU/s1600/aku.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn6p9bkIT1I/Tv-4SkAlZdI/AAAAAAAAAj0/9T2wIkn4zUU/s320/aku.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;RMC-STF Interaction Dinner. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYrhHi5AOP8/Tv-4ZHPOGHI/AAAAAAAAAkE/WrTH7YlmVqw/s1600/aku16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYrhHi5AOP8/Tv-4ZHPOGHI/AAAAAAAAAkE/WrTH7YlmVqw/s320/aku16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Company Night's Dinner. Bravo. At Sunway. Hahaha. Here was just a candid photo. Everyone had fun anyways. ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QGauAv1WRzQ/Tv-70Tb60iI/AAAAAAAAAko/8arsfyVtZrc/s1600/aku10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QGauAv1WRzQ/Tv-70Tb60iI/AAAAAAAAAko/8arsfyVtZrc/s320/aku10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLrkelvfJFw/Tv-74O_hGOI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_LjTiCEHGLY/s1600/aku4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YLrkelvfJFw/Tv-74O_hGOI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_LjTiCEHGLY/s320/aku4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Fc6WlbQtqA/Tv-4XkwVoLI/AAAAAAAAAj8/KNeJ4Y8J9cE/s1600/aku12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Fc6WlbQtqA/Tv-4XkwVoLI/AAAAAAAAAj8/KNeJ4Y8J9cE/s320/aku12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annual Dinner. We buzzed off to take a hell lots of food. It was never running out. :))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5xqAvVmqEY/Tv-4j8unN7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/bloITg7UwZo/s1600/aku15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5xqAvVmqEY/Tv-4j8unN7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/bloITg7UwZo/s320/aku15.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Izzad or Prag. My boxing mate, PT mate, whatever mate you could think of. He is moving Turkey. Goodluck over there. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJRIP8YNVZ0/Tv_B18ZGcNI/AAAAAAAAAlI/KDCl2T5r7lE/s1600/DSCN0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJRIP8YNVZ0/Tv_B18ZGcNI/AAAAAAAAAlI/KDCl2T5r7lE/s320/DSCN0086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you're searching a guy who really follows orders, giving orders, strict and do what he does, here's the man. Luqman or Lalat. What he wears is always tucked in(except this one). And what wears is always ironed sharply. He's great, nice and really have a high comradeship spirit. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VG1whYfTQQw/Tv-9AiQEcMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/flzhxP6kK9M/s1600/DSCN0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VG1whYfTQQw/Tv-9AiQEcMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/flzhxP6kK9M/s320/DSCN0105.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey bro. Went through some of the best times of my life with you. When you're on Forbes, you better not forget me bro. (My classmate, Izzul. He sits next to me in class. Some awesome things in my life I've done with you, I won't forget it.)&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2012? No pictures yet. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's nothing much to say now. Except for, happy new year again. It's you who makes the best things in life. Believe that you're awesome, be grateful, for every single thing you got in your life. Oh yeah, I got nothing to do. Hopefully I'll be working in UNIQLO afterwards. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-6460643395439698169?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6460643395439698169/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/courtesy-of-asyraf-amir-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6460643395439698169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6460643395439698169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2012/01/courtesy-of-asyraf-amir-new-year.html' title='NewYear &amp; Zaman Muda.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_rXLvA75uvA/Tv-vFRl9jgI/AAAAAAAAAjo/5RxCfWCMAcU/s72-c/rmc12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-2648832039879389162</id><published>2011-12-28T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T18:32:35.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of RMC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I've been abandoning my blog for a long ago. I didn't know what to write. Didn't have much things to put onto my writings. So I'll cover back what I was supposed to write loonnnnnngggg ago. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OwpjzwEwsKU/TvrU8MQMKRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/5ok8Sy-x21M/s1600/DSCN0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OwpjzwEwsKU/TvrU8MQMKRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/5ok8Sy-x21M/s320/DSCN0040.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guy I asked to took picture of me randomly snaps a shot. But it's a good shot. Passing Out Parade 2011. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E0sfP7tiIHY/TvrammGEtuI/AAAAAAAAAho/Qoc8BHPVbfM/s1600/aku4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E0sfP7tiIHY/TvrammGEtuI/AAAAAAAAAho/Qoc8BHPVbfM/s320/aku4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annual Dinner 2011. Three days before Passing Out Parade 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thursday 22nd of December 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was hard to believe. Today (22nd of December 2011), as in, I kept asking myself a question "dude, you believe that? I just passed." To me as I stepped out, it was already a mixed feeling. Happiness, sadness, cherish, whatever you could have thought about. Having the title "OP" or "Old Putera", is something I thought impossible to achieve when I was a form 4 boy. The title was for alumni's who went there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it was now something to laugh. The things you used to whine not because you don't like it or you hate it but you're merely bored of it, you start to miss it. For now, I started to miss my marching days, the days I laugh with my friends during annual dinner for the whole Bravo Company, doing things without getting "kantoi" or busted and et cetera. If I were to list down the whole list, it would be a lot. And as usual, it left such a big significance in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-naUR35IEYpI/Tvrc_u--PiI/AAAAAAAAAh0/PQC9Fm8_H8c/s1600/DSCN0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-naUR35IEYpI/Tvrc_u--PiI/AAAAAAAAAh0/PQC9Fm8_H8c/s320/DSCN0014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I woke up that morning. It felt like it was like any other ordinary day. Probably because I kept on doing the same thing on and on for 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_322HJu1Tc/TvriDsqukpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/kdojKtK7Txk/s1600/408112_314904485198036_100000354625451_1080825_297953759_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1_322HJu1Tc/TvriDsqukpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/kdojKtK7Txk/s320/408112_314904485198036_100000354625451_1080825_297953759_a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That day, I felt heavy as I threw my beret up. There were many other berets that was thrown off in the air, just like the other normal graduation day. It's just as throwing up the berets, while them it's those hats. Get what I mean? It ended already. That 1 year that felt like 10 years, is over. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53xfGlld5s8/Tvrny6m35zI/AAAAAAAAAiY/iIq967lr65Y/s1600/DSCN0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53xfGlld5s8/Tvrny6m35zI/AAAAAAAAAiY/iIq967lr65Y/s320/DSCN0082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our working uniform or called "No. 3". My friend used it as a souvenir, each of us placed our trademarks on it called "wuzer". I heard it came from the word "was here". haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_132977081"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_132977082"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The conclusion? I felt grateful going here in RMC. Indeed if you live here, you felt like as if you were isolated from any connections, feels like living in North Korea. There's a saying that my classmates made, "when you live here, you are like a frog trapped in a glass jar". What you see outside is something you could never get. haha. Now coming to it, I would always remember that saying and laugh over it. I would remember the boring moments and the moments where waiting was like hell, and living of bored to death. That time was after SPM, though it was only a short while, just few days before our 2 weeks Passing Out Parade marching. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bh8SCuTZyHk/TvrqVJoSIII/AAAAAAAAAis/0n4Ez7udYl4/s1600/DSCN0091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bh8SCuTZyHk/TvrqVJoSIII/AAAAAAAAAis/0n4Ez7udYl4/s320/DSCN0091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Poking around other people while waiting our ring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_8khTJuBig/TvrrFoCJvYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/zgerjBcArks/s1600/DSCN0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_8khTJuBig/TvrrFoCJvYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/zgerjBcArks/s320/DSCN0081.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During clearance. Packing things and rushing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nudqyVD6Q9c/Tvrre0nHiUI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wShkWshy-dM/s1600/DSCN0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nudqyVD6Q9c/Tvrre0nHiUI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wShkWshy-dM/s320/DSCN0095.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bored of waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgquePcHffE/Tvrp_8zkH7I/AAAAAAAAAik/F9kECm2Jl5U/s1600/DSCN0107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KgquePcHffE/Tvrp_8zkH7I/AAAAAAAAAik/F9kECm2Jl5U/s320/DSCN0107.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The OP ring. Finally. haha. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would always remember that this school taught me how to live of whatever it takes. Of might and will. Of blood and strength. Whatever the obstacle is, you have to go through. And the key of all the answer to all hardship was, a smile. A bright smile. No I'm not exaggerating things. I'm serious. Try it yourself. Forcing yourself to smile or smirk, or smile when you are going through hard times gives you hope to go further. Yeah, and I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This school also taught me of how people interacts in the outside world (that's what we called because they say when you're here, you're in a "different world"), how to handle problems when out there and how humans, are humans. But for every problems you faced with yourself, your brothers are there to support you, giving you strength. So I'd like to thank them, everyone who supported me, for what I am, I grew stronger.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So it is true what they said, this is the place&amp;nbsp;"where it separates the men and the boys" (a saying from someone I heard last 1 week ago in career talk by ex-boy here).&amp;nbsp;This is the place where I hated because of the bitter, but love it because of the sweetness I gained here. Thank you for making my life colorful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chapter "RMC" has already ended for me. I would consider this as the only school I went for full years, without switching. 2 years is something, definitely leaving a remarkable memory in my life. Out of bitter, sorrow, happiness, cheers and everything, I would cherish every moment I live and used of what I've learned 2 years from here in the future. Definitely, it's a great, an extraordinary memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year is coming. It didn't felt like new. Still felt nostalgic. Haha. :DD&lt;br /&gt;For everything that's happening, let it be. It already ended. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-2648832039879389162?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/2648832039879389162/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/12/memoirs-of-rmc.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2648832039879389162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2648832039879389162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/12/memoirs-of-rmc.html' title='Memoirs of RMC.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OwpjzwEwsKU/TvrU8MQMKRI/AAAAAAAAAhc/5ok8Sy-x21M/s72-c/DSCN0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-618781277177575582</id><published>2011-12-01T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T12:16:30.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="194" data-width="260" height="194" id="rg_hi" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTbHEn3L3q_UQ1-aonEwZwUG7cK004mH1iMnCYn1qVTItgy0f1Z" style="height: 194px; width: 260px;" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exam &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?﻿ :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam fnished. Books packed. Class cleared. So what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I ain't got the chance to go back now. For today, there ain't anything interesting to do.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not a big deal. It's about my days in college. It's almost OVER! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, and that's like, 3 weeks more or what? haha. I'll be marching before graduating. And the process is not going to be that "fun". Yeah. Fun. But yeah I'm gonna write about it for sure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions what fun stuff you could do here? haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-618781277177575582?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/618781277177575582/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-next.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/618781277177575582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/618781277177575582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-7284065947141838584</id><published>2011-11-30T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:27:25.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free!</title><content type='html'>(Supposedly, I got EST. If you don't count them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEH AKU DAH TAK DE PAPER LAGI DOH WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that sarcasm ends there. haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;Exams finished, what's next? I'm currently clearing all my books. See you later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-7284065947141838584?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/7284065947141838584/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/11/free.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7284065947141838584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7284065947141838584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/11/free.html' title='Free!'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-5584285093475160503</id><published>2011-11-25T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T11:22:39.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam, ker?</title><content type='html'>"Sila pastikan anda isi angka giliran dan no. kad pengenalan anda."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. You believed that? That quote was actually been repeated throughout the whole day for this exam you know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't the main point that I wanna say. The main point is, SPM is finishing sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the kind of&amp;nbsp;having the&amp;nbsp;habit of saying "it's okay, still got time to impove" but sooner if we waste it, well then too bad "you ain't got room to play around anymore". It's like the next day you're gonna say "oh fuck tomorrow is exam." ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today is different, you'd say, "was that really SPM? Dude, I'm doing Trial for THIRD TIME!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go, a big capital letters saying "WTF!?" and that was, SPM.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My explanation is really long right? But that is the reality. Most of my friends kept on saying to themselves, "dude I ain't doing Trial 3! can't sleep in exam!" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you were a junior or sooner taking SPM you won't notice this, later you'd see. Different people, different experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at myself for that reason. Up until now, I still can't believe how time flies so fast as if what happened 3 months ago and even more than a year ago felt like it was just &lt;strong&gt;"yesterday"&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe you're laughing, but this is what happens when you get older day by day haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the level of your IQ increases, your stupidity also increases. You know like the saying in physics, what you call &lt;strong&gt;"directly proportional"&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;And yeah that came out on&amp;nbsp;exam too HAHA!&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one more exam. Chemistry. I ain't that good at it. But pray and wish for my success. &lt;br /&gt;(and you know, it's just today I finally got a grasp of computer, after&amp;nbsp;weeks facing&amp;nbsp;books. haha.&amp;nbsp;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-5584285093475160503?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/5584285093475160503/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/11/exam-ker.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5584285093475160503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5584285093475160503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/11/exam-ker.html' title='Exam, ker?'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-1301527991411500562</id><published>2011-11-07T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:22:28.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat.</title><content type='html'>They call it the heat of exam, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it the rush, just begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the dusty files and everywhere I came to thought about my blog, as if this thing is a "physical" thing you could touch. And imagine if you haven't touch it or took it from somewhere or anywhere, of course, it would be really dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing some stuff, not some nerdy, flower-ish, exam oriented and schematic essays...pfft. Who'd like to do it after such a long time? You? Maybe someone out there haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing you have to know is that it's really funny to think about this. Have you ever thought that by next year (or perhaps this year) could &amp;nbsp;have been 11 years we are going to school? Maybe it is a geeky fact, but time really did pass so fast and I remember when I was just Form 2 asking myself why the hell school has so many long days to go before you pass out. Last year I thought of when would I be graduating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the day came in. I got exactly around 6 weeks before I could graduate out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't a fun fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm completely focused. I still know there is a long way to go, in a short time. But screw it, I'll make miracles you see. You better not miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so many rainy days of trying and falling, here it is. You'd come to a point where you're unsure of what to do. While there's so many things out there you see, it is as if you're a sitting duck. Anytime, you could fall. Doing something and doing nothing after all, is two different things. Either way, we should be able to differentiate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that if you really wanted something, the beginning is an important anecdote. It's how you begin, tells you your own story, how would you start it. Easy or hard, short or long, shouldn't be a question. While the main point is what and how you'd want something, that you really wanna get it. Lastly, the ending. How would you want to end, is important too. Sad, happy, it can be anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few more days or weeks, would be my long journey. I wish the RMC CROWNS 10-11 batch glory and pass with flying colours in SPM. May we be successful in the years to come and in SPM. For 11 years till now, and the next 20 more years to come determines our future.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 11072011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-1301527991411500562?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/1301527991411500562/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/11/heat.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1301527991411500562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1301527991411500562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/11/heat.html' title='Heat.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-4654119607065710944</id><published>2011-10-08T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:22:53.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For every reasons we live.</title><content type='html'>Isn't it better?&lt;br /&gt;When we think we can do our best, ultimately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every crossroads we could think of or we could've cross. There might be an answer somewhere on the horizon. Because for every moment we live, we would want the happiness to remain, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" id="il_fi" src="http://userdisk.webry.biglobe.ne.jp/004/958/73/N000/000/008/128883854283616218049.JPG" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am writing for a purpose. It has been a long time I did not write anything. I just did something that is just around or less than 30 days. My final exams of my school life. Yeah, screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every reasons we live, there was one definite reason why we still breathe. Because of the waves we are passing. Because of the challenges we took, we kept on moving forward. We don't want to be a total loser. We want to win. Simply, win. The challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it an exam, work or simply the things around in this world. In that sense, we think of why we should not be giving up hope of what we are doing. We just have something that we might not know, that it is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="212" id="il_fi" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V1oyjB4aJM/R_ni0NAyXQI/AAAAAAAAAo4/IuB3qf9PlPk/s320/taigukgi.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="211" id="il_fi" src="http://pafster.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/brotherhood-2.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first we laugh. But will we be with together until the end?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until the final words we say, people shouldn't gave up on hope. There might be something in the end. The world has no ends after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What am I babbling about? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah cya later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-4654119607065710944?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/4654119607065710944/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-every-reasons-we-live.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4654119607065710944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4654119607065710944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-every-reasons-we-live.html' title='For every reasons we live.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__V1oyjB4aJM/R_ni0NAyXQI/AAAAAAAAAo4/IuB3qf9PlPk/s72-c/taigukgi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-2238805727207876548</id><published>2011-10-01T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:44:49.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget.</title><content type='html'>"Someday you'll realize that the world is full of crossroads. And you don't know which one you wanted to chose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says. That teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "Where to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly for two years it has been in this college. It makes you think what kind of things we would face then right? :)&lt;br /&gt;Silly things you would remember when you were junior times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, people are forgotten through time. They fade through the white wall.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, am I forgotten? Or will I be remembered? And will remember them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left footsteps. And it fades. Leaving remnants behind for memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-2238805727207876548?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/2238805727207876548/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/10/forget.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2238805727207876548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2238805727207876548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/10/forget.html' title='Forget.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-488451509390938351</id><published>2011-09-16T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:44:49.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Unified Malaysia.</title><content type='html'>Today, is the 16th of September. Happy Birthday Malaysia. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it sounds too patriotic if I write this, but who the hell cares about it. It's my post. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I remember I read a book of Malaysians doing peacekeeping mission in Somalia. It was just a book with bunch of photographs and some of their stories and stuff so I thought it would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the quote of someone from there saying, "...do you want to live here where you constantly look out for bullets? do you want to live where you eat in a kitchen that is full of shrapnel? do you want to live here?..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that sentence is very meaningful to show how grateful we are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my instructor tells his experience when he was ambushed in Lebanon for peacekeeping mission. He was in a vehicle and suddenly a roadside vehicle blow up. Then there was people firing bullets at him and there was firefight. Luckily, he wasn't injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something to be learned of. If you were to be put into some place where you constantly look out for bullets, damn you're screwed for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selling scrap metals from bomb pieces, constantly watching out for mines. Like woah, life's really tough but just having the money to eat is really something meaningful for them I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today I guess. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-488451509390938351?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/488451509390938351/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/09/unified-malaysia.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/488451509390938351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/488451509390938351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/09/unified-malaysia.html' title='A Unified Malaysia.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-2277713097297344754</id><published>2011-09-08T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T20:39:23.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>People leave and forget.&lt;br /&gt;People died and left a name.&lt;br /&gt;But actions stayed.&lt;br /&gt;Great or worst. Nothing differs.&lt;br /&gt;So people remember.&lt;br /&gt;Those acts we did, they did or you did.&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, nothing has been fine or bad. Nothing good and nothing well. But my commanding officer changed already. He was a great man. Hopefully he'll be good in his new place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT. THE ULTIMATE, ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-2277713097297344754?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/2277713097297344754/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/09/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2277713097297344754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2277713097297344754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6607689829179341395</id><published>2011-09-04T04:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T04:37:37.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checked. Raya?</title><content type='html'>Hair cut? Done.&lt;br /&gt;Shined shoes? On the way.&lt;br /&gt;Books? 1/3 of them. Touched. (For the rest, go to hell.)&lt;br /&gt;Bringing myself to college? No. Not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFRaMs0IcAY/TmJMgxt4auI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-WIHCO5Cu6M/s1600/301790_10150285841279735_722619734_7916562_5987263_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFRaMs0IcAY/TmJMgxt4auI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-WIHCO5Cu6M/s320/301790_10150285841279735_722619734_7916562_5987263_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RMC Independence Day + Raya Celebration. Before going back. Pfft, nobody cares of what's happening around you when you wait. Or waiting for something. Everyone is taking pictures. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it is just normal. When it comes to "going back", I'd called that the "going back" symptom. You just feel it's so guilty, your steps becomes so heavy to head back to that place again. But never mind that. It's normal. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The wind was so cold outside that it blew me ferociously. I thought it was such a cool breeze.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Simpan ni elok-elok! Karang buat sambung belajar, senang! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Keep this well! Use it to further your studies, get it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That was the words of an old man, who gave me duit raya when I said "It's okay. I'm old enough to get it." haha. Pfft. Old enough? Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then it came with another dialogue. It was so common that everytime I visited other people's homes (whom some I never knew but my parents does haha!) heard of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kamu belajo lek-lok tau? // Semoga berjaya. // Good Luck"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Study well, ya? // Good luck. // Go kill yourself. (no shit. It's just a lame random sarcasm. :O ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know, shaking hands was a common thing we do. Asking for forgiveness before bidding farewell to everyone and etc. But then the other old man came up to me while shaking hands "Selamat Hari Raya // Happy Eid-ul-Fitr" with everyone said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Esok-esok jadi pegawai, ye kamu! *smiles*"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(The next time I see you kid, you're a military officer! Alright?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Those words become an anecdote for me to live on and continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though I was planning to hold those steering and fly in the sky, or pilot easier to say, I was speechless because it was those words that made me think. "Am I really heading there to become one?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I froze for a while that day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was just because I was thinking, do I have to repeat that one year I used to spent here to five years? Just for a process to become someone who commands other people and put those ranks on top of the shoulder (or epaulette you call those stuff?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such hardships. The process and the chronology takes patience and a strong will to move on. Even if, I've already been taught and know about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But God knows best. I should be working harder instead of thinking outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what did people say when they saw people making planes you saw today? They thought it was ridiculous. Stupid. Bunch of retards for thinking they could literally "fly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was not because a lump of metal that today we can travel the whole world right? It's all because we believe that it could "fly". Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWiaYNsG5Cg/TmJqkcgA5UI/AAAAAAAAAeI/028yWI9x6MA/s1600/wright_brothers_plane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWiaYNsG5Cg/TmJqkcgA5UI/AAAAAAAAAeI/028yWI9x6MA/s1600/wright_brothers_plane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wright Brothers did attempts to built the aircraft above. People wasn't so interested in US so they went to Europe where the French and Brits and every Europeans was interested in flying.&lt;br /&gt;Then they said, "Awesome!" and bingo. You got people flying some stuff until it become a war machine in World War I and II until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone got their planes. Now everyone can fly. - Air Asia (needless for me to highlight it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY enough. I wasn't going to turn this blog to more politics. Maybe. Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBnoBy6vVL8/TOQZuiGr5FI/AAAAAAAAATo/7loNsqNIWVE/s1600/aa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBnoBy6vVL8/TOQZuiGr5FI/AAAAAAAAATo/7loNsqNIWVE/s320/aa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. Just because they believe that it could fly. It just flew and goes up above the sky. Until now, people are still wondering how more than 5 tonnes of engine craft could flew up to the sky like a feather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the reason I wanted to become a pilot. I was fascinated by it. I believe I could. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the story. Simple as that. This, is my story. What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GREAT. THE ULTIMATE, ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asyraf Amir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-6607689829179341395?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6607689829179341395/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/09/checked-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6607689829179341395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6607689829179341395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/09/checked-raya.html' title='Checked. Raya?'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jFRaMs0IcAY/TmJMgxt4auI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-WIHCO5Cu6M/s72-c/301790_10150285841279735_722619734_7916562_5987263_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-1587795630529656914</id><published>2011-09-02T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:41:39.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Demi Cerita.</title><content type='html'>There's so much stories to tell, that I should write.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st of September 2010. Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;You know, when I heard those fireworks crackling, I remembered I lighted up one of those rockets. It flew off to the sky. My sister went off nagging that she was upset about me lighting one of those rockets. I think she didn’t get a turn to light one up. But yeah, it went on annoying and I fired it literally right on face. Luckily it didn’t hit her. Haha. Well it was to make her shut up. She was like “WOAH!” and yeah, I was dead for that reason. Do remember boys don’t do the talk, they “will” do something to make you “stop” talking. Boys will be boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Today, I don’t play those stuff anymore. And those kids don’t play them much either when it was back then. Yeah, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I sat around on the corner seeing kids playing around in the morning of first day of Raya. I saw one of those empty envelopes of “Duit Raya” or gifts containing money on them, lying on the floor and saw the kids were running so cherished because he collected lots of them. This year, is different than last year. Though it’s a bit quiet, had much joy and time with my family. I didn’t get those duit raya anyways. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It came to my curiosity when old pops came asking me “What do you work as?” and I was like, “Nah I don’t work. Still studying.” There was even a question, “What’s your rank, soldier?” That guy really thought I was in the real army. Okay, you'll be seeing one in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we think of Raya, when we kept thinking of it over and over again, we would imagine what would happen in the following years to come. Will we still celebrate them with our family?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will there still be kids yelling with joy playing firecrackers? Would we still be the same by next year? These are some of the questions that I asked myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This year marks my last of Raya as a school kid. "Dia masih bersekolah lagi." meaning he still goes to school. They don't give a damn about where do you go to school until they asked. You're still a school kid. But so far no one called me a school kid. Weird. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, I shall bade goodbye to my memories, as they are now the remnants of myself. I may no see some of them, they might not see me, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; might not see me either, for the next time to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's funny to see people had a common dream, to succeed in SPM, A-Levels, O-Levels, IB and everything. But eventually, they would get into different paths, following which way they would go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I breathe calmly, not to think of anything that would make my mind into a busy mode. But I could not. It would be wonderful if we are carefree, free from trouble minds and damn papers. Today, I'll try not to write as poetic as I would usually do, even if I love to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From now on, my blog will be simple as possible it would be. &lt;/b&gt;Suiting the title, of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have read of other people's facebook, twitter and stuff. I see how bonding are other people, how they missed their friends even if they are far away from their loved ones, family, friends and everyone. So there it is, the messages, the posts, the status with the likes. And likes. Yeah, Like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what would happen in the next 20 to 30 years? Will they still remember each other?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What if they forget? Will the bond they use to have grew weaker?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You say, maybe this is a worry where we should forget for the time being. But we didn't know where this would take us in the following years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But we have to realize, &lt;b&gt;"When there's a beginning, there's an end."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take care, for now. These are all the things I could tell and write. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8694996976257824673-1587795630529656914?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/1587795630529656914/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/09/theres-so-much-stories-to-tell-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1587795630529656914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1587795630529656914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/09/theres-so-much-stories-to-tell-that-i.html' title='Cerita Demi Cerita.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-9100943761188560573</id><published>2011-08-19T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:38:56.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories.</title><content type='html'>19th of August. 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just the first week of trials. And I don't know what to do. Like seriously, it's like putting your car at the edge of the cliff. Now you're just wondering what are you suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm doing now is to ease those tensions. Pfft, it has been such a long time I haven't updated my blog. It's unbelievably busy over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials? Let's give em hell. Tomorrow is the real story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-9100943761188560573?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/9100943761188560573/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/08/stories.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/9100943761188560573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/9100943761188560573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/08/stories.html' title='Stories.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-2772427961293117025</id><published>2011-07-16T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:13:36.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get myself into National Service. That means, I am free for a 3-month long holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what could I do in that months of waiting for the result of so-called "where-do-you-go-in-the-future?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little abnoxious. I don't know whether I should be happy or not. I guess I didn't really care if I did get it or din't get it. It doesn't really matter because I already know what would happen over there as what I've been through for 2 years. That is, after I graduated from here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I was planning to do is that I'll try to get PPL (Private Pilot License) and try some jobs? Over somewhere? I don't wanna stuck inside home and sit down like a retired veteran who'd just got out from a war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to plan I guess? Maybe. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's such a long time that I haven't write something out in this blog. I even forgot how &lt;em&gt;to write &lt;/em&gt;because of such long hours of studying. Pfft. Such hard things makes you forget small things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If words are too much to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If our world we live are too much on papers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such that has no difference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living off with a lie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living off with a barrier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Between sadness and happiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where time has given us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But flows away like the river to the sea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I think of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll think of distance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because a smile is so precious.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;That one day we cannot think of any kind of sorrow thoughts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blessed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As long as happiness existed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the other side of the sea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am happy, even if I am alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-2772427961293117025?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/2772427961293117025/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2772427961293117025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2772427961293117025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-it-is.html' title='So it is.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-356387208621559455</id><published>2011-07-10T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T16:43:08.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's last year, I wasn't there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"It's the last year, I wasn't there."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts went for a pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is 10th of July 2011, right? I hope you all have fun on IU day. I am going to remember this year, forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really know what to do. Things really did have changed if I go back to the past. I'm already big now. SPM is coming. Trials are so near and it is just like someone knocking the door in front of your house. But of all worries I worried about is, is not being able to do the best for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just how many days before the big exam is coming and school days coming to over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year's IU day, I remember I found just little or much of my friends. But only up to this day, I realize on how big is the impact of your old friends over new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is full of joint exploration studies. But now, I am not so enthusiastic meeting new people. Regardless, of whatever it is. I realize old friends, are very much something well to treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing on the edge of hills of my college, just after doing military examination: map reading. Shit it was hard reading bearing stuff and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, if the last friday was the last day I would ever see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How little things could be something treasurable, something that you could make it stay in your mind. Is a big impact to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, here it is. Here it ends. So long, everyone. I hope everyone is having fun. Thank you for that 2 and half years. It was great and I really do treasure it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-356387208621559455?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/356387208621559455/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-last-year-i-wasnt-there.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/356387208621559455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/356387208621559455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-last-year-i-wasnt-there.html' title='It&apos;s last year, I wasn&apos;t there.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-376685619314556887</id><published>2011-07-04T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:51:19.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Every Pages of My Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FU3yGG_iEhE/ThFe_rmUZfI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LRoeSzyjy0E/s1600/rugby2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FU3yGG_iEhE/ThFe_rmUZfI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LRoeSzyjy0E/s320/rugby2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625381857690674674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raining. Cold &amp;amp; wet. You won't see me, I'm somewhere in the center haha. Haka. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is Monday, 4th July 2011. With me, I'm going back to college.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, 2011. Holidays don't even seem like a holiday you know. I really don't understand why when I was a junior a year back then I really would want a holiday at least one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't happen when I'm a senior. Maybe I don't worry a thing except that big exam: SPM!  :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in this holiday off, I have learnt lots of new things. I finally get the picture of a normal school life how it revolves around and around, all day. It's all a whole new different thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the start of the classroom to the end of school, I realized that regardless of what kind of atmosphere you lived in, when you are labelled "student", you are no different that work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kind of work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's those stuff you get other than those in books, you also get it from your school events, classes, volunteer, sports and a whole lot more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But being busy did kept us alive. :) One of the reasons we live, today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not see you people as much as I could before, but one of the reasons why I could stand this far today is because of all you, exist in my world. Thank you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worry, joy, fun, tears. Whatever it could be, let it flow like the wind. When it is next year, I would really like to see everyone of us together laugh before we could really be sad.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sky is for everyone's dream. Definition for impossible is zero. Let's do our best this year. It's the last year before our school life ends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-376685619314556887?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/376685619314556887/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/07/from-every-pages-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/376685619314556887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/376685619314556887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/07/from-every-pages-of-my-heart.html' title='From Every Pages of My Heart.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FU3yGG_iEhE/ThFe_rmUZfI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LRoeSzyjy0E/s72-c/rugby2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-1306216466217083121</id><published>2011-07-03T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:09:27.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If we are missed. Between old and new chapters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2zgT09cNoA/ThF0zIXjJZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Ca7TW9qNr3c/s1600/bravo4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2zgT09cNoA/ThF0zIXjJZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Ca7TW9qNr3c/s320/bravo4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625405831330866578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oyX00vV25p8/ThFks_wAoTI/AAAAAAAAAck/BYwcdPQBT_o/s1600/bravo3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oyX00vV25p8/ThFks_wAoTI/AAAAAAAAAck/BYwcdPQBT_o/s320/bravo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625388133752283442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those brats and bunch of kiddos. We're bold, but brave. Not too dull, but smart. Bravo Company. Ah my squad, shooting competition. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People: How's life?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Yeah it's great. Busy still.&lt;div&gt;People: Why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Nah just went here to see all of you. I got holidays and nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People: Go inside the school, the whole school is missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Haha you're lying man! That could never happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People: Nah, it's good to be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *Paused* (I only smiled and gave a little laugh "haha.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up until today I don't know there's so many people missing each other including me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to visit my old school last Friday (1.7.2011). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was on my mind after what they say was "It's good to be missed but it was never easy to say goodbye." Then I thought "I never enjoyed being missed. Because I enjoyed being with them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind suddenly went blur and dazing in the past. I remember the first day I went out of this school gate for the last time, it was Friday, 2 days, before 25th of January, 2010. The day I left for my current college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what that person said "It's good to be missed" is something that questions on my mind. Striking with questions. What did I leave with or without regrets? Did I made the correct decision? How are they now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was never right or wrong. It was what we do after, good or bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melvyn: Go man, everyone's still there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Why bro? Not like I'm a student over there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melvyn: What the hell are you shy about? Go! You can enter!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? No restrictions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melvyn: (He only nodded)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suhaimie: (Waves his hand and telling me to come)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went in. What was weird for a place that I served for 2 years and half is that I felt I was in a foreigner's land. It felt weird, because I once call this place my second home. Probably my heart was more to my college. I felt I'm a foreigner and I feel much not welcomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's face was depressed. Not sad. But probably due to packed schedule they are busy. I understood because I too am busy with packed schedule, from day to night. Night classes, joint school exploration and stuff. My god, I never thought it could be this busy haha. It just keeps me alive and awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came into class, I found Wei Chong and Wei Sheng. It was weird that I didn't saw Wai Kit as he was or he would always be with Wei Chong. This time, is the first time I saw them not talking about DotA. They are talking about studies and doing a project. Of what? I don't know. Wei Chong was holding a camera. Wei Sheng was holding an umbrella and someone threw water with a basin from top floor to him. I guess they were photo-shooting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across Shawn and he was like studying at this moment. It really wasn't him and I was like "Dude no way man! You're in your basketball jersey in the evenings always, right?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably it's true what came to my ears that things have changed. Eunis, Cassie and Shaza was doing a database on the laptop. Shaza continued looking and reading at a paper. Him and his typical hair comb didn't changed haha. (I'm just remembering stuff, bro. Any wrong means I'm sorry. :D)  I quirked "Busy much? Hey." Both was like "Oh! Hi!" and waves. Cassie was like making a weird face and it was like "What the hell is he doing here?" I didn't talked about anything because they were after the time to finish work. Maybe I came in at the wrong time or the wrong day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to a pause to look for my steps, where the hell am I standing now. Shawn was of course, surprised to see me. Izzy and Suhaimie was like, "Dude, what the fuck are you doing here bro!?" We were laughing and talking like how's life and etc. Izzy is always with his long hair and walking around with a cool mood. Suhaimie is always with his steadiness. Everyone said I looked different and did not know it's "me". Is that a compliment? I don't know. haha. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was really busy. Tired faces are like everywhere. I didn't get a snapshot to put it on blog. In the end, I was waiting for the bus and found my best "bus" buddies. Why? I always talked with them after school in the past while waiting for the U32 and U36 bus. Joked with them the guard didn't let me enter school. Paranoid much for security? Haha, it was just memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if what revolves around the world are chaotic and full of mysteries, I found out I should worked hard because everyone just wanted to be the best. Everyone wanted to chase their dreams out. I think I'm lucky. Just lucky enough because I got friends like these people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either in my college, especially my squad. It's true what they say "you live and die with your squad." My batch at college or past school and everyone whom are my friends and passers by. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just felt they put a big hope on me seeing to be someone successful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just did. I need to work hard that dreams can be, yes they are reality. Simply because we want it, we believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year is the last year. It's just this year I would feel my senior year. My college years will be ended here. My school life will be ended here. It's an end for my 2 years chapters in this college. It will be a book that will be remembered in my whole life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After seeing everyone gradually changed, even at college, I felt things would eventually be a remnant. Memories would just be memories. We have to walked and pass by because nothing can be granted from the past. You can't rewrite what you have wrote on the previous page. As for today, you'll start a new one. A new page. Maybe a new chapter. As for tomorrow, you will put a full stop on the last word of your story. It then becomes a memory. That is life we live by today. Whether full of lies or truth, whether full of sorrow or cherish, it's what we breathe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one moment we will only stand by ourselves with no one else we knew, on a foreigner's land. No one knows us, because it's we are in a new chapter. Eventually the whole process repeats. We'll live by it. Memories are in the past, future is in the front. The present, we are here to write what we live today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then, begin to trust ourselves and start from zero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have graduated from my college. I am successful. I'm writing for the future."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I wanted to say in the next one year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone whom I know or reading this, let's work hard. It's only this year we can live our school life. It's only this year we have to try our best. And it's only this year, what determines us, for the future. And if you're not a senior, cherish it, before it's too late. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Asyraf Amir. See you soon in the next years to come, you'll see me as a military officer or a pilot later on. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. Saturday 2nd July 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-1306216466217083121?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/1306216466217083121/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-we-are-missed-between-old-and-new.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1306216466217083121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1306216466217083121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-we-are-missed-between-old-and-new.html' title='If we are missed. Between old and new chapters.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2zgT09cNoA/ThF0zIXjJZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Ca7TW9qNr3c/s72-c/bravo4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-4772768283470975605</id><published>2011-06-25T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:02:59.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspire</title><content type='html'>Here's a story. I'm currently at college. Finally I got myself a free time to do things I wanted to do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 15th June. It was teacher's day. Even though it's a little late, well I don't see there's much fun into it. Because you don't do much stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what amazes me up until today is that the people whom are older than us suddenly have the act of a teenager. Probably a kid. Seeing them doing them filling glass bottle with water with hand, walking with a brick, you know those sukaneka stuff is kind of amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought to myself, if I were one of them, in which I am already much mature and grew up older already, will I have the feeling to go back 20, 30, 40 years in time when I was younger? Seing myself wearing a pilot suit with a rank on sleeve, or maybe wearing an army uniform, then saying "if I could go back...", will I have that kind of regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of worry and blind things, which is invisible to us. We don't know until we put our step to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. When people see failure, they see it downwards. No better. No good. This is my opinion. I don't believe in geniuses. They are living textbooks, knew nothing, but content of textbooks. The ones who made miracles are the people who simply believe they could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's saturday. Starting from tomorrow marks the total of 19 weeks before SPM examination. Everyone is so scared of it, because it's their last year. But who wouldn't be if their future is at stake? Left, right, front, back or whichever path you triying to run, it will come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, really. There's nothing you could do other than shooting. Tomorrow is a big day maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I play sports with those big people whom I don't know. rugby. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-4772768283470975605?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/4772768283470975605/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/06/aspire.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4772768283470975605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4772768283470975605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/06/aspire.html' title='Aspire'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-4618367885693426046</id><published>2011-06-15T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:11:24.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith.</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes there are things you don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like doing questions, you don't know the answer. But you're certain that it is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's funny to think living in college you don't really know what to write. Compared to being at home, you really do have ideas, but little much you have time to write it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I think to be happy is, to be happy even if whatever outcomes you'll get. You tend to laugh. You tend not to be sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree does not fruit, when it is not sowed good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I thought about the old sayings. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blue sky is so calm. Your mind would just be at a peaceful state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell.&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-4618367885693426046?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/4618367885693426046/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/06/faith.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4618367885693426046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4618367885693426046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/06/faith.html' title='Faith.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-5493839867581901226</id><published>2011-06-13T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:21:12.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanted to fly.</title><content type='html'>Today.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing people changing really makes you think. How is yourself? Where do you stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to think something we can't see, much less, don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's normal to see helicopters or planes at college. Because it's very near to air force base and, it's basically military fort, of course. It just flew everyday at a low altitude until it reaches upright your head. haha. (no, no, no. of course at a safe distance. don't get me wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ones I like are aeroplanes. They're somehow, inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, sometimes you do get bored of standing and shut your mouth. So you tend to look at your surrounding. Then you go, "Ah, the weather is nice", "Hmm, awesome sky". It's pretty much random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But planes, they're never random. They're dreams. It's the fools who thinks a lump of metal can really fly. Yes, it does. Then I thought to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanted to fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today. Be it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-5493839867581901226?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/5493839867581901226/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-wanted-to-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5493839867581901226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5493839867581901226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-just-wanted-to-fly.html' title='I just wanted to fly.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-3497044745835755780</id><published>2011-06-08T14:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:46:45.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fullstop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's 1407H. Things are still a mess. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on the way back to college. I think I will miss my blog. Even if sometimes I kind of forgot to write something, I still have the tendency to do it. But what to do, work restricts me from doing all the things I wanted to do. Still, it kinda makes a messy atmosphere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbcQOr5LJnE/Te8adlErywI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4z3GFGnia3I/s320/229109_190018864377349_100001077094444_467273_3639058_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615736355824585474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Futsal at night, college. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really do much of things in these holidays. Which means when I am in college I have to finish this essay before 30th of June. 3000 words. That one, could be done, I think, I guess. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you all up to? I just wanna know. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was once I remembered, my friend ranting over going back to college early, "Everyone is at their home doing their stuff and what the hell am I doing over here?" haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought about remembering good little things and yeah. That statement was a little true and made me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this happy feeling when you are about to go outing or holiday at college. But it's otherwise when you're going back. You'd feel in doubts, time is just shorter than usual. You'd have a spiral of problems. You're just waiting of what's going to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it I guess what to write. Good luck everyone to whatever you are doing or facing. If anything screws up, shut your eyes, imagine that thing is gone. Open your eyes back, and smile. Nothing is going to happen if you panic. Try it, my advice. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile everyday, because that's what you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-3497044745835755780?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/3497044745835755780/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/06/fullstop.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3497044745835755780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3497044745835755780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/06/fullstop.html' title='Fullstop.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbcQOr5LJnE/Te8adlErywI/AAAAAAAAAbo/4z3GFGnia3I/s72-c/229109_190018864377349_100001077094444_467273_3639058_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-7775076375726978510</id><published>2011-06-06T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T02:44:35.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"How morning has sweet scent. Beautiful sunrise."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ihls2QIwJk/Te0fv5h39gI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jE8jexs0B-Y/s320/klsunrise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615179218158089730" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KL is a bustling city. It's busy. It's noisy. But it's where I stay, through that, I learnt the colours of Malaysians. Anywhere you go, you see different people with different languages. Chinese, Malay, Indian, English, Manglish (Hell I parshly understand it) and stuff. That's why it's unique. Haha. It's different from Paris. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holiday's are ending so soon. I guess we could call it, "the last summer"?  Haha. Everything is ending soon. Hey, talking about everything is ending sooner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 17 years, it is now the very last year, in fact I am ending my high school days. It has been great, great life-time experience. My college days are great. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as age oldens, we are missing each seconds everyday. It's a definite answer I'd like to reverse the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are getting classic, right? Everything now is just some kinda old stuff in my head. Far from new. But I feel that a day in a year is very short. It seems 24 hours doesn't seem 24 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are new indeed. Let's finish work anyways. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-7775076375726978510?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/7775076375726978510/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7775076375726978510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7775076375726978510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ihls2QIwJk/Te0fv5h39gI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jE8jexs0B-Y/s72-c/klsunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-3347113632066420046</id><published>2011-06-01T16:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T17:46:09.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGG9YzoKy1E/TeYJ3wtY4GI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZK1b4wTuo18/s1600/march1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words and pictures. They make people smile. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWmIcnrDWmM/TeX-oNtPoXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/NL6PIsOciZ4/s1600/park1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWmIcnrDWmM/TeX-oNtPoXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/NL6PIsOciZ4/s320/park1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613172477414842738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1Q2ESpo5xg/TeX-oETHN4I/AAAAAAAAAa4/GWLMz_6Aym0/s1600/lotusske.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGG9YzoKy1E/TeYJ3wtY4GI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZK1b4wTuo18/s320/march1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613184839136632930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1Q2ESpo5xg/TeX-oETHN4I/AAAAAAAAAa4/GWLMz_6Aym0/s1600/lotusske.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1Q2ESpo5xg/TeX-oETHN4I/AAAAAAAAAa4/GWLMz_6Aym0/s320/lotusske.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613172474889320322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful things, we forgot to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-3347113632066420046?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/3347113632066420046/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/06/flower.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3347113632066420046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3347113632066420046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/06/flower.html' title='Flower.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWmIcnrDWmM/TeX-oNtPoXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/NL6PIsOciZ4/s72-c/park1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-5877709090724432307</id><published>2011-05-28T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T18:20:21.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flutters.</title><content type='html'>"What we didn't realised is that things are very much like crossroads."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had come back since yesterday, I don't know what to do or what to say then. Things have become much distressed, much times were filled with huge activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me today, it's different. I have lots of works, in fact, tons of them. And nothing much. I don't know much but I'd rather stay in college. :D &lt;br /&gt;Probably it's the only place where I go to school. That's the simplest answer I can give haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe with yellings. Maybe with hard-knocks. But those didn't matter because it's already inside my memory now. I've cherished them, as a fruit in my chapters of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, today's holiday right?&lt;br /&gt;I am still not so sure of what to do. What are my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm currently in the middle of people walking around, me alone with the laptop. Streets. You constantly hear the annoying voices of kids yelling and screaming around. People chitchat. Complaining about stuff. Completely weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are we suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-5877709090724432307?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/5877709090724432307/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/05/flutters.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5877709090724432307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5877709090724432307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/05/flutters.html' title='Flutters.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-7344172330176630055</id><published>2011-05-14T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:51:10.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>To think further for something you can't really see, is something impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Really, or is it the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being all by yourself is some kind of challenge you'd have to go. It's an honour to do challenging things by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on thinking when other people say "don't worry, there's second chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the big question is, &lt;strong&gt;will there be a second chance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people work hard for some small things? Why do people work for something that they simply "love it"? Why do people run over some hard things, sometimes they tend to find the problem and make their days complex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When failure comes, you'd become sad. But failure doesn't chose you. It comes to &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tend to hear, &lt;em&gt;"No worries, you can still try again."&lt;/em&gt; But I kept on thinking &lt;em&gt;will there be a day when I can say "I can still try it again."?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably logical to say that. But if we think deeper, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what if tomorrow never comes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's all about &lt;em&gt;what if. &lt;/em&gt;It's never without &lt;em&gt;what if&lt;/em&gt; if you had never been through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to release my next breath, that is the last one, will I be able to comply all the promises and the dreams I made? Will I be able to furfill my wishes of what I want to do and to accomplish in my school days? What's more after my school days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking back from class, I stopped. I looked at the sunset behind the hill where my college was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused for awhile. I had thought about how, where and when am I suppose to be. That's why we see people smiling because of some small achievements. That's why we see people happy because they love what they're doing. Even though it's hard, they simply loved it. Such simple things, makes people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably that was the answer. But when your dreams becomes like a mindmap, it has become like an option. More like a crossroad. Which path you should take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things indeed are sometimes hard. But still we had a tendency to try it. That's the reason why we continue to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an honour, I guess, to move on. Fight until the last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.5.15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-7344172330176630055?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/7344172330176630055/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/05/drawing-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7344172330176630055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7344172330176630055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/05/drawing-tomorrow.html' title='Drawing Tomorrow.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-3389529259597328222</id><published>2011-05-07T13:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T15:19:35.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet.Distanced.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"It's spring is it? A year is almost ending."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile I left my blog. As soon as I reach the keyboards here, I don't know what to write, haha! I now rather don't go around and play because exam is near and the stress, is tremendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it's been long time I haven't writing. Allow me to express some, I guess? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's Spring, is it? The sakura blossoms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The petals scatters, like our dreams. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wind that blew to my face. Sigh, how many days that it has passed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I twirled the pencil as I think of what to write.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How distanced are we, aged by time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I walk where we had laughed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things looked like black and white film.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures. Nostalgia. You pastellize my landscape with colours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not at my level to define, I can't. It's too colourful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paths we follow. It leaves steps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thousand step it is, but it leaves doubts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But as I move to the stairs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those pictures you pastellize leaves remarkable memoirs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But as I look back, will they, us, you or whoever it be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the places we used to laugh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Facing front, I continue to smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was yesterday, was only remnants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was now, is only myself facing tomorrow. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adieu. Goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I faced front.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only smiled and walked away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010.5.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-3389529259597328222?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/3389529259597328222/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/05/quietdistanced.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3389529259597328222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3389529259597328222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/05/quietdistanced.html' title='Quiet.Distanced.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-7496709105055653739</id><published>2011-04-24T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:00:10.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes and Regrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Probably I had not known myself yet. A thousand step is like ten thousand journey."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been walking and going on in my life. I tried to search, what is the colours of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still searching. Still going on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably I had made so much mistakes, but I continue learning. It came up to my mind after going through lots of debate session and training. It doesn't matter to me, win or lose, it's all about how you play the game. The thing that came up to my mind and drew a sunset in my mind is that. That is, when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We never did say think about our past. We tend to forget them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of sudden, there was peace time in my mind and it flows every pictures of what am I now. I didn't smile nor laugh. I just thought its really memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand. We tend to make mistake to us ourselves perfect. Its a cycle. We tend to try things new in our life. Through hardship, fury around us, is a hurdle we have to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to say after failures,&lt;em&gt; "I shall return."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through all those, I smiled. I smiled at it. Things already happened. Whether sad or triumph, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have done mistakes with my friends, which I thought about now. I don't how far it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful I am able to breathe. Thank you for making such memorable films in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.4.24&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-7496709105055653739?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/7496709105055653739/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/04/mistakes-and-regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7496709105055653739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7496709105055653739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/04/mistakes-and-regrets.html' title='Mistakes and Regrets.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-2384083700279730816</id><published>2011-04-10T00:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:08:53.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gradually Fades: Form V, Last Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Is it the time was too fast, or that I have been dreaming?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I said to myself as I looked at the clock (this morning). It was 0600H. I thought I just felt some joyful moments of my life, but it was just a dream. After marching practice, I got 2 days 1 holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day is only a dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yx9jNzE2Cn4/TaFC-YhUyUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cpml_dEVPTU/s320/me%2Bon%2Bboard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593825851672414530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was quite as if things were really calm. Everything is quiet. That is on straits of Johore. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still. For me, I feel that I was naive knowing things were actually easy, but it is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, I think it is okay if my writings are not heard nor read, but I just wanted to write. So it's nevertheless for me again to say "what up?" in every of my post or the chatbox anymore I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But up until now, I have made a promise between myself that I would be more matured. So up until today, I still haven't found an answer to what it is to "win" in life. Is it trophy? Is it memories? Is it your friends? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer wasn't there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real reason why I went to college is because I wanted to search my answers for my questions. Rather than knowing other people, I would first look through myself, where have I gone wrong before this in my past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Don't get me wrong here, but true that we gotta move on because we're so busy of our lives. Time was so far to so few. But indeed I don't deny I still like my form 3 life where everything was there and you dont need to do anything. When it comes to form 4 especially form 5, you gotta start strategise what you are going to do, plan what you gotta do before your school life ends and strive your best to do well in exams. I don't blame it on anyone, friends nor everyone for what had happened. We all in fact, have the common dream, to succeed in life. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I really mean is, this year is my last year in school. If I would list out lots of things in my life, I would greatly and honouredly repeat those years and create much better situation. Too bad clocks would only move forward, which means we are now getting older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nothing is there to repair the past. It's just like the way it is. I could only smile to what it is already. I wish to thank you to everyone who coloured my life here. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if I came to places I have been to before during my school times, I imagine of remnants of memories, where did I used to hangout and etc. It's been fun stuff to do. 2 years, indeed is short, not long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what's next? Good luck everyone, to whomever reading this. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Hanya tinggal kenangan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-2384083700279730816?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/2384083700279730816/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/04/gradually-fades-form-v-last-year.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2384083700279730816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2384083700279730816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/04/gradually-fades-form-v-last-year.html' title='Gradually Fades: Form V, Last Year.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yx9jNzE2Cn4/TaFC-YhUyUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cpml_dEVPTU/s72-c/me%2Bon%2Bboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-3771996528961810722</id><published>2011-04-02T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:47:07.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days to Walk By.</title><content type='html'>"Stick to your stance, be persuasive, for that you are able to lead." That's the sentence I still remember, kinda, I said that in Johore. I still remember some of the things and I think that it is one of the most precious times I've ever joyed over. Finally I knew that the world is just small, but we didn't even know that there are people who are much talented or skillful than us. I can count by fingers on how many days it was, yet it was so much special that we didn't even think about works, we laugh like nothing is happening. haha. :D I was representing Malaysia for the mini-UN thing. ah I thought it was another experience other than when I was in France, slightly different though. :D But to summarise up my days, I think it's memorable. The conference was set up by Johore Student Leader but hell on the first day I never knew that it's actually the only one in Malaysia. If Malaysia had done one in Kuala Lumpur, well too bad it'll be some years after this. Darn! haha! XD To continue my summary, I would say, at the point where 4 days had actually become like more than 1 year or 2. Friends just happened in a split of seconds. Ideas and opinions are exchanged, I thought everything was done maturedly. From that point of view, I insisted myself I'll become mature from that day. :D Secondly, our last day. I saw the whole group was crying and having sad faces, group-hug each other. Me, Izzul and Harith (of course the guys from RMC) were like, staring at them. Deep down in my heart I was like,"Woah, they're like one squad you know." Then I recalled the moment where my friend a year ago who died and my squad was like super-cooperative, stick together and go in one group. It was then I thought, sweet moments of them. Only the word "Them" I guess I could say. :D But the 3 of us from RMC were still speechless, and we were just like listening and laughing to their whole conversation. Recalling moments of theirs where they shared food, sleep in one place for 11 people (not sure I think. haha! sorry if its wrong.) And then remembering every laughing and mistakes. Everything. I thought it was beautiful. Awesome. We just laugh, and place our shoes in theirs until Izzul came up to me and said "I don't know why but I felt we are like jsl right now." *laughs* I'd give him a smirk and told him "Hell yeah like we are." :D We really did wish we were but placing in their shoes inside them, I guess we three can already recall our Form 4 moments. So which is why we understand haha. Another thing is that in the hotel lobby, there's NO ONE except jsl members and us 3 from RMC. From there I learnt that it was so short, all walks of our life are different yet true and cherishful feelings are everywhere. My junior times was you could say, dark, hard and so on. But theirs was hard too, around God knows how many applicants are they, maybe thousands, only around 30 were chosen. Yet friendship is like a strong bond you can never let go, or you don't dare to let go. ;D Well that's it for short. I can tell more but that'll be like an essay, yet I haven't still, finished my works. Goddamn presentations. They screw my happy times. XD haha! So, see you soon I guess? "A flower may blossom twice, but trees grow once." Asyraf Amir. 2350H242011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-3771996528961810722?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/3771996528961810722/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/04/days-to-walk-by.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3771996528961810722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3771996528961810722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/04/days-to-walk-by.html' title='Days to Walk By.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-5517362561494515371</id><published>2011-03-17T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T09:04:38.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dense or Depth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Jungles, leeches, sunburn, swamp and sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CxlGPRuo1WY/TYQAAuPGy2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/_kdLz4Vt5_Y/s320/rmc12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585589450257648482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Experience really did taught you the means to move on. Learning something from bitter is somewhat like to get its sweetness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Crap, where the hell am I?" is the first question when I arrived at the starting points. Roads are barely don't look like roads but more like jungle tracks. Welcome to Perak. Somewhere in Perak. The place was pretty much surrounded by hills and trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is backbone of Malaysia, the Titiwangsa Mountains. Foods we eat are rationed. We're used to sharing, so it's no problem. On the second day itself, the expedition starts. It's 0400H, still dark and the villagers nearby are still sleeping. Sometimes you hear dogs howling for nothing in the middle of the night. I woke up on 0230H for guarding tents. Up until there, I couldn't sleep anymore. The villagers open up their doors just to see us walking up in one line. We were told to walk in tactical, in one line. We have to stay close with the people in front of us. If they're running, then we gotta run. Gotta catch them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. It's a long way up. Carried two bags of my group with my own bag. And hell it was really heavy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then rafting is the place where I got sunburn. Shit, it hurts. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all these days. I finally able to understand why each one of us wouldn't stay long. It's because when we are in trouble, some of us wouldn't carry on other's burden on our backs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thinking it seriously, I remembered I arrived to the place where they called it "Tanah Merah" on crossing the border between Perak and Pahang. In front, the other team is waiting for the people behind. Behind me, is the people who'd carried the sick people. Me? I'm in the middle of nowhere where I'm just alone, walking. Goddamn hikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, if you're talking about it, I can't even see their tracks and any signs of them in front or near me. It's just absurd. But I understand my job was the "connector" between the people in front and the back. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But from here, I can see that when there's hardship, it tests on how patient you are and how conscious you are. It's just awesome to see how have you pushed yourself to the limit and finally you are reaching over there making it to the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I could say. For today. Anytime I'll continue. Roger out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. 201103170903H&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-5517362561494515371?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/5517362561494515371/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/03/dense-or-depth.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5517362561494515371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5517362561494515371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/03/dense-or-depth.html' title='Dense or Depth.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CxlGPRuo1WY/TYQAAuPGy2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/_kdLz4Vt5_Y/s72-c/rmc12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-3973727286669849023</id><published>2011-03-05T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:27:52.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Far's End</title><content type='html'>"Even the sound of rain frightens me when it's in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold, windy and dark. I can't see anything. Thunder studded repeatedly outside. But I continue to cheer myself. It's nothing. I really did worry of nothing. They say "If you're going through hell, keep going." It's 0400H in the morning. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really. Closing your eyes while your hurdles are still there is like, denying what is in front of you. In the end, you'd really get nothing. The problem is just "there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. For a while and an ultimate 5 years, I never really did thought about I was going through juggling so much activities and worries. Studies, works, sports, banyak deyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really. Thinking for a while, I more like seeing myself putting on risky things for a greater outcome or achievement. Time was really running out. At one point I really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they say, "If you're going through hell, keep going." :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd heck use that principle. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks on the way I would be somewhere around the Banjaran Titiwangsa. Titiwangsa Ranges? Well, it's basically. A hill. Mountain. Whatever you can call it. Starting from Perak and end up somewhere in Terengganu. Long way? 20KM? Bamboo rafts? Maybe swamps and those big ranches that got crocs on it? I don't know. But it sounds adventurous. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what I did now is trying to think a solution what should I do. Sounds funny sitting like nothing is happening and like "no-where-to-go"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, that's not me. I always have solutions. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is really happening in my old school and also my old life. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much to say, when I open up my facebook and it turns up a lot of news of it. Everything is pretty much new. I'd smile around with myself seeing new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally could put a full-stop here, without thinking what to write. I still don't know what to put up here. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-3973727286669849023?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/3973727286669849023/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/03/fars-end.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3973727286669849023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3973727286669849023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/03/fars-end.html' title='A Far&apos;s End'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6773684015097984295</id><published>2011-02-06T09:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T10:36:47.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Blossom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey. I think I posted too little for this holiday.&lt;div&gt;I don't and I am not sure because probably I wouldn't have that much of time you see in college. To post some stuff. Haha. Kinda feeling regrets over here, XD. Sorry. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The works they give were endless and just too much. Moreover I spent days in the hospital. Well not me, my family. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TU4IojwwbFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/_5QiWczfQxw/s320/sakura..jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570399281991412818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, is sunday. Basically, I didn't really realize it was already Sunday! Moreover I was, indeed didn't know of what to say now. Haha! So, today I'll be going back. So sad to so much but yeah its kinda weird. Little to much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is like petals of cherry blossom. They part, they brittle. And they scatter in autumn. It's branches would covered with snow during winter. But they flourished during spring, and making summer look beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The progress of people somehow makes us think and learn from it. Either we fall, we stand up for the eighth time or more. Gradually people would succeed in their exams. And gradually people would fall sick or paralyzed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in march or february, there is probably higher probability I will go to Titiwangsa hills/ Trans-Titiwangsa. Goddamn why the hell people in the middle of exam will go over there. Aish! haha! It may sound absurd but hopefully it's fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I heard today would be the day people going to colleges for the form fours now? Haha! Well to those who would start a new life, an era of college years would be created. On your guards people. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes! I forgot. It's the second of the month, february. haha! Back in college would make a thousand questions of what is going to happen seriously. But it's kinda mixed feelings as the holidays were that short and I didn't think it'd be like this short. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I guess see later everyone? Maybe I won't be back on holidays for about, a month or two. But preparing for the worst. Of course. Haha! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's a long time I didn't write, here I would. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The wind changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Season flies as time passes by we grew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cherry blossom parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, memoirs are created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing is forgotten."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To be all by yourself, standing alone, is a journey."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011 est une derniere fois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-6773684015097984295?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6773684015097984295/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/02/cherry-blossom.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6773684015097984295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6773684015097984295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/02/cherry-blossom.html' title='Cherry Blossom.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TU4IojwwbFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/_5QiWczfQxw/s72-c/sakura..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-4443728438340958828</id><published>2011-02-06T09:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T09:59:04.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strength For A New Start. (4th February 2011)</title><content type='html'>"I didn't know or think where should I go."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey. It's been long ever since january ago I haven't blogged anything. You know, it has been far too long I haven't even touched pens and papers to write out something and things like I usually do. Sports, study and everything revolves around until the end of the day, it's worth to sleep. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All round and round from college it seems so weird odd. Ups and downs I have learned, but it was never boring. Sad or happy are the only two things that came to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it starts! Inilah hikayatku. 25th of January. 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember the date as it was clearly on my mind, the start of bitterness. My steps finally changed from a step to one million or more journey. I would retell the story of how was it like, to be known in the "Boys Wing." I thought things go smoothly, but it was a little hard. Order are given with bark, they shout. I thought that it was standard, normal thing. On the evening, it was aerobic run with the seniors. Running around 2.4KM. Then it was done three laps, that's around 7.2KM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16th January. 2011. I wasn't on duty. But I was tasked guide the juniors to their rooms, making them suiting the environment. I wasn't doing anything special though. Only such little things. Just guiding the juniors to their rooms. They wore white longsleeve T-shirt, black shoes, black slacks, black tie. Looks like their attending a funeral ceremony. But as usual. They got some confused face, they're still do not know what to do. Well, nothing of my concern anyways haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are more things to say but it just couldn't fit over here. Believe me, I thought I was going to end my debating courier. Haha! But that has changed. I started really thinking. Am I going to put a full stop over here? Wait, it was really unfinished I thought, that day when I qualified I started to think that I didn't give my best shot. Then I tried again, I made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that things are very much or quite hard to understand. But you got to make it clear. Indeed I do not understand it at first, but yeah! Sometimes you gotta do what do you gotta do. Probably choices are there, but if we didn't do it, we regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't think of the holidays passes by too fast or too short. But it feels. Sad. Lonely. Nothing did really happened. It just happened too fast and too little I thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: 14px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you were to die, then do what is it to live. If you were to live, then do what is it before to die&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Wonder what's next? I'll blog later. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Happy Chinese New Year those celebrating it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Asyraf Amir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8694996976257824673-4443728438340958828?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/4443728438340958828/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/02/strength-for-new-start-4th-february.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4443728438340958828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4443728438340958828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/02/strength-for-new-start-4th-february.html' title='A Strength For A New Start. (4th February 2011)'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-8718288067411625357</id><published>2011-01-05T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:16:11.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello. What up? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TSSlYMVFafI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jmE-C76WEVg/s320/kimi%2Bstation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558749675127138802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Facing the next day is a challenge. Like a swing saw, events usually repeats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my birthday. "Happy Birthday. You're 17."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just walking and moving on currently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now, there were too many posts and I currently busy preparing for tomorrow to get back to college. So yeah, thank you for your wishes though. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for today, I don't know what should I write you know. I'll be going back to college by tomorrow. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today would be the last me blogging in holidays, but hey it's so sad that I didn't post as much as before. I targetted at least once a day I post a blogpost. That didn't happen, much. As I was organising things well of what to bring and what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey! Today I was going to buy books, the bus couldn't be any meaner to drop me off out in the rain. The rain was nice though oh well I've got used to it. Luckily my books survived and ain't get wet. On the way, I thought it was going to Jusco but nah I was dropped at my old school. Haha! But little to none, there wasn't that many of people waiting in the bus stop. I stopped halfway and wait for the bus to come to send me off in the nearest LRT station. While waiting I saw Priya and her form 1 junior debater. That word debate reminds me a lot of the things I went through. I remember the ones that how is it juggling time with studies and your college life as a junior. It was pretty much harsh, though concentration was always distrupted. I learnt that even though some achievements are happy to come by, there's a sad part that you should always remember and that is the parts where you got yourself through hard time. I am grateful that I survived a year for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I saw Eunis on the way. haha! Much she did the face "wait, who's that?". haha! Now you remember the date, aye? Nah that ain't mater. It was fun talking though while waiting for the bus. And much to that, all people are unique. The way they think, the way do, is what differentiates between one to another and it makes the world beautiful, all the way. People that colour your life and so that you would learn new things one by another. Progress might be slow, making mistakes and et cetera. But that makes you perfect. You'd be remembering the things you're with them and memories are nice to remember on. High school is only once in a lifetime no matter how different you took it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one way or another, saying goodbye is really hard, right? For the way, we live. Tomorrow I'll be going back and prepare for college life. It's the last year, a senior year. Aish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, new year means new things. I don't have much things to write in this post, so yeah. I gotta go and bye. Have fun in anywhere you go. If there's a wall break it. On the shore of sadness, there's always a rainbow of happiness. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-8718288067411625357?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/8718288067411625357/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/01/remembering.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8718288067411625357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8718288067411625357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/01/remembering.html' title='Remembering.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TSSlYMVFafI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jmE-C76WEVg/s72-c/kimi%2Bstation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6592464278488525500</id><published>2011-01-04T03:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T04:18:49.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Front, You See.</title><content type='html'>Using "hello" seems odd for some time. haha! XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, what up? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose to blog earlier ago but damn why I forgot haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I heard the rantings and complaints such as not being able to be in the same class anymore. That's quite sad. Even though as in, now I don't face such case, I do understand it. Cheer up you people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AH! That means, no more the legendary super noisy class, 4 Hemah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what to do? If we wear a wristwatch, then it's no use we hope to see the needles moving backwards while we use it, right? What I mean is, as seconds pass by, it's not only 1 second or probably 2 or 3 digits of that watch would change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually everything around us, alters. That's why you see cars on the road are moving, the weather is changing, sky scrapers buildings are rising and humans developing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing this situation, I understand because it reminds me of what I went through. I could laugh at my stupidity at that time. haha! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know whether it is or not, but the very first time that you'd step into a classroom or the new atmosphere, it is almost you felt like you're alienated. Or what not, you'd just stare out of the class window and try to see the skies and remembering moments of last years or the past. If not you'd daydream. As usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that it every road we'd walk in one way or two, there would always be obstacles messing around. I tried to understand them so that I'll become better, but somehow that makes me sad of the things that happened. At a point when there's no one giving you a hand, you'd somehow become lost in the middle of the sea. Finally it's really up to you, to believe in to yourself. Being confident and stand up as one person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in relating to this, at first you might've feel dumb. Then in the middle you'd feel a whole lot dumber than never. Then you'd feel that you should miss something important in your life. Sadly the world revolves around, people eventually walk to their respective dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in here, I got nothing more to write. I think you should just accept it. It's not a coincidence but I believe that there's no secret to get something you want. You just have to believe and do the impossible. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in conclusion, there's one thing that you need to understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything that happens, it would be a memory.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst, Best, Traumatic whatever hell it is, everything you do it's going to be something that you would remember. And that's why everytime you pass something that is hard, you would like it and treasure it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. Half of my life now is to the college. While the rest is outside. I don't know whether I could meet everyone else or ex-classmates and members after this. But there's something unique and something special that is always stayed like asphalt on our mind, which differs each of us from one to another people. That is our story which brings cherish moments in our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you're reading now is my story. This is my story. I don't know how far it is. I don't know how long it is and how is it going to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's move forward, we don't know what's there. It might be something amazing, something sad, but in the end, we'd find something that we'd remember forever. We'll find something, I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-6592464278488525500?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6592464278488525500/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/01/using-hello-seems-odd-for-some-time.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6592464278488525500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6592464278488525500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/01/using-hello-seems-odd-for-some-time.html' title='In Front, You See.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-1022813974349286243</id><published>2011-01-02T22:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T02:04:57.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Departures and Let's Move Forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From now on, I'm not gonna start with: "hey". I'm gonna start with "hello". Trying to. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello there. What up? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty-Eleven. What say you? &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the 2nd of January 2010. Tomorrow all government schools would start off schools by 3rd of January, on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all. Like, there's no tomorrow. This is the last school holiday that they would have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From my very point of view, last year of school would've be something to remember about. Something that draws a gap in our life between the outside world and the present life we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see a new year, of course I would be happy. But in that taste of happiness, I would also have a little worries. I mean, what to do of the things that has passed? Should I be regretting them? Saying moving on might've been easy, but indeed making your foot to cross the line is harder than the very first time you tried to walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving always makes some worries. You never know what you'd get next year. 2011? What more could happen? What kind of dissaster would flow out? What kind of good things would happen? You see, you never get to that kind of point where you could stand up and say "I'm hell of a man/girl now" until you'd finally been through all the things you'd have to go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes things more unique in everyone's walkway is that there would always be a mixture of happiness, sad, and until you feel like the path you walk is like a wheel. From the beginning of january, there would always feel regret, or even if fate comes, you never know the one you saw last would be the last. Many things could happen, and finally you could pull out a deep breath when it's all settled down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really make or do a checklist of a resolution for every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do a very sole objective. It's like, in an operation, you'd only have one main thing to do. But in that one main thing, there's lots of things. You get what I mean? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So do I have to say it? Well here it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My resolution is, I would want to end my school life with memories, achievements without any regrets. I would walk out honourably with passion and glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It pretty looks simple, but to me, its meaningful. I would say, it's a summary to all the things, regardless of what I have to achieve, it's a complete one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, 2011, is the last year I would debate or not even debate at all. The word "debate" has already been part of me, something I love to do with passion at college, but it also leaves scars in my life that I would never forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In another words, I wanted to pass out of my school or my college with lots of laughs and smiles that I would remember forever. It doesn't have to be people in the college, in fact it can be anyone, even outside college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TSC8YmkTrdI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TMfVk1eSDlE/s320/a%2Bfrigate%2Bleaves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557649071030906322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's like waving goodbye to a ship. You'll look out for something out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I wouldn't want to do achievement with risk being splurred or failures. Let's put an end to failures, it's time to buck up. A year of scar, unhealed wounds with bandages still intact is enough for all the kinds of lies or whatsoever it is. No, it's not running away but the point is, I'm gonna give a full 100% effort to all what I'm doing without anything flaws in it if possible. I have tasted how is it like to do a mistake, and so it is, that pain teaches me not to do it again. Therefore I am not repeating it back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether it is or not, I am going to make it memorable, I don't know if it's hard, but putting that "full stop" symbol to what you're doing is what you always wanted. Therefore to avoid failures, flaws are possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe the optimistic. I would ask myself why do I chose the hard way while there's a whole lot easier way to end my school life. I could just wear that white t-shirt to school like the other school boys did. But I don't. I believe if we move on or seek an adventure, we would find an inner or outer things of ourselves. When I start, I'll end it. While I breathe, I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly of my words here, I don't know whether I am good, great, bad, worst to all of you. Was I a good friend? Did I leave something you don't like in the past? Who knows? Like last year, 2010 was full of happiness and sorrow. I didn't think it was going to be very happy but it also was going to be very sad. I didn't think that I would've learned a lot in which I myself have thought that I was good and better person. In fact, I should've asked myself again and again. Was I? I didn't and don't know that all the things I been through in 2010, whether I become better person or not, I could say I am in becoming "the best quality".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad to think, eh? But even so, it's these kinds of hardship that I think I would need to face in the future which I could set a mindset to myself, of becoming better and more successful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TSC75sadMOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/l7vHeJ0IlCs/s1600/aa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TSC75sadMOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/l7vHeJ0IlCs/s320/aa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557648540024254690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Face up and let's move forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Departures? Let's not talk about it. We haven't graduated yet. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to face reality and make our resolution an achievement. With that, I'm happy enough to say, my friends and everyone I know did colour my life. Let's make this year somewhat like a canvas, or a painting that is an expensive. Easier to say, much treasureable moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's move forward, we don't know what's there. It might be something amazing, something sad, but in the end we'd find something that we'd remember forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-1022813974349286243?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/1022813974349286243/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/01/departures-and-lets-move-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1022813974349286243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1022813974349286243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2011/01/departures-and-lets-move-forward.html' title='Departures and Let&apos;s Move Forward.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TSC8YmkTrdI/AAAAAAAAAW8/TMfVk1eSDlE/s72-c/a%2Bfrigate%2Bleaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6801328619441537628</id><published>2010-12-31T21:03:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:04:46.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End, After A Decade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TR3h_uYep0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/DKc0cKNu1GM/s1600/rmc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TR3h_uYep0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/DKc0cKNu1GM/s320/rmc6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556846000143771458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Howdy! It's 0630H, still dark. And we're out to march haha! It's seconds before Passing Out Parade. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey. What up? ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm writing up this post because I felt like I have to do something before its 0000H. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making a slight difference between 1 to 1000 is definitely hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, seeing everyone change and growing is definitely unique you know. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at here, I would like to say, a full stop to conclusions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 was a pain in the ass but hell yeah it did made me happier than never. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's lot's of things that happened throughout the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks you people, I learned what was the meaning of to live and the real meaning of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TR379O7aZzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-i3lv95tWJU/s320/rmc1%2560.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556874544642942770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wuhu! Not my parade, but I was in it. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would clearly state out here that 25th of January 2010 did made a difference in my life in which I myself can't forget for the rest of my days. Either before and after, I didn't think it was that much of perfect beginning but it definitely taught me how to closely be a man and stand out stronger. Even much of some pressure, I'm grateful today I could still breathe to see the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TR3h_dSshkI/AAAAAAAAAV0/FgyPj14czm8/s320/rmc5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556845995556111938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding a sword that is for marching is a little naive as it's not for you, but why not try "something out of the box?" That sword ain't for me but it's my form 5 one haha. I hold gun while marching anyway, the sweet M16A1.  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone, I'd like to say over here, I'm sorry if I had done something that probably wrong. As I said before, I was a little confused or having much of crossroads, how should I change and where were my weak points? Family, friends in from VI, SAB, RMC uh every school I know in KL I guess, yeah. I think from now, I could say I'm still solving and matchmaking the puzzle pieces altogether. It's not perfect,  I'm trying the best optimum.  :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So 2011, is there. And Malaysia is an hour away. Happy new year everyone. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait. SPM? 17 years old? In the deepest core of my heart, I'd say shit. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about SPM, I'd say I think I'm repeating back everything I went through in PMR years. Thousands of revision, test and finally, the exam. The intensity is higher than expected I guess. But nevertheless that, I'll say, I hope it'd be much of cherishful year as it was back in the year 2009. More cherishful. Things don't come back I know, but everyone could make a difference either big or small, or much to say from zero to one and so on. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad to say, and to be honest, I do feel bored and lost without my buddies and friends like Melvyn, Yikky (Yik kai), Hakeem, Brandon Woon and so on. I can't deny that was really the noisiest yet fun class "tahap dewa". wow! Wai Kit and Wei chong, Shawn, Xi Yuan, Kar Yan, Twins Sheau li+wen, and MCAs haha! The unpredictable girl, Eunis (-.-). haha XD! and everyone I know and met. But what to do, time has changed. I still do, enjoy RMC. Debates and etc. We'd have to forward all the way. I'll do my best in everything I do. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in general, you coloured my life from black to white to colours of the rainbow. Somewhat more than that. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TR378FYqhJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LVJNf5x0tv8/s320/%2528%253D%2B034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556874524901409938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rainbow. That was in france though. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TR33CI_sePI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cUrqtVmKsDM/s320/rmc7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556869131391498482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 111px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry, the image is zoomed from a bigger picture I cropped it. But hey, that's hell of one of me. ;DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, cya everyone. I end this post on 31st of December 2010, T-30minutes to 0000H. Wish all you the best and the best of memoirs in 2011 will be created, I hope. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I still breathe, I still hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2011-2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-6801328619441537628?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6801328619441537628/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-after-decade.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6801328619441537628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6801328619441537628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-after-decade.html' title='The End, After A Decade.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TR3h_uYep0I/AAAAAAAAAV8/DKc0cKNu1GM/s72-c/rmc6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-4933876970964385255</id><published>2010-12-30T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:48:52.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Year's End: Nostalgia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey what up? ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay. The Tigers won! Malaysia won! haha!&lt;div&gt;And you know what? Congratulations, you're reading my 100th post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrating the 100th post since 2009. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing now? That's hard to say, but currently I'm doing an essay, which I have to finish it by 6th of January 2011, +5000 words, ~3040 words...to go. Yes. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TRyOUxAZnyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/N80QVEEQ0-k/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556472527671893794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're talking about malaysia...on tv. That's one of them. I forgot the title though. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But typing for a long time, is boring. So I switched myself to blogger! I got my weapons now. haha! Okay, it may sound ridiculous. But happiness is just everything. :D Without a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been watching some things like malaysia on TV and the net (other than football). And also other people's blog, kinda give me some inspiration of what to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TRuWmNAnQUI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ZsSSG9KHirU/s320/rmc3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556200148363067714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's darn hot wearing double layers. Oh, we're doing abseiling by the way. We were here just making sure the people won't fall down, from 50m above. I'm the one with the short sleeve uniform, 5th from left. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to a year's end, have you ever think you've just completed a section or a chapter of your life? It's like, you're having the feeling to type the words "O.M.G" onto yourself. How you did it, is just awesome. haha! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really talking about achievements, but what I'm talking about are the uniqueness of each every of us, of our experience. From my point of view, I always everyday admire the sky, because I thought that if I become the "like-ness of the sky", I'd get a clear view of everything. I could do anything with the weather. Well, but that's not like it. I think it's our stories that makes us better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TRuWlsbhJ5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/dJ-LDf1D0Rg/s320/rmc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556200139617544082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Going to annual dinner, at a hotel. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what really has happen in 2010 to me? Did I come out alive? Haha! That's even more simple question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TRuWlxutVNI/AAAAAAAAAVU/EwtDSR-4N-o/s320/rmc2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556200141040211154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Nak masuk hutan? haha no. But just came out from there, learning firearms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile and laugh. I really came to know how did this actually work. But really, coming back to 2009, there was always laughs and smiles between every people to friends. From that part, I came to like it. And, as for this year, I finally taste what was the meaning of "bittersweet".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us has ups and downs. Being trembling and falling apart, but you just had to stand up and laugh. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/Szy6F6Ikh6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/EAt3ihVdItI/s320/cc13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421412662114551714" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-right-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-bottom-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); border-left-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); -webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Some of the classic things and jokes. Back in 2009. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still clearly remember how are things going on back when I was in my old school and over here, college. The earlier times me in the college was definitely harsh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it was my junior times, standing up to see the next day, or even waking up is definitely hard, but it was something what you want and something an achievement like you could say the word "yes!". Before you could sleep, you felt so grateful, that you'd say "a day just passed".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really? But the reality is, it was only "a day" not a month. Not even close to a year. But you're continuously telling yourself that there's something you should pursue, not run away from it but rather face it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when you're coming to an end, you felt like you've reach a maximum point, saying that you've already achieve such level. It was rather impossible, but you did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But next year, paths would be change. Carriers would get even bigger. We'd go to our very own road then. High school years would just be remembered, and be put not a comma, but a full stop. Saying "sayonara" or "goodbye" would just be the last words we'd ever say to our own school life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TRyI3G_K-lI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RbP9YnVJvvw/s320/rmc4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556466520618105426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Behind the college is the college's golf course. You could see the LRT moving, KL tower...while you're stuck for months. We juniors always sit &amp;amp; see the view, because its calm. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sad to say, but life must go on. Being the title of "student" is only for a while. But a school is a fun place to be. It's hard to forget, but eventually you have to let things go. Only when time passes by, change. It might hurt, but its kinda making us better, slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, before I end, friends are really someone worth it. Thank you people. I cherish my days. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-4933876970964385255?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/4933876970964385255/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-what-up-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4933876970964385255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4933876970964385255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/12/hey-what-up-yay.html' title='An Year&apos;s End: Nostalgia.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TRyOUxAZnyI/AAAAAAAAAVs/N80QVEEQ0-k/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-7586631810314204325</id><published>2010-12-28T16:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:07:52.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est l'heure.</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;What up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so long that I've ditched my blog. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Yes, currently I feel so dull that I can't find my photos in college. :O&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've been thinking what should I put here.&lt;br /&gt;Ish. Or how should I say, aside from being busy writing up an essay for this competition thing.&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone being worried about school is starting? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda figured out that everyone is busy finishing up their homework, finding stuff for school. Goddamn it. So percentage of me going out is really low since there's none going out. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 2010 is almost ending. So what have we got over here is, a book. Now that is ending and telling us to "open a new chapter". So what is this a "new chapter"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no, 2010 was right and round for me. At first, yeah, maybe it sounds great, fireworks there, here. You know, booms over there and here. I've been thinking, what are we so excited of and so hyper-ed of?  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking next year how should I end my school days. Or perhaps, I may not get that kind of experience where I wore white tees with olive green pants and white shoes to school. Or maybe those kinds of people where they hang around and don't have to be formal, at anywhere. But I'm quite okay with what had happened these years. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to say, I was wondering if I wrote a biography of myself, how should I put that "dot" onto my last sentence, that was saying about my school days. I guess I'll just say about for 2 years that I've been wearing beret, finally how do I feel. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently thinking what should I write. You got ideas? Haha! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I still breathe, I still hope."&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-7586631810314204325?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/7586631810314204325/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/12/cest-lheure.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7586631810314204325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7586631810314204325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/12/cest-lheure.html' title='C&apos;est l&apos;heure.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-8745929962081573859</id><published>2010-12-24T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:34:04.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Senior Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Pertemuan, Perpisahan, adat manusia biasa. Hilang di mata tapi di hati takkan lupa. Berdoalah kita agar aman dan sentosa. Semoga kita berjumpa lagi satu masa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should all acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind? Should all acquaintance be forgot and that's for all ensign. For all ensign, my dear! For all ensign! We make a cup of cryness yet for all ensign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last song we sang during our last performance when marching.&lt;br /&gt;It's called Passing Out Parade for Form 5. Easy to say, some sort of like graduation celebration in a military way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey what up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long day with much sweat is the taste of bitter but you got the glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living in college without any outings for 5 weeks straight, I've felt like going to college everyday really feels like already an occupation, a soldier, rather than a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, it's hell of a memory. When I look back at it, I'd hell laugh at it haha! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say finishing up a year here in college is very hard. Wearing that beret you see that I placed in head symbolizes the responsibilities I bear, a basis of every common soldier. For my instance, for every students that went to college, but we were known as "boy" as were told we are "soldier boys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been holding seriously my stories to post on blogger. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, ever wonder why the hell that there's so much people out there having fun while we are still thinking what's happening outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us. But every little or huge things that happened to us, we don't complain about it. Once we have stepped in, there was this feeling like leaving every single thing that you have now slowly fades away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your moments that you spent before this become a precious memory. Friends that you have now became your asset to achieve what do you want. In another words, you have that feeling or sense of appreciation and you just had it. Things that you used to own are very valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first week was really tiring week. It was only the same thing, marching and marching.&lt;br /&gt;"Kiri, Kiri, Kiri Kanan Kiri!" "Bergerak ke kiri, berturut-turut, ke kiri, pusing!"&lt;br /&gt;All those marching commands are always screamed at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, we would have what we called "PT" or "Physical Training" on the morning. So imagine, after that we march and then on the evening we'd study. haha! Nothing is impossible for us, I guess that's the word they're really trying to say to us. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second week was putting on your camouflage uniform or that green black slashes that uniform. We then learned disassemble and reassembling M16A1 or the gun that you always used for march. As for real soldiers, they used AUG Steyr, which is different. How to shoot, setting up base, sentry etc. Basis of soldiers including treating wounds are also taught to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next weeks, as form 5 finished they're SPM, we continued to march with them. This time, it's with them. Preparations for Passing Out Parade are given 100% effort and from morning to evening, it's always about marching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why they say "green shirts under the hot sun" are tough guys. We stand and march until there are tanned spots from our shirt and beret. When we took our beret off, imagine having a line on your face 24 hours, below are dark and the forehead part is bright. It look like a chimp you know haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 0400H isn't an easy thing bro. When you first time wake up, it's like you saying "wtf am I doing here?" and then when water splashes onto your body showering, you'd say "SHIT! I'm in college!" All of sudden you'd just realize from a small dream to a big reality, it's all about telling yourself "I can do it. I can do it. I can do it." many times to yourself. So setting up your mentality is challenging, but you'll have to get used to it as there are not many choices left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really. For all the weeks I've been through, I can say that it's worth it you know. I can finally conclude for this year that I understand the meaning of "Friends" and of what yourself is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that confidence or should I say, the thing that you always held onto and what you really believe in, no matter what subject or what is it. Believing yourself, your comrades, people, you could just have to be careful on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is like money. The more you spent is like moments to you, but you have to wisely use it so that you won't feel any regrets, or should I say, lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always learned something new and different. You might feel happy but they are deep as the sea, things that make you sad, in other words, you can't see the things that would make you sad, but in some time it would resurface, finally you knew what was right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess every humans have that kind of level of perfection. Every humans are made not as perfect as he is but as best as he is. Some people had sense of hypocrite, seeing others as wrong and he is the only one right. I mean, that's totally stupid right? But how about the world, I haven't seen it yet, but I've seen the example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life is very unique. If we put fruits in a basket, they are many colours of them. Red, yellow, green, purple whatever it is. Every of it are so mysterious and questioning. Outside might be seen as ripe but inside might be foul. It may smell good but taste like shit. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, the one that you want that fills your wishes are the ones that taste, look and smell good. We don't know what are the outcomes of people and what would happen to us. Is it fate? Is it coincidence? To know it, you have to take risk. So eat the fruit one by one and feel it, how do you go through them. Bitter? Sweet? You'd have to take it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally learned the moment I say goodbye to my friends in SAB was really hard. To move onwards is not a must but rather as a choice. That's why the sky is too far, the moment you leave, is moment you would think "Did I do the right thing or not?" You'd even asked yourself even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I learned about "survival for soldiers" training, deserted in the jungle, going out in the darkness of the jungle at night, it's not about giving up but hope and confidence that you have, it's all about moving on for changes. Time won't go back, so does the people passed away, like my friend in RMC, won't come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Putera-Putera Kanan! Akan berjalan keluar! Dari Kiri, Perlahan Jalan!"&lt;br /&gt;*drum beats, "Pertemuan, Perpisahan, adat manusia biasa..."*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every second from the marching command that was given, I was thinking about the line that I finally escape from. I mean, was all the things I went through, shining shoes, being military and punished in such way at still teen age was really, really, a worth thing that should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how should I say, the seniors whom had given us much of things, what have I learned from them? Or should from the very beginning and before I chose my hair to become bald to make myself the same treatment as every "soldier boys" was really such a thing, that I should or shouldn't have chose? Should I myself stayed the same place where I've stayed from the very beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew either way, I would still part away from the thing I used to have. But should I? Is it true that the people who worries themselves are stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that, I kept ignoring that question on my mind and continue to sing.&lt;br /&gt;"Hilang di mata tapi di hati takkan lupa. Berdoalah kita agar aman dan sentosa. Semoga kita berjumpa lagi satu masa... Should all acquintance be forgot and never brought to mind?..."&lt;br /&gt;But I can't run away from it. So I chose to cherish and laugh with all my might. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've been through, that doesn't matter really you know. I don't wish to tell it because 2010 was so dark that I myself learned so much from it, and yet it was the year I converted myself from my civilian life to military environment. Appreciating, friendship, hardship, laughing. It was so much of mixed feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why they say "strong men don't cry." Finally I escaped with all being patience and finally, I'm a senior. The last days would be the last moments. The past are memoirs. "Yang lepas itu jadikan tauladan." Isn't that the right word? Maybe. But staying strong, patient and holding on, finally it made a real man standing on the battefield. Lest we forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come? Stay with me. Happy X-mas to everyone who is putting the stars on the tree and presents on the floor. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Semoga kita akan berjaya."&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-8745929962081573859?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/8745929962081573859/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/12/senior-year.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8745929962081573859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8745929962081573859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/12/senior-year.html' title='A Senior Year.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-3880196780747012552</id><published>2010-12-11T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:09:14.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perbarisan Tamat Latihan.</title><content type='html'>A day at college. 0430AM...&lt;div&gt;WAKE UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0540H, draw M16. 0700H, good to go for marching until evening. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sweating*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there's much story i could tell. but not much time lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23rd december is a date of the parade. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. Well cya people. bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-3880196780747012552?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/3880196780747012552/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/12/perbarisan-tamat-latihan.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3880196780747012552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3880196780747012552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/12/perbarisan-tamat-latihan.html' title='Perbarisan Tamat Latihan.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-7216149982450476454</id><published>2010-12-03T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:39:42.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TPiqugkQ8nI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YL6KZjzq3Uw/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546370657099510386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TPiqugkQ8nI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YL6KZjzq3Uw/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Non-stop. Keep on marching on and on. Yeah. Oh yes, find me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TPiqScZRGTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TE43ceBCo84/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546370174943303986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TPiqScZRGTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/TE43ceBCo84/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those are guns. Real toys means real guns. But this, is for marching of course. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a very tiring thing going around when you find out that you're alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Finally you understand the real meaning behind what is "friends".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey what up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My holiday for 2010: my college. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didnt get much time to blog. But here it's full of activity haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's so much to say, but I'll tell later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By 24th December, I'll be home. It's a long way, with long story, with a long ending. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"It's what us believe and appreciate that made us stronger. Not fear that make us doubt."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011.&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/8694996976257824673-7216149982450476454?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/7216149982450476454/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/12/hardship.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7216149982450476454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7216149982450476454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/12/hardship.html' title='Hardship.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TPiqugkQ8nI/AAAAAAAAAVA/YL6KZjzq3Uw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-2673838145157800184</id><published>2010-11-19T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T21:47:24.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Too Long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey. Well, what up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really did nothing other than going anywhere wherever my heart tells to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually I found some people over TS. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TOdaeVQ3h0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/oHGtbAddpks/s320/kimi%2Bstation%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541497343653152578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People playing over the swing saw. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back to what really happens, I am not so sure how to describe. Throughout all my outings, I look back at it and say even so I would have so much of time see the things I would want to see? It seems I won't be seeing them anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever thought about things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd always thought when I was in school I'd always wanted to do something and always had that thing on my mind until I reach home I don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just simply ridiculous. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you look outside the window, there's always things you'd wanted or wish to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TOdaeHPuxuI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WK0hC1g-GN0/s320/kimi%2Bstation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541497339890288354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful things are always beautiful, it never cease to make us happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, well friday (19.11.2010), I literally joined people hanging out as I don't have anything to do. Nor I don't have anything to see. It's so fun to join all the people I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TOdhgQ8FJcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-gOKfRfrBfI/s320/jointhangout.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541505073433355714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Initially with Adham Dan &amp;amp; Fitri 4H. Then with other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to so few, what made me discontented is that there's more things I should do or see. Well, let's open another chapter and move on. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask what's next for me, I'd say I don't know how to put it up. Maybe things would get much tougher but I'll be home before christmas event. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. It's time to go tomorrow right? There's so much things to say, so I'll say it as much as I could before tomorrow comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't be blogging for 7 weeks consecutively due to training. After that, I'll be back and write more. This holiday I am unable to because previously there's exam but now I am, but there's only little. I'll do it as much as I can now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm running out of ideas what to write. Quoi de neuf? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011.&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/8694996976257824673-2673838145157800184?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/2673838145157800184/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/dream-too-long.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2673838145157800184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2673838145157800184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/dream-too-long.html' title='A Dream Too Long.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TOdaeVQ3h0I/AAAAAAAAAUo/oHGtbAddpks/s72-c/kimi%2Bstation%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6948717115517846760</id><published>2010-11-19T02:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T03:53:17.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu. Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone.&lt;br /&gt;It seems, well, I'm not so sure if anyone is, or are reading here.&lt;br /&gt;But does doesn't really matter. haha. I like what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be much happier if you're happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a small electrocution and my sister's laptop blinked due to the lightning. And yeah, I didn't get to online as much as I wanted to. And I'm alive of course, no injuries. And that's what a MAN made of! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to start this. First I'll be saying a small goodbye. Well, no more blogging. No more facebook. No more anything. It'll be the darkest hours. Not hours, days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to college after this in sunday (21.11.2010). As there'll be military all day long, a revision on all subjects at night, there's slight chance I'm going to online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is coming home, but I'll be coming back to college along with my friends. It'll be probably around 2-5/6 weeks, that's about a month for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regretted that I wasn't able to spent much of time or enough times to see people I wanted to see. But I have to say it was very much a great even if it was short. I didn't get to chat around for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since january and the start I went to college, I realize how precious it was being with your friends and people you like. What the army had taught me most was time. I remember watching a war movie saying like "You gonna wait for 10 minutes and let the enemy to walk another 10KM?". Something like that because their bridge they wanna cross got blown up. haha. Well, it's just something I made it to heart. How random was that I thought? Oh then. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it? I really don't know what I should write more, put more, hell what is it? Haha. Really I don't know. Maybe tomorrow I'm gonna go somewhere. Since there's 2 more days, it's good to fill it up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't a sad word.&lt;br /&gt;We'd always yell it to one another if one departs.&lt;br /&gt;By telling that, we'd also say good luck in everything.&lt;br /&gt;By that meaning, it's a small word with complex meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't a sad thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're always ambitious and keen what you'll wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;So every seconds I just wait to see a treasure, the smile.&lt;br /&gt;From winter to autumn, I'll just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Believing.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't a ridiculous thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;It's a confidence through what you see, hear or feel. Even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales create thousands of beautiful images to real life stories.&lt;br /&gt;So then I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're lost, you can look and I'll be there."&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011.&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/8694996976257824673-6948717115517846760?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6948717115517846760/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/adieu-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6948717115517846760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6948717115517846760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/adieu-goodbye.html' title='Adieu. Goodbye.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-2164092720484240479</id><published>2010-11-17T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:29:31.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Higher.</title><content type='html'>Hey. What up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today is like the second raya.&lt;br /&gt;But no one onlines. Where did they go? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing much to do other than getting out all the ideas out of my head. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I restored everything back in the blog. It looks different a bit.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, my blog was corrupted with some codes before due to the chat box I think.&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn spams. So sorry. But now I just love images and words altogether in my blog. I think it's makes them look more "alived". Still I do think words are awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, I just added the chat box. Yeah. Finally no spam at all. And yes, some touch ups are needed too, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TOPL3u8WL9I/AAAAAAAAATA/t3aA78SPsnQ/s1600/o9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TOPL3u8WL9I/AAAAAAAAATA/t3aA78SPsnQ/s320/o9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540496124950228946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever felt like flying?&lt;br /&gt;I always what's up there haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end you'd fold paper planes and stare at the white wall asking yourself can you do it?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a yes or no? You'd never get any answer, eventually you had to find out yourself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dreams are powerful to be believed. It makes us confident of what we are. Just a thought to write this, I really don't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awesome-ness are beyond the limits of our awesome-ness itself."&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-2164092720484240479?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/2164092720484240479/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/fly-higher.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2164092720484240479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2164092720484240479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/fly-higher.html' title='Fly Higher.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TOPL3u8WL9I/AAAAAAAAATA/t3aA78SPsnQ/s72-c/o9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-1385184488062916567</id><published>2010-11-17T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T19:39:56.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sky Too Far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SzGyvZ-Yd4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyDjGt4PJz0/s1600-h/DSC00034.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SzGyvZ-Yd4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyDjGt4PJz0/s320/DSC00034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418308354199549826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's talk about a black and white story here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I start. Oh yes, the gadgets go back to its place and its better like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why when we are searching something we felt its too far?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if life is in circles and always revolving around.&lt;br /&gt;Like a ferris wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really happens now in all along these holiday. Thinking it back, I only have less than 6 days maybe. It's so short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing much to say, since there's nothing I much I've done. Exception I went out with my sisters to eat. Quite awesome actually. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always wondering how far can we believe things? Miracles are always written after stories are made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are impossible are made possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TOM5rTIJrCI/AAAAAAAAASI/kkFbGJC1CbM/s1600/night%2Bcross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TOM5rTIJrCI/AAAAAAAAASI/kkFbGJC1CbM/s320/night%2Bcross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540335382627462178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're walking in the middle of the streets in the places that are crowded with people, it was always us thinking where should we go, or we rather confused which way should we chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another side what I find interesting is that the way people pursuing themselves for something. We believe, we are confident then we can laugh it off. It's just hard to think how could something hard can be an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TOLIHgbF_3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/4a23boG0Oc0/s1600/cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TOLIHgbF_3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/4a23boG0Oc0/s320/cool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540210522907344754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey, I like this picture. Yeah to make camouflage, I used to put them on my face with mud and charcoal. but yeah, the issued ones are like cosmetic product, worn that too. nothing much difference actually other than the colour. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sky is too far."&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-1385184488062916567?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/1385184488062916567/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/sky-too-far_17.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1385184488062916567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1385184488062916567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/sky-too-far_17.html' title='A Sky Too Far.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SzGyvZ-Yd4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/lyDjGt4PJz0/s72-c/DSC00034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-5213143444851761689</id><published>2010-11-14T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:09:22.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nukumori.</title><content type='html'>Hey. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking there's 7 days more, which I hated to say.&lt;br /&gt;And thinking there's not much time until I have to go back.&lt;br /&gt;How to spend it ehhh...I don't have enough ideas of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I always miss to blog, but sometimes I forgot because I ain't know what to write. Seriously. And I don't really understand why my blog's gadgets are still below my post rather than it should be on the right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing you'd all would end school by next week, I would eventually go to school right after everyone finished their exams, school days and finally, I'd joined up with my form 5 doing SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a screw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;But remembering things makes me feel alived. What's warmth to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TN_i-D22qvI/AAAAAAAAARc/mH1Zoy7rzCY/s1600/sse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TN_i-D22qvI/AAAAAAAAARc/mH1Zoy7rzCY/s320/sse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539395622504147698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to crossroads? Standing there and waiting for the traffic light to go green for pedestrians? Or waiting for something in the middle of somewhere? Then the wind blew you onto your clothes. Have you ever thought who's missing you? Haha! :D Even looking at the sunlight makes you wonder how long haven't you laugh longer or smile broader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends aside you always makes happy and feel much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, you'd actually felt happier due to people around you smiling and laughing. You'd feel you're not afraid of anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-5213143444851761689?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/5213143444851761689/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/nukumori.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5213143444851761689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5213143444851761689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/nukumori.html' title='Nukumori.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TN_i-D22qvI/AAAAAAAAARc/mH1Zoy7rzCY/s72-c/sse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-47151170262733528</id><published>2010-11-11T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:59:30.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retell.</title><content type='html'>Hey, how's life?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing really happens today. And I'm currently finding what's my idea for "The Worst &amp;amp; The Best. 2010" haha the second one.  So yeah, I'm currently building it up. And I'm currently thinking, how should I spent my days on holidays? I've been thinking it so long and convincing myself, I gotta do something memorable.&lt;br /&gt;But my holidays isn't on the right timing I guess. People is busy? &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write. But I felt like blogging. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK! How should I start?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Finally I got it. I understand we can't go back to our past, but reminiscing them is sweet and bitter. With that I continue. I would tell how different it was my timeline. From ISP (France) to RMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair wasn't really a BIG matter you know. You want bald? Short? Long? Shorter until people could see your skin? Longer than your feet? The rule is, as long as it's "decent", it's eligible.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, too bad I was too young that time, probably about standard 4 to form 2 (almost).&lt;br /&gt;The people who went when they-re older got their times good old memories.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares? I ruled up myself and my life story and it's memorable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you left and see your friends in their new picture, you kinda had the feeling "Damn I'm not there. :((" But when you showed to your friends of your new self, new uniform, you'd say "Oh I'm not such a badass. XD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to show your country and culture to other foreigners. So much to so few, one the things I would never forget is the last day and place I stepped outside ISP. haha! The old building was full of people saying "bye" and waving in such slow motion. Tears? That time I was too young maybe. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrive in Malaysia around July. I was so beginner and I don't know any single thing about Malaysia. Seriously. Don't talk about talking in BM. I talk really converse. XD&lt;br /&gt;"Macam mane kau cakap bahasa inggeris fasih giler?"&lt;br /&gt;"Aku...tak tau." *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;That's the question that targetted to me, if not, similarly. Always. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First in VI, but then I changed due to my sister is in SAB. So it'd be easier for us to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;OH HAHA! I'd like to tell you how I end up in SAB, then RMC. Life is just unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First when I enter, the teacher was showing 2J is my class. That first class I got was science class. I was downstairs and bunch of 2J kids coming out of the class seeing me and saying:&lt;br /&gt;"Ada orang baru!" News spreaded every class. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was march. And Form 2 wasn't so much of things. Nothing really happens you see. Form 2 was the year I started to learn things and know things in Malaysia more clearly, do mistakes I won't repeat. Stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were different when I went to form 3. My achievements+chances of things were bigger. Despite thinking I would face PMR only with using of what I learned for 2 years, it's kinda hard to cover back things since I don't have form 1. Most of my form 1 years was in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009. That year is awesome. Much fun-er. From there, I get to know 3J much closer and better. I'm not sure who coined mca but I started hang around with shawn, wai kit, wei chong and some other people. And it was the year I know the whole form 3 2009. Who's who and stuff. I don't know how I know people from form 1-5, but probably it was due to myself speaking in front and during assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in debates. Went to UIA and more and more things happen actually. It was fun. Definitely. I got more friends and contacts from there ahaha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then went serious when PMR was nearing. Soon after PMR finished, I can say, it was the best days of my life. I never regretted missing any of the days I went to school even though there was no study sessions. Everytime when it's boring, we go play cards, yu gi oh, spade cards. Stuff. Seriously. Even though PMR was over and worrying results, worrying people would actually transfer, things we do are as if nothing happens and no worries, basically. We were like in a playground where we kept on playing and not worrying anything and just playing on the game. As if it was forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the last day, we did everything we could. We laugh, we smile, were sad.&lt;br /&gt;Form 4 was short, yet awesome.&lt;br /&gt;When my teacher said "You attended school for 14 days. 2 Weeks." I said "No, I think. More." She showed me the date I entered school from january 3rd. I was definitely astonished.&lt;br /&gt;So much, pictures and stories I caught and recorded, all that was...2 weeks? Only?&lt;br /&gt;I mean it wasn't long, not that short either, its just "short". Hell yeah it was awesome, but then again I would want to have that time more. Soon, I transfer to RMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tell you the story long right? Yeah. I went on with a bald head. For army, bald head signify everyone is treated the same way and no other special. Now I ain't have to bald anymore. Phew. It's actually feels better and less headache, felt like your head is a balloon. And that's it, I no longer wear white shirt and olive green pants to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green shirt, green pants, black shiny shoes, beret, accessories what more. Yeah, to school. And camouflage clothes for training. Those drill boots to march. More.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't feel as great as before. But when you did it, you'd say "YEAH! I did it!"&lt;br /&gt;It was your worst that you show, the best that you produced.&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's called "The Worst and The Best." You'll remember those bittersweet stuff. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Everything is hard, everything is earned in sweat. It's the toast of achievement :D You'll love them later. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to move on, but it's just too, feels great to move on. Those nostalgic moments we went through are the best things we could remember that builds us. All the way, we laugh out loud, saying "That was me". We can't fault the time for not waiting or pausing or fast forwarding it. Surely we can't deny, that past is what builds us to become someone much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything to tell anymore. Running out of ideas. You got any? Borrow some. :D&lt;br /&gt;SO! Best Wishes everyone in whatever you're working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;"So much to so few, it was nothing other than convincing a kid to push himself. But humans are so extraordinary at making miracles, making thousands of story with the ending "we did it.""&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011.&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/8694996976257824673-47151170262733528?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/47151170262733528/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/retell.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/47151170262733528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/47151170262733528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/retell.html' title='Retell.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-7748977509936760158</id><published>2010-11-10T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T02:41:38.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst &amp; The Best.  2010. : Annual Camping.</title><content type='html'>Hey. Since I didn't really have nothing to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Or nothing to focus on this holiday, other than forgetting the fact that I have to come back to college (yes I do study. yeah what now?).&lt;br /&gt;I decided to write about my experiences. The Worst &amp;amp; The Best. 2010.&lt;br /&gt;These are moments I've walked throughout the year 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's nearing 2011, next year I've got SPM, I'm form V, leading things and much.&lt;br /&gt;Things would get busier. So I wanted to record them, from worst to the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, nothing really happens. I went on, nothing happens. Stranded. I got myself visiting my friends. Stranded, dont know what to do and the bus I waited for didn't came. SO WALK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. Here it starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annual Camping: a chapter of life giving me the picture of a real soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNlOfr53eNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/V1VhMW-747U/s1600/commando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNlOfr53eNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/V1VhMW-747U/s320/commando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537543523097082066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: Bravo Company Annual Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I remember the part I went out of this bus. Jump off it and I saw the beach.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Yeah long time no see beach, but it ain't a holiday you know.&lt;br /&gt;It was still 1340H. While everyone is having mid-year holiday.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here with my friends. Military. Camp. God.&lt;br /&gt;I remember as I heard and saw something. "Oh shit." I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend quickly ran and lead us, "Woi cepat cepat cepat! Pergi sana! (Oy move it, move it! Run over there!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there I knew, the whole thing starts. What "thing" was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! There we were told we would be treated like soldiers since we are in our camouflage clothes. Every movement must be fast and steady. Always aware of your surroundings. (Considering that time we were on pushing-up position.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! Skip the whole boring part, I mean it wouldn't fit everything is this blog eh? To be honest, the camp last for 5 days. I remember the last day I said: "FINALLY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up a camp, poncho and etc. The wind was really strong. Damn my poncho fell down twice.  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNrjqvauvqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/33gUgMAbKdY/s1600/o9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNrjqvauvqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/33gUgMAbKdY/s320/o9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537989015228038818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: Looks like one of those movies you see? The heli was really close above us. haha! Oh yes, this is an example of our "stand 2." You can see my company is the nearest to the sea wearing beret. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM! The sound of flashbang was so loud. Everyone was shouting and telling everyone to get down. The word "Stand 2!" which means like "red alert." In other words telling people to get protected and ready to, well, attack the enemy. I crawled and headed towards the beach. The "stand 2" moment lasts for about 10-30 minutes. When it's "line-clear", everyone stands up and continued their activity. Even at night, dark, its a "boom!" again. In the middle of eating, sleeping, whatever, doing things, this "stand 2" thing teaches us something. Things can go wrong and enemy can come at anytime. So stay alert? Yes we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNrmN28F1tI/AAAAAAAAARM/fGg27JhWkU4/s1600/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNrmN28F1tI/AAAAAAAAARM/fGg27JhWkU4/s320/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537991817565689554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: It's always nice eating at night when it's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, what to eat? Oh good question. There's 2 packs that says "Army Issued Meals." It's up to us to divide how, when and what to eat. Fire? Not a problem, there's matches. But sometimes these matches dont work since it got wet. So we often share. And to save up fire fuels, we use dried leaves and small dry tree sticks to light up fire. HA! Very nice? Yeah, we made up lots of variations trying to make the fire stay lit. To avoid wind, we place the fire in the sand, dug first of course about 5 cm deep. Then its set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldness. Yes, soaked, wet and name it you got it. It was dark night, the wind blew ferociously. Then it rains. I was sleeping and didn't know what's happening, all of sudden, "WOI BANGUN! BANGUN! (DUDE WAKE UP!)" All what I saw was just my camp shaking and about to fly. So we get up and seek some shelter at this quarters. Next day I repaired my camp, considering the wooden pocho we used to make the tent broke. T.T&lt;br /&gt;To avoid coldness, during sentries, we usually lit up fire (at night of course) and tell our stories, shared some jokes. Up until 3 AM. Yes. true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM! It all started with "STAND 2!" and there we headed the beaches. This is like one of the best experience you know. Everyone's wearing jungle hat and our company are the only ones wearing beret. HAHA! Ok, to be honest, we are in the most frontier of the sentry line. Get it? That means were near to the seashore. While everyone had their clothes dry, we are soaked with seawater. XD Truly great experience. At night is the most worst night for the whole week (an exception the last day). It's really cold since you sleep (sometimes you dont sleep at all) in your cold clothes. Some of other company gets their clothes wet too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNrkha1Cz9I/AAAAAAAAARE/YlhNuXt92fw/s1600/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNrkha1Cz9I/AAAAAAAAARE/YlhNuXt92fw/s320/s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537989954594066386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: I'm not sure if that's me, but you can clearly see, how tough was the paintball. More, fun. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tired-ness. Haha! I seriously will never forget compass matching, war (paintballs) and speed walk. OK! Compass Matching, my group ended up somewhere, skipped one checkpoint due to wrong bearing reading. So automatically, we were "first" but ended up 4th place. Quite weird? Hell yeah. So on the way, we track up through marshlands, swamps (not so deep phew!) and thick jungles. Seriously thick. Paintballs, helmets only no shields. Ow, it hurts. And speed walk 6KM with 2KG on pack. Let me say, you, the pack and the boots. How much is it? Tak terkira. T.T In the end, you're so exhausted. Seriously exhausted for water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more but I don't know how to put it. Anyways, you'll get the picture, that's all I guess. My worst and my best. Nothing exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not the people which determines our best but it's how the way we play the game."&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-7748977509936760158?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/7748977509936760158/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/worst-best-2010-annual-camping.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7748977509936760158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7748977509936760158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/worst-best-2010-annual-camping.html' title='The Worst &amp; The Best.  2010. : Annual Camping.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNlOfr53eNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/V1VhMW-747U/s72-c/commando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-8148070238082199231</id><published>2010-11-08T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T00:29:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimental Noise.</title><content type='html'>Hey what up.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don't know why my blog is shrinking.&lt;br /&gt;So that's why you see my side bars are beneath my post.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird ey? I'm fixing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I came to understand here.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I got something to write on.&lt;br /&gt;Something to conclude probably? I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't so sure why I didn't get so much people is having such sad expressions.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I finally understand how people walk up from their scar.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much cross-fire they crawl from thick wires of their life.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so amazing how different people stand up with different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can remember mine. Yeah it did happened this year haha.&lt;br /&gt;I can't much commented about my other late friend.&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah.&lt;br /&gt;That night it was like a war.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;Outside fluorescent lights helped me a bit to see what's happening inside the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;It was terrific, horrifying. Feelings of fury and yellings are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Confused situation. You would be in dilemma where to go, which to move.&lt;br /&gt;In the end you'd ask why it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Blaming yourself why.&lt;br /&gt;Finally you knew your comrade just perished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tend to make theories and assumptions. Or some conclusions of what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that amazes us is the way we are at 7 and we stand up for the 8th time.&lt;br /&gt;Either with our fighting friends, we stay one company.&lt;br /&gt;Either with ourselves, we stay still on our honour.&lt;br /&gt;Then we deal with the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nostalgic moment we never forget. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I wrote this due to seen many people is sad on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;All of sudden it reminds me what I've been through.&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of people has their own colours.&lt;br /&gt;The way they portrait their words, actions, whatever they are, just too simple, unique.&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of other people's story are just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;The ending would always had cherish and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. I've finished exams, now I'm back (and you all don't know that? =.=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;For what we've walked, every films was just a dramatised black and white film. None, but a story that tells us to move on."&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011.&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/8694996976257824673-8148070238082199231?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/8148070238082199231/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/sentimental-noise.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8148070238082199231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8148070238082199231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/sentimental-noise.html' title='Sentimental Noise.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-3877127827064341658</id><published>2010-11-06T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:42:58.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete.</title><content type='html'>HEY I just got back. Thursday ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't see my sidebars with chat messages.&lt;br /&gt;It's on the bottom, damn it and anyone like hell knows why it's there.&lt;br /&gt;If it's not there, i'm trying to repair it okay? Time constrict here. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah again hello people.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't blog for a long time seriously.&lt;br /&gt;That is if I got a chance to for a computer but not for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;So can't blogging in.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah the site was anyways blocking me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, what up?&lt;br /&gt;Actually hey, &lt;br /&gt;I've already done: &lt;br /&gt;- exams.&lt;br /&gt;- almost of my form 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;- a lot more?&lt;br /&gt;- some more?&lt;br /&gt;- more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNVW6A0PF-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/7KaVRSYeNt4/s1600/menembak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNVW6A0PF-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/7KaVRSYeNt4/s320/menembak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536426871573387234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: I'll be wearing it. Again. Hey, how about I give you a "find me" assignment? XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah some of the things I can't remember of but it's finally A HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;After I think almost 3 months not going out haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNVaJRZihPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sR3wyfFloqs/s1600/kawad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNVaJRZihPI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sR3wyfFloqs/s320/kawad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536430432257737970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Above: Some of my friends after marching training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah some of the things are a lot more that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But its two weeks. Straight. Whatever. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, figuring out on that, I found out I can't go out. More. Or less.&lt;br /&gt;Because you all had exams. the hell it is. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Despite on that, what up you people?&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I'm now a sailor coming out of from no other seas in the world.&lt;br /&gt;HA! outdated and caveman. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've already finished exams, my brain is out of ideas and less creative.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll try to find something to write eh? haha!&lt;br /&gt;More to upload, are pictures. There with my friends. =.= cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I wish. Here, I stay. Here, I wait.&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf Amir. 2010-2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-3877127827064341658?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/3877127827064341658/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/incomplete.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3877127827064341658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3877127827064341658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/11/incomplete.html' title='Incomplete.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TNVW6A0PF-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/7KaVRSYeNt4/s72-c/menembak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-8171145612153753434</id><published>2010-10-17T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:02:43.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andaikata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TLq7o4tXvwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UgRW2UL_Z7w/s1600/ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TLq7o4tXvwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UgRW2UL_Z7w/s320/ae.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528937803642552066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;What up?&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while i haven't used computer because internet access,&lt;br /&gt;is hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I forgot what I wanted to say. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting much stress-er than before.&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks and I'm going back wuhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not long that I could use computer.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover there's no MSN. no msn = no fun. o.o&lt;br /&gt;So cya. I'll write more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyday, we actually miss something. Without even realizing, we are surrounded by cheers. :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Asyraf Amir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-8171145612153753434?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/8171145612153753434/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/10/entah.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8171145612153753434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8171145612153753434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/10/entah.html' title='Andaikata.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TLq7o4tXvwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/UgRW2UL_Z7w/s72-c/ae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-10141367404724183</id><published>2010-10-14T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:48:22.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What flows it goes.</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;How is it been?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nah, I am extremely busy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check facebook but none came.&lt;br /&gt;I check this blog but spam came out.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I rarely go on online these days.&lt;br /&gt;Aish, too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, what up?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my holiday is still long.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from no outing, overnight or so on.&lt;br /&gt;My holiday is on hold until 4th november. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Three more weeks and 1 week more till exam.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? X.X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I've just thought about it, ain't it weird that we go to school?&lt;br /&gt;While you guys on holiday. AH TIDAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Things are very much far more achievable than we expected.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's how it's going to be. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking wanted to hang out with some people.&lt;br /&gt;But that time everyone is busy and had things to do.&lt;br /&gt;Then I go back to school while everyone is on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Then go back stay with form 5, thank god its only for 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Some things are hard to accept, but even so, we just have to laugh. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if you felt like tripping and falling apart,&lt;br /&gt;Even so, you just have to laugh. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-10141367404724183?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/10141367404724183/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-flows-it-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/10141367404724183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/10141367404724183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-flows-it-goes.html' title='What flows it goes.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-2655456261522925789</id><published>2010-10-07T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T10:54:16.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Episode.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TK0izvLB_fI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lgEAFOpDbvk/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525110590084873714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TK0izvLB_fI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lgEAFOpDbvk/s320/me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Above: Me with my weird haircut, they ask me cut like that T.T. Actually everyone is like that. Oh well, this is before shooting M16. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 4 Weeks, till holiday. 2 weeks, till exam.&lt;br /&gt;oh tidak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ish. Habis aku punya chatbox spam. While in college. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was on duty.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hell a lot of things that I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;Haha first time duty I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Check things, check everything's alright in college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go switch off lights and then it goes ultimately mega dark. can't see anything. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tired was out of question. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doing work+blogging feels great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah everything's great. No problems. It's just that now I stay up late studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know what to write. I'm out of ideas haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay back to work. Concentrate! XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Field goes zero to second none are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another heyday to wait, until the sun sears high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was a story. Today was a story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow is a today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Continuously."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Kalau hilang arah, cari jalan. Kalau hilang panduan, gegas berlari."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;&gt;Asyraf Amir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-2655456261522925789?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/2655456261522925789/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-episode.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2655456261522925789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2655456261522925789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-episode.html' title='Another Episode.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TK0izvLB_fI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lgEAFOpDbvk/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6122471168530141756</id><published>2010-10-01T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:29:24.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long wait.</title><content type='html'>Hey there.&lt;br /&gt;How is it been?&lt;br /&gt;Currently it's been such a stressful days. Aishu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. It's already october.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt realize that it's been so fast now.&lt;br /&gt;It's very fast after all.&lt;br /&gt;Exam is just somewhere around here.&lt;br /&gt;OH! "Cuti anda dibekukan." (Holidays are frozen. / In another words, holidays are cancelled.)&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm still at college.&lt;br /&gt;So cya. Bye. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-6122471168530141756?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6122471168530141756/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6122471168530141756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6122471168530141756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-wait.html' title='A long wait.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6286604089916373532</id><published>2010-09-14T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:13:04.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes The Way.</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;What up? How's everything?&lt;br /&gt;Great? I hope it goes well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TI7XOKl3h9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/EcaKjAEXTuM/s1600/ch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TI7XOKl3h9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/EcaKjAEXTuM/s320/ch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516583231936759762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's always best having great time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In this post, will be my last post. I'll be leaving today. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this holiday of +10 days is very good and I feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot think of much what to write, but whether it's chatting or not, surprisingly bumped onto each other on TS, thanks people. It was much of fun time.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how many times I did laugh all over again and again but indeed was a lot.&lt;br /&gt;There were such hard times though but it was been through.&lt;br /&gt;Last days was always teary, something you can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TI7ZFZMHGSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vNxNmiIkDfU/s1600/ch5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TI7ZFZMHGSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vNxNmiIkDfU/s320/ch5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516585280259692834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But when it's over, you tend to ask for more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If I have outing, yes, I will online.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure on this weekend (18.9.10) but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. Cya. Next following weeks is just exam.&lt;br /&gt;But you know, when you live in college, things are just like fast forward DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;Well, see ya. Good luck in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever you asked why?&lt;br /&gt;It was dark and cloudy today?&lt;br /&gt;It was airing rue on the streets?&lt;br /&gt;It was all outwards.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thinked why?&lt;br /&gt;Calling by a name was hard then.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to syllable the words was complex.&lt;br /&gt;Another scene of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to decrypt the message of perplexes.&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote a contrite on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;Making look like better, still haven't found an answer.&lt;br /&gt;But I laugh over it, 'It's okay.' was sentence I could speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今も降り続ける雨.&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092/Asyraf Amir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-6286604089916373532?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6286604089916373532/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/09/echoes-way.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6286604089916373532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6286604089916373532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/09/echoes-way.html' title='Echoes The Way.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TI7XOKl3h9I/AAAAAAAAAOg/EcaKjAEXTuM/s72-c/ch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-4923172658357150246</id><published>2010-09-13T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:22:48.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulanglah Perantau.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TI4ugPCG5tI/AAAAAAAAANw/nT9VyPCTDdY/s1600/ch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TI4ugPCG5tI/AAAAAAAAANw/nT9VyPCTDdY/s320/ch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516397724901500626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: Ada gaya tak? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Anything great happens?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's raya. Blast of firworks. Boom those rockets.&lt;br /&gt;You can never sleep right. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah you could, but who doesn't want fun TIME!&lt;br /&gt;But you see at even at 0000H (12AM) make those ketupat and dodol stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And rendang. They smell good, and taste great. :D&lt;br /&gt;I miss those satay sticks. haha! That one is good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TI4ugioyTmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CgguG9fzk3Y/s1600/ch4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TI4ugioyTmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CgguG9fzk3Y/s320/ch4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516397730164002402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: Dangerous is out of question. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I never thought that I'm already a senior level and got duit raya.&lt;br /&gt;That is kinda weird. They gave me! Not me ask! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing sad pictures on the newspapers and TV's are just sad.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating happy times in a foreign land, missing old friends. But what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Foods are the only cure making you happy. So you'd find some rendang, ketupat, pulut, lemang (without the bamboo stick of course, unless they got a place to do that.) out there.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah, I've been through those when I was in France and that day.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to school on raya.  I ate rendang during lunch time. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll be reporting in.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, surprised not, it's a duty I have to continue.&lt;br /&gt;Time passes so fast that I didn't realized it's already time to go.&lt;br /&gt;It's great to have holiday but when duty calls I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see so much people going hang outs.&lt;br /&gt;It's great to see such things haha.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't much gone to hang outs in which I start to miss again how did I do back then.&lt;br /&gt;Even sadder, I have to leave tomorrow. Ah, what to do. :D&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, enjoy life! YEAH! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm not quite sure when is the next holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Though end year exam is nearing so fast with military training.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure, hope I can cope. :D Cya people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tunggu.&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092/Asyraf Amir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Azreen/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Azreen/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-4923172658357150246?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/4923172658357150246/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/09/pulanglah-perantau.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4923172658357150246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4923172658357150246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/09/pulanglah-perantau.html' title='Pulanglah Perantau.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TI4ugPCG5tI/AAAAAAAAANw/nT9VyPCTDdY/s72-c/ch2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-4974835988602152505</id><published>2010-09-07T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T21:45:50.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strive.</title><content type='html'>Hey, say 7!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what up?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm just trying out a diferent kind of "hey"&lt;br /&gt;If you noticed. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, how's your day?&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I thought everything won't go well today.&lt;br /&gt;It did, I just missed opportunity. Damn it. ;O&lt;br /&gt;I went to timesquare to search books though, with a guy from MCKK.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I saw Shan Zhi riding escalator, he went up, I went the other way.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was missing something. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;T.Tx100000000000&lt;br /&gt;Life must move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere's end is raya.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, wishing raya people.&lt;br /&gt;Done anything wrong, I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be a better man. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, crap. I hate homeworks. They ruin my holiday. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TIZBXMqDyHI/AAAAAAAAANg/Xn_xJLpt0lk/s1600/a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TIZBXMqDyHI/AAAAAAAAANg/Xn_xJLpt0lk/s320/a8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514166660552181874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is said.&lt;br /&gt;Steps are hard to make.&lt;br /&gt;When one leaves.&lt;br /&gt;He leaves legacy.&lt;br /&gt;Between time and memoir.&lt;br /&gt;It said it was remembered because he is a myth nor a legend.&lt;br /&gt;But at his last footsteps,&lt;br /&gt;Draws a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Azreen/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;From there it was always a round of happiness and cherish.&lt;br /&gt;Actions are always making us smile.&lt;br /&gt;Because it already happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awan biru.&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryusei092.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-4974835988602152505?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/4974835988602152505/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/09/strive.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4974835988602152505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4974835988602152505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/09/strive.html' title='Strive.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TIZBXMqDyHI/AAAAAAAAANg/Xn_xJLpt0lk/s72-c/a8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-1594285382388795580</id><published>2010-09-06T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T10:41:57.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours &amp; Marks.</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;It's been great? :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Things nowadays are getting busier.&lt;br /&gt;But aside that, things are getting memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna write some things.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just write whatever things I think is great. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TISrAUxvHII/AAAAAAAAALw/Dfognn3pKVQ/s1600/fast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TISrAUxvHII/AAAAAAAAALw/Dfognn3pKVQ/s320/fast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513719865873996930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, colours that we see today are made up with three colours.&lt;br /&gt;The red, the blue, the yellow.&lt;br /&gt;It's always 3, but when they met each other.&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of colours are beautifully made.&lt;br /&gt;As if they were joicing together, and with those three colours,&lt;br /&gt;Together a brilliant picture was made.&lt;br /&gt;A memoir was made.&lt;br /&gt;It is said an artist wasn't only the one who drew and coloured his canvas.&lt;br /&gt;But it was also his memoir which included people.&lt;br /&gt;With sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;With tears.&lt;br /&gt;With laughs.&lt;br /&gt;And with smiles.&lt;br /&gt;It was always mixed.&lt;br /&gt;It was always a non-stop round of something that makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TISsvq68JlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/G3D3FyMiLoM/s1600/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TISsvq68JlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/G3D3FyMiLoM/s320/a3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513721778783659602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought life was beautiful, at the same time mysterious, outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;At times, we ask why are running? Why did it happen? Why couldn't it stay?&lt;br /&gt;It's just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Too beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to decipher.&lt;br /&gt;The red, the blue, the yellow.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly we could even answer.&lt;br /&gt;Because a question could have thousands answer.&lt;br /&gt;With no definite answer.&lt;br /&gt;But there's always maybe.&lt;br /&gt;So we always assume.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's always hope.&lt;br /&gt;So we tend to believe.&lt;br /&gt;Then we found happiness.&lt;br /&gt;That is the only answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TISt4XgLFQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zbnoz1bCdFc/s1600/a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TISt4XgLFQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zbnoz1bCdFc/s320/a4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513723027701568770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things are hard to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Because the colours are too great, too bright or dark.&lt;br /&gt;Because it was too dark, everything we went was purely.&lt;br /&gt;Black and white.&lt;br /&gt;Dark and grey.&lt;br /&gt;Fade and light.&lt;br /&gt;So we remembered everything.&lt;br /&gt;We even remembered the scenes of tears, harsh.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a slides of memoir created in our mind.&lt;br /&gt;Is background by sounds of loud noises, fear, anguish, fury, tears.&lt;br /&gt;We engrasped, put it down onto our heart.&lt;br /&gt;But we do not know if our heart could swallow something more.&lt;br /&gt;That weights like a life-sized objects, but merely it's just another scene of our life.&lt;br /&gt;Plays on our mind.&lt;br /&gt;Even so, we're scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TISwZaALkjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/mnRInFREh5g/s1600/a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TISwZaALkjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/mnRInFREh5g/s320/a5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513725794331628082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some time, though we feel deeply sad, confused, tripping and falling apart from our life.&lt;br /&gt;Being bothered by it,&lt;br /&gt;Even so,&lt;br /&gt;We just have to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;So that colours could reborn again.&lt;br /&gt;Together the brush could draw again.&lt;br /&gt;So that you could see the smile, I could see yours.&lt;br /&gt;So smile, never let it down. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TIS0Q0NkSEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AlzxxEWmyms/s1600/a6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TIS0Q0NkSEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/AlzxxEWmyms/s320/a6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513730044794783810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rainbows, there's 7 colours.&lt;br /&gt;Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo and Violet.&lt;br /&gt;Though sometimes we felt sad.&lt;br /&gt;The rain comes to cool our fury, sorrow, covers us to make us smile back.&lt;br /&gt;The rain showers, it makes us smile because it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;The grey clouds perishes, faded gradually.&lt;br /&gt;Because there's sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;It's overflowing rays, warms us from the coldness.&lt;br /&gt;Encouraging us to cherish, telling us happiness is there.&lt;br /&gt;Hope is always with us.&lt;br /&gt;But when two collided together, a mist from rain hit the rays of sun.&lt;br /&gt;Reflected by it, 7 colours was formed.&lt;br /&gt;There it makes us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time questioned.&lt;br /&gt;Why there's never-ending circle of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;But eventually breaks.&lt;br /&gt;As if we're riding the winds in the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;At a point where we could only fly higher.&lt;br /&gt;Like a kite.&lt;br /&gt;Then be free like the aeroplane, drawing trails on the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TIS-izpM6qI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9cZOqnvVoaQ/s1600/a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TIS-izpM6qI/AAAAAAAAAMo/9cZOqnvVoaQ/s320/a7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513741348996180642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why I think.&lt;br /&gt;Life was itself so mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;Each every forms of it is unique.&lt;br /&gt;One would smile.&lt;br /&gt;One would laugh.&lt;br /&gt;One would hypened.&lt;br /&gt;One would saddened.&lt;br /&gt;We would ask each of it why.&lt;br /&gt;But one wouldn't have any answers.&lt;br /&gt;Again we assume, again we believe.&lt;br /&gt;Again we hope, then the thing would come.&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of it are mixed like the colours.&lt;br /&gt;So it's possible, to interpret that everyone of them is unique by itself.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is impossible in this unbounded life.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just to beautiful like a masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing is just awesome like it just happened seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;We can believe anything.&lt;br /&gt;Impossibility is zero possibility.&lt;br /&gt;Until that, we imagined.&lt;br /&gt;All dreams of yesterday, was a memory of today.&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's called, beautiful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally an essay.&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092/Asyraf Amir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-1594285382388795580?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/1594285382388795580/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/09/colours-marks.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1594285382388795580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1594285382388795580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/09/colours-marks.html' title='Colours &amp; Marks.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TISrAUxvHII/AAAAAAAAALw/Dfognn3pKVQ/s72-c/fast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-1593876655099346596</id><published>2010-09-04T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:34:31.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kan ku tulis setiap hari.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TIJYwqy3yjI/AAAAAAAAALg/AQ_abhTPuJ4/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TIJYwqy3yjI/AAAAAAAAALg/AQ_abhTPuJ4/s320/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513066486999534130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title="이지 / izi - 어두워"&gt;어두워- It's dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey there. What up everyone?&lt;br /&gt;It's been long time I didn't post anything since monday.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Sorry, I was too busy.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the time. ouais~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, yeah. Just got back from college in friday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I heard 4H doing berbuka puasa at TS? T.T&lt;br /&gt;Damn I didn't go sightseeing first. Straight away to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it does feels nice to go on holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I get to talk to some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I get holidays only until 14th.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, whatever. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if things are correct, some people are free, maybe a hangout people? :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nah, never mind then. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Benar dikau ku cinta, setiap detik ku puja.&lt;br /&gt;Kau sering perhatikanku, sambil belai rambutmu.&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin aku lupa, kenangan yang tercipta.&lt;br /&gt;Berikan aku diari, kan ku tulis setiap hari."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-1593876655099346596?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/1593876655099346596/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/09/kan-ku-tulis-setiap-hari.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1593876655099346596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/1593876655099346596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/09/kan-ku-tulis-setiap-hari.html' title='Kan ku tulis setiap hari.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TIJYwqy3yjI/AAAAAAAAALg/AQ_abhTPuJ4/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-9044741773254607257</id><published>2010-08-23T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T18:52:46.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Happiness.</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;What up?&lt;br /&gt;How's life? Yeah. It's been fine here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know I got a 7 days medical leave (holiday in another words)?&lt;br /&gt;I got a leg injury and fever. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;But it was shortened to 2 days only as I have to go back to college tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely sure with myself why they did this.&lt;br /&gt;What to do, life always revolves around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. What up people?&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you all didnt cheer up, so I wonder why none online even after exams.&lt;br /&gt;Still busy studying? I guess no one is being carefree. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, kind of sad things happened previous days.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of dissapointing things happened one by another.&lt;br /&gt;I myself am not ready to return tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I collected my guts. Today, by using the computer.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'll be online only today. Of course MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Online, you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things haven't got straight as a line yet. Matters in my life still complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Juggling with my studies, work, rest is never a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what my friends are facing now in college.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, people in sab too, 4H and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, uh. yeah people.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for your exams that is somewhere over 2 months? maybe?&lt;br /&gt;Mine is. Great.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be receiving a mega-kilo-ton works to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, is my new "blog" created with the pictures okay? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seconds releases moments. A breathtaking memoir asphalts on our mind."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;rei-ryuusei092&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-9044741773254607257?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/9044741773254607257/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/08/between-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/9044741773254607257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/9044741773254607257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/08/between-happiness.html' title='Between Happiness.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-8859543320730913234</id><published>2010-08-15T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T14:51:49.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TGeKlsDC2lI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xVz1yZ4sKE8/s1600/commando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TGeKlsDC2lI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xVz1yZ4sKE8/s320/commando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505521449567443538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: My Annual Camping. Loads of harsh things. :D Oh yeah, find me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, what up. :)&lt;br /&gt;I got a holiday back 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;But it just felt like a "fast-forward-dvd player" of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Everything happened so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Even my college life happens so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Until now I felt a bit confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TGd-ij-yhdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ei_AprHVWAE/s1600/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TGd-ij-yhdI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ei_AprHVWAE/s320/aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505508201722971602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder if the sky is really wide.&lt;br /&gt;It made me smile. I was thinking how long can I go further.&lt;br /&gt;Things around me that I live is so small and hardship flows everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;What I went was only bittersweet moments. So I imagine,&lt;br /&gt;If I was that plane, I could break any life barriers.&lt;br /&gt;And understand things more precisely. So that wishes could be achieved easily.&lt;br /&gt;Questions be answered correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Today, is going back day.&lt;br /&gt;Reporting-in before 2100H, but I'm going on 2000H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have nothing to do now. And I just found out that you all got exams. T.T&lt;br /&gt;That's so sad because I've just had one last 2 weeks. Starting to get the results now.&lt;br /&gt;As it gets to the end of the year, things are getting really busy now.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike before, more challenges are getting tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, raya is nearing. Anyone for duit raya? XDD&lt;br /&gt;Cya soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's dark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few steps were taken.&lt;br /&gt;Putting a few puzzles together until it becomes a picture like before.&lt;br /&gt;So I reminisce back on then the way I used to laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Those written words be a canvas.&lt;br /&gt;So I were to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Those grey clouds, gets cloudier day by day.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Sadness was emptying my space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bittersweet did it made.&lt;br /&gt;As I walk furthermore, the barriers were making a crosszone in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The path I walk along was dark then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aeroplane across the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Did it fade already with its trails?&lt;br /&gt;I slowly glare at it, as it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder if there's more cherish photos I would catch.&lt;br /&gt;A sudden cold wind blew me.&lt;br /&gt;As it was, I was isolated into an unknown.&lt;br /&gt;But furthermore, they say I will come to understand to gain its glore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened days ago?&lt;br /&gt;Indeed I miss something,&lt;br /&gt;So were the laughs, I came to understand to some point.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I realize everything differs the past now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what was then was black and white memoir.&lt;br /&gt;It's dark, and it rains. Airing sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092/Asyraf Amir.&lt;br /&gt;"What differs between tomorrow and seconds is actions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-8859543320730913234?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/8859543320730913234/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/08/wish.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8859543320730913234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8859543320730913234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/08/wish.html' title='Wish.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TGeKlsDC2lI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xVz1yZ4sKE8/s72-c/commando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-7629242048202272012</id><published>2010-08-05T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:19:49.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade to white.</title><content type='html'>Hey there.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I kinda don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Well, still at college, and they let me used the computer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My blog is empty for about almost 2 months. *sigh* aish.&lt;br /&gt;Well, is there anyone there reading my blog?&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda weird though. :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, please don't leave me alone. T.T&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when I opened facebook, there was so much...laughters.&lt;br /&gt;It was so different than before when I was still in my old school.&lt;br /&gt;It was cherish.&lt;br /&gt;Everything had just lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was supporting each other and congratulating.&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope everyone had fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah at college, nothing special happened.&lt;br /&gt;Well, same thing happens here.&lt;br /&gt;But with lots of hardships. :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I never thought kawad would be so tough. we use drill boots. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish well. So much to say, is so much to explain. So much to explain, is so hard to describe.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say, life is pretty much hard now.&lt;br /&gt;Juggling with full and compact activities.&lt;br /&gt;Aish, what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, lately it doesn't rain now. Wonder why. :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, next week got holiday. That's a good thing. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fade to white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it fall.&lt;br /&gt;If the leaves be scattered.&lt;br /&gt;Then let it fly.&lt;br /&gt;A sadness was in outbreak.&lt;br /&gt;Warmth that was felt slowly fades to cold.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh was released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all left blank.&lt;br /&gt;All it was, was a pure white.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I felt, coldness embrace.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I see, a barrier was unbreached.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly as it is, everything faded to white."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there is so much to write today, then there is so much to be said for tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-7629242048202272012?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/7629242048202272012/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/08/fade-to-white.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7629242048202272012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7629242048202272012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/08/fade-to-white.html' title='Fade to white.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-3475099237646042834</id><published>2010-07-19T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:37:14.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecrit L'Histoire.</title><content type='html'>Je me rappelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ce qui est je suis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour quoi j'ai l'as fais des erreur. Si mes erreurs peux l'ameliorer mon vie, je veux changer pour bon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardonnez moi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Errors was done a lot in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;It was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes left remnants inside me.&lt;br /&gt;The me who I used to be, was lenient.&lt;br /&gt;I'll changed for good.&lt;br /&gt;What was said now, is promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish, not much time left in my college to use computers. :D&lt;br /&gt;Cya soon. I'll write more. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092./ Asyraf Amir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-3475099237646042834?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/3475099237646042834/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/07/ecrit-lhistoire.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3475099237646042834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3475099237646042834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/07/ecrit-lhistoire.html' title='Ecrit L&apos;Histoire.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-7296651055353871596</id><published>2010-07-17T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:05:21.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setenang-tenang hujan.</title><content type='html'>"A fear for tomorrow is futile. So fear for losing your friends, because you will lose your strength."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what up.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to SAB IU day.&lt;br /&gt;I managed in to get there, I was happy that there was nothing on that day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TEKK-Gn3LYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZuUB3AcaMs0/s1600/menulis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TEKK-Gn3LYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZuUB3AcaMs0/s320/menulis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495107294879755650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get there, I saw my friends. Suddenly I was thinking of resetting my time.&lt;br /&gt;It was really cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough, some people don't realize it was me, well it changed when I said "hey." XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the quote up there somehow I've heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;But I changed the sentences a bit because I don't remember the correct.&lt;br /&gt;Well it had the same meaning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at here, I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;Things were really stressful.&lt;br /&gt;But once you've get out of them, you feel as if a day was born for you.&lt;br /&gt;You feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At here, I wanted to say that I missed things which I had before.&lt;br /&gt;My life in SAB, my life as a normal person, not half-soldier.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it was great I founded some people even though it was a little last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Since I came there, I'd missed some things over there.&lt;br /&gt;I think I feared for what would I lose the things around me.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually fades away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, I don't know if anyone is reading this.&lt;br /&gt;But I think, I started to find out that my life is full of challenges.&lt;br /&gt;What made stronger is the people around me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TEKKmskj4wI/AAAAAAAAAKA/J6h109PJduc/s1600/nn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TEKKmskj4wI/AAAAAAAAAKA/J6h109PJduc/s320/nn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495106892749595394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: I found this picture on someone's facebook. XD The sticks thing reminds me of last years scout campfire. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes was done.&lt;br /&gt;What could you do is just stare at the remnants.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you'll regret what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;But regrets brings nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So move on is the only way. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone. I feel happy. Cya soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So shine today.&lt;br /&gt;Let's fly to the grey clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Let it shine.&lt;br /&gt;Run to the hills.&lt;br /&gt;After the meteors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuuseio92&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-7296651055353871596?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/7296651055353871596/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/07/setenang-tenang-hujan.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7296651055353871596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7296651055353871596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/07/setenang-tenang-hujan.html' title='Setenang-tenang hujan.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TEKK-Gn3LYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZuUB3AcaMs0/s72-c/menulis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6834881176787167912</id><published>2010-07-12T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:30:02.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seketika...</title><content type='html'>Hey. As usual, what up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, well, lots of things happened. I'll tell you. :)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there's anyone reading my blog. XD&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why there's lots of crossroads in our life?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really do think facing hardship in such youth age made a sad memoir.&lt;br /&gt;A thousand things I faced. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all the days we live, sleep, woke up, eat, study, work, do whatever you want and etc... XDD&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, things constantly changes. It's July already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I might not be attending SAB IU day. Seriously sorry because it's unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly there's holiday but my company is going somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I really do want to attend, but there was 50% of chance there's nothing on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to catch up my studies really quick and hard. Things were hard now.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hardly I could even laugh or smile. Distress were everywhere. Fading happiness isn't what I wished for. Though I tried to cheer up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey!&lt;br /&gt;There was a nice view outside the window. It rained, sunshine came at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sunshine &amp;amp; Rain.&lt;/span&gt; :DD That was, yesterday (11.7.2010).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to the music of wind.&lt;br /&gt;Let it calm.&lt;br /&gt;Walk over it, smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-6834881176787167912?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6834881176787167912/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/07/seketika.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6834881176787167912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6834881176787167912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/07/seketika.html' title='Seketika...'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-5261698925651947143</id><published>2010-07-04T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T14:45:49.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing.</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;What up? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much to say but I am always on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;HEY! I'm currently waiting for 17th aye? Its free time that day wuhuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, there's nothing to write actually.&lt;br /&gt;Pressures and ups downs are part of my life. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to cope them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, cya? I didn't have much time blogging so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Pai-BYE! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Wave to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Then aim it high.&lt;br /&gt;So then fly under the rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TDAsSLbqxuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lUBcZGfVxZc/s1600/34852_405917709734_722619734_4484887_7490819_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TDAsSLbqxuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lUBcZGfVxZc/s320/34852_405917709734_722619734_4484887_7490819_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489936636582741730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: You'll just think why bullets are "painful" behind the tyres.  It seriously look like raining gumballs. XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-5261698925651947143?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/5261698925651947143/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/07/outing.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5261698925651947143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5261698925651947143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/07/outing.html' title='Outing.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TDAsSLbqxuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lUBcZGfVxZc/s72-c/34852_405917709734_722619734_4484887_7490819_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-7737619158764821371</id><published>2010-06-27T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:37:14.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple Leaves.</title><content type='html'>Well, Hey. &lt;div&gt;What up everyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, like 2 days ago, I got a holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was quarantined because of an incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I can't say much but, he's a good guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going through something big is an obstacle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all a memory now. *Salute*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey currently I got nothing much to post, so I'll do that next time.  :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The maple leaves flew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until that, catching the waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lines and words, thought to be finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It halted halfway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making such questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left unknown."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya soon. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rei-ryuusei092.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-7737619158764821371?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/7737619158764821371/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/06/maple-leaves.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7737619158764821371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7737619158764821371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/06/maple-leaves.html' title='Maple Leaves.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6786862678884477541</id><published>2010-06-19T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T13:24:47.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears in Warfare.</title><content type='html'>Hey what up! XD&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, good day good day, because its holiday?&lt;div&gt;Sadly sunday I have to go back. :( Whatever chill up! :D&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh? sorry people! my blogger just crashed and OMG I have to retyped my post. well, remembering them is hard ya? hahaha! XDD It might be differ from what you read last time. So sorry. :D So I originally wrote this post in (19.6.2010). Saturday. Wuhoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what up? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah stay tuned with pictures because they're with my friends. SO YEAH! can't upload. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So uh what up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week in jungles and beaches? Not a holiday. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I do? Aye aye captain. Being in the navy is...a bit boring. But hey its an experience. Very excruciating. Tiring. Somehow fun. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Orienteering: Got lost for awhile. Goddamn those bee stung. AH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ship simulator: Got dizzy for a while. Aww the thing ain't moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Boat: Let say, from Perak to Pangkor? hmm about 3KM? No no no, no engines. You paddle. Yes, paddle. Haha! XDD ( T.T )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Knots (Simpulan): What's with playing with ropes if you ain't got work to do? I somehow understand when they are in a ship, they fight with they're friend and make knots. Easier to say, it's like their PSP. Just no sound, no graphics, if you're slow you lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Swamp: Muds. No comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Survival: Want more? ONLINE PLEASE! T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another week in jungle? Yes, I'm talking some packed, crowdy, diverse and thick jungle. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Orienteering: Not some boys scout or those rangers orienteering in jungle. Compass and maps. Hey hey hey! some scars+injuries here! but it serious. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Paintball: OY! Why the hell someone must shoot his friend? That's what happened to me. T.T Oh yes, no jackets just helmets and your paint gun. Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jungle: Hilltop, swamp, river, thick and dense jungle. I've been through. With those 10KG bag pack. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Fast pace walk (you can say walkathon): No no no, you run. Actually. Yes run. 6KM with 10KG. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- STAND TWO!: It means you go make a circle. crawl. then guard your perimeter. stay, don't talk.  (Man, they threw those flashbangs and it blew off so loud. Bad luck if that time you're eating and suddenly you go rushing. haha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Survival: Long story...MSN man. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Some scars?: Wuhoo! One on my face (it faded unfortunately, lol!)! and on hand. Nothing serious. Nothing is bad. Just an experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey hey hey! Being commando for awhile with those slanted berets and training. Haha! My uniform is soaked with seawater. At night you would be shivering in cold. haha! An experience. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So uh, aside from that, we did this campfire and some last day dinner. Hell yeah it was awesome and great. Tasty foods, finally. I meant by, real finally. haha! But everything is tasty if you're left hungry. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they are some times we and my squad cooperate. I feel its like bonding a bit. After fast pace walk, everyone was tired, before it was like "CEPATLAH! LARI!" but after it become "Relax bro, you did great. :D" Yeah I miss that moment. Sadly it last for a while only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah seaside is awesome. Just count how many helicopters I've seen in the middle of the night. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So uh people, here I wanted to apologise if I had done anything wrong. If my jokes are bad, well I'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm here, I realized there's more things I can do in my old school rather than in my present school. It's just that I don't know which is better for me. But yeah, they say, you ain't see the victory yet. But soon you will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here, I wish I could do more. But seconds won't reverse and the world does not spin backwards. So yeah, I am thankful for befriending with you all. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I got some more holiday, I'll try my best to come and meet up again. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's only remnants. But it ain't over. I believe I can still pursue more. I can't see it, but I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh yes, one more eu eu, sorry if there's anything more if there's something wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Well, be happy and strong. Fly your kite higher. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And yes, hopefully see you again and hop around if you're happy or bang your head to the table okay? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You'll be senior with me next august. :D No more chocolates because no holiday there in august. :(  Hopefully that chocolate is still good. I meant by the one last time, you know, it melted, the guard guy ain't let me in but whatever hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;Wish you luck! Fly the kite higher. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But....why you didn't online?? T.T x1000000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Haha! It's okay. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fly the kite higher! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might weird why I did this, but I feel I won't see my friends for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe about 3 months? Yeah, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;And since I can't really see my friends, well.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, somehow I feel kinda sad. So I wrote that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY CYA BYE! XD&lt;br /&gt;Make each day, the best day you ever had. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Fly the Kite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run with those colours.&lt;br /&gt;Confidently, believe that string.&lt;br /&gt;"The rain outside the window is chilled."&lt;br /&gt;As you said this phrase, the atmosphere began to feel so subtle.&lt;br /&gt;Orienteering out of my heart, compassing through your words.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to understand what's inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far did I knew.&lt;br /&gt;How far did it flew.&lt;br /&gt;The kite went away.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, head north, see the horizon, you're free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From red to violet.&lt;br /&gt;I slowly understand what was beyond it.&lt;br /&gt;Though your sadness was undefined.&lt;br /&gt;You cherish with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;There, it grew to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly it becomes a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far did I travel.&lt;br /&gt;How far did it passed.&lt;br /&gt;The kite went away.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop, live under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidently hold the string.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing while running.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to define the meaning of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely is hard.&lt;br /&gt;So hold the string, run, laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly the kite higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092 - Asyraf Amir.&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/8694996976257824673-6786862678884477541?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6786862678884477541/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/06/tears-in-warfare.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6786862678884477541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6786862678884477541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/06/tears-in-warfare.html' title='Tears in Warfare.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-2115728863519517717</id><published>2010-06-03T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:41:46.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Horizon.</title><content type='html'>Hey, what up people? XD&lt;br /&gt;So uh, how's life?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 9 days it's been holiday and it is...great. maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July will pass by. And during that time too there's some challenges I need to face.&lt;br /&gt;I'll face exams, military exams later then and omg what's more tiring other than running a mile.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, well, I kind of today feel sad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my very last day and I really wish to say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Well, did some jokes and awesome knuckles. I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have walked this far, congratulations, you made it, exams over.&lt;br /&gt;Go take a look at the world and enjoy. :D My time is over. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda feeling sad you know leaving something like this. It's like you'll never see them again. Yeah. Seeing people surprised over you, and then seeing people surprised again because they see you're not bald anymore after this is a different story. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my holidays have ended, I'm reporting back tomorrow. 1800H.&lt;br /&gt;My days have ended. While all the people celebrated victory we were going back. You see? It's a wth never-ending-snafu situation. Damn them! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will things be, and what up all the things, on this blog, will be rarely updated until september or possibly july. I do not promise I can update but if I do have time and sneak a bit, I'll do it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, just this it?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Happy birthday to those who will celebrate their birthday in August. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Be happy okay? Yeah, Eu eu!! 6 August!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Enjoyed the chocolate? Good! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Eh why not online msn? T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways cya. Anything happens, well good luck. *Salutes*&lt;br /&gt;(God, what's wrong with my phone cannot upload pictures. T.Tx1000000000)&lt;br /&gt;(When you're going back, things started to miss you, or screw you. XDD x10000000000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fly the kite higher.&lt;br /&gt;Run to the fields.&lt;br /&gt;Where the fireflies flies, the petals scatters.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember on how to laugh again?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see the rainbow at day.&lt;br /&gt;Then make a wish when the meteor comes at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly the kite higher.&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-2115728863519517717?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/2115728863519517717/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/06/blue-horizon.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2115728863519517717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/2115728863519517717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/06/blue-horizon.html' title='Blue Horizon.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-2902324925292564667</id><published>2010-06-02T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:22:41.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherryblossom Blooms.</title><content type='html'>Hey, what up? XD&lt;br /&gt;So uh, how's your day? Great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, well, after this while you know, all the carefree I had like going around to TS, english bookshops in KL, and everywhere will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to my military life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, while all of you hoping days flown to friday be fast, I would hope it'll be slow. I'd hope fun times would be slow and those hardship be fast.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless to say, I'm powerless to reverse the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days passes by, you'll start to think where would you stand and go. You know, you'll somehow you'd want to have more free time and fun time more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of sudden you realize the time wasn't there and the time passes by fast. Real fast as if the wind blown to your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this ends, I'll ask myself where would I go, and what should I aim later on. Maybe that one? Maybe this one? You'll start to wonder where would you go. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't have this sadness all around me right? For the past few days, I've actually been visiting sab and meet up some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing them don't recognize me and saying "OMG what the hell you doing here?" All I can reply is "haha..! :D"&lt;br /&gt;To total that up, I've passed through people and they do not know it's me. I wonder if I really did look like someone. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! If I'm already in college, well, if I can update yes I'll update with pictures though I won't guarantee it'll be long okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, physics anyone? HAHA! XDD&lt;br /&gt;V=?&lt;br /&gt;R=?&lt;br /&gt;Good luck! Stress? Turn it to eustress. You can do it. And you may laugh too. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please online. T.Tx10000000000&lt;br /&gt;the cycle of boredom repeats. 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Good? Well, remember I want to publish the essay thing?&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I lost the draft and current original paper is with teacher. Ex-teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to remember well so that you know, you could've read it too. XD&lt;br /&gt;So uh, cya people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Air Force day. See them flying through the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TAUU79bhJkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VOrEINcDzCU/s1600/AIR_SU-30MKM_500px_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TAUU79bhJkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VOrEINcDzCU/s320/AIR_SU-30MKM_500px_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477807542100895298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is one of their jets, su-30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/SYAMIR%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/SYAMIR%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-7572243379307472393?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/7572243379307472393/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-skies_01.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7572243379307472393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7572243379307472393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-skies_01.html' title='Like the Skies - Crossroad.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/TAUU79bhJkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VOrEINcDzCU/s72-c/AIR_SU-30MKM_500px_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-8042689929582207110</id><published>2010-06-01T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:54:32.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the Skies.</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;What up?&lt;br /&gt;So uh, how's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee-HA! Here's my report for today!&lt;br /&gt;Life in sab somehow is kinda...stress, seeing from all of your faces.&lt;br /&gt;Stress stress stress stress +++&lt;br /&gt;Yet you're all asking "MACAM MANA LOH!?? T.T"&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of faces you can see, are pulling their own hair and struggling their daily life.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went in to sab on 1355H. By that time, I thought the stress of exam would've been lowered.&lt;br /&gt;So went in and the guard guy came in to me and say "STOP! What are you and who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;I replied "I'm ex-student here." "Okay hold on until the school ends."&lt;br /&gt;Mon chocolat! (My chocolate!) O.O&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna melt soon! Oh crap it did by the time school ends. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how the choco got melt. So sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, after awhile the sunshine faded away. Awesome weather for today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's tomorrow? Well you'll see. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-8042689929582207110?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/8042689929582207110/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-skies.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8042689929582207110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8042689929582207110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-skies.html' title='Like the Skies.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-5381376067949949197</id><published>2010-05-31T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:53:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunflower Blooms.</title><content type='html'>Hey, hey! People!&lt;br /&gt;And uh, what up? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's life? Yeah I know it's been bad because it's exam.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been through it, though I do know little much time there is.&lt;br /&gt;Much little equally to mine, so try your best to use it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Especially you! yes you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I was suppose to go out, but due to the unprecedented weather (well it was quite nice though, there's some cool chills...aha! ;P), it rained heavily and I couldn't go out.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, today I have to go to take some medicine and been lining up for more than hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little much, who would've read above all these. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's everything?&lt;br /&gt;Today, I just have nothing to fill up, so I'm going to publish my writing.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing dramas had nothing new and listening asian songs are getting pop a bit.&lt;br /&gt;But hey! Jay Chou and FT Island ain't bad listening to...hahaha! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, have a nice day? Tomorrow you got moral exam right??&lt;br /&gt;Yeah carry on memorizing those semangat kekeluargaan, patriotisme, what else...hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;It'll make your head blown up with carrying those "values" and putting it into an essay form.&lt;br /&gt;LOL! I remember one guy ranting about what's with his life to do with these essay anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's what really happen, you tend to remember your walks of life.&lt;br /&gt;I got some flashbacks when I'm in college, uhuh. Like the things I always do, tend to do.&lt;br /&gt;AH! So on. But mostly it's great to see the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to see your goals clearly and it makes me somehow happy and not feeling alone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I could write. If there's more, I'll write more for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will come, morning sunshine will tell it's core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cya! Pai-pai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-5381376067949949197?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/5381376067949949197/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunflower-blooms.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5381376067949949197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5381376067949949197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/05/sunflower-blooms.html' title='Sunflower Blooms.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-5866177506320752158</id><published>2010-05-30T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:59:53.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Lavender.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey, what up? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, what up?&lt;br /&gt;How is it?&gt;&gt;More like bad as days we're getting slower day by day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH! Never mind!&lt;br /&gt;Actually there was nothing much I could publish on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;So as it was to say, I got 5 more days until I will report in.&lt;br /&gt;I was like "ALORS! OMG DE QUOI JE PEUX FAIRE!"&lt;br /&gt;Haha! XD First time I put some english characters with french. Sounds weird though. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been longing for some time in my blog of what was I suppose to write.&lt;br /&gt;And been thinking long how should I fill up my time during my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Like you know, going around, but whom should I hang out with in the middle of school hours?&lt;br /&gt;Soon blue uniform guys would hold me up and saying I skipped class. *wth situation only.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! I can't just be random around in my house and do nothing while at evening I'll go around go jog and stuff like that, right? ha, right... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I checked the facebook and msn today, I mean, seriously, no one is online.&lt;br /&gt;So I got bored of none to chat with and found out my blog is kinda empty as if theres no visitors.&lt;br /&gt;SO! Since I have nothing to do, perhaps filling it will be okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time I haven't put up some writings, right now we'll do. ;')&lt;br /&gt;eu: AHA! Tomorrow, the word "when" will be answered. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Lavender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lean against the school wall,&lt;br /&gt;I sighted over the school fence.&lt;br /&gt;Looking out how many days it was.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;As the wind blew the dandelion petals,&lt;br /&gt;The petals flew, fades away to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;That is how our days went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run with the fireflies over the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say much but thank you.&lt;br /&gt;The blue lavender sways, I remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is so much to be written today,&lt;br /&gt;Then there's so much to be said tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;If yesterday was just a dream,&lt;br /&gt;As i close my eyelids,&lt;br /&gt;I live in a new world.&lt;br /&gt;Those days was just ashes of memoirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run with the fireflies over the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of blue lavender still exist.&lt;br /&gt;If the gears of the clocks could reverse,&lt;br /&gt;I could run back to those days,&lt;br /&gt;The sky is so high and bright.&lt;br /&gt;They remind me how I used to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fade away from distance,&lt;br /&gt;I would catch by your shadows.&lt;br /&gt;But if you wish to take your happiness away,&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow wouldn't shine.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide your tears away.&lt;br /&gt;Look up now, the sky is clear.&lt;br /&gt;Forward with dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run towards the field of blue lavender.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's spring now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's by your side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-5866177506320752158?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/5866177506320752158/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/05/that-field.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5866177506320752158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5866177506320752158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/05/that-field.html' title='Blue Lavender.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-4150781081824940880</id><published>2010-05-28T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T17:35:20.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airing Fragrance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;What up!? XD&lt;br /&gt;I'm home here and its good to be here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, seeing you all were so stressed is simply no fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, cheer up! :D If you think you've done great, believe that it'll be great!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you got it bad, then there's always doors for improvement and chase your dreams!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, do your best in exam, don't jump into conclusions and start making something complicated! XDD&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to fall down, so that you learn to be better. hmm! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, what up? Been back here you know. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, when I'm entering back, they'll sent me to a naval base camp where I'll be trained as a navy sailor.&lt;br /&gt;And then a week later I'll be sent to some jungles where I have to stay there and do military exercise kind of war drills. It will be tiring, but whatever... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, sorry sorry sorry sorry because you know, its long time I haven't post anything...&lt;br /&gt;Aishu, well, even if I did got off online in my college, its under teacher's supervision, so things are limited to do ya? And not much time is left of what do you want to do or stuff. Chatting would be useless since everyone would be offline that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA! right, so what am I going to do in this holiday? I'm not gonna make myself regret ya?&lt;br /&gt;So okay, how about have something to do?&lt;br /&gt;- I'll fill this blog up as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;- I'll have to eventually to jog around and you know, the most boring sport you can do in your life: fitness.&lt;br /&gt;- I'll just go around and wonder finding some inspiration...&lt;br /&gt;- AND YEAH! a surprise is to be await. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO~! I'll post as much as I can and do more things okay?&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, everyone I'll be online from today till friday next week okay? (4.6.10)&lt;br /&gt;I know it sucks but whatever...hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, talking about today, nothing really happens though, its just me loitering around with myself and saw amrit while finding books and some other SBU or SBS students. HA! They're stunned with me, because I'm awesome. NOT~! XDD&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yes, its true I went around somewhere and do nothing and finding some stuff that I can buy like manga or novels. Well, I was also hoping I could find someone that time. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS! cya soon. move with the flow. &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/8694996976257824673-4150781081824940880?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/4150781081824940880/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/05/airing-fragrance.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4150781081824940880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/4150781081824940880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/05/airing-fragrance.html' title='Airing Fragrance.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-5890177089205444521</id><published>2010-05-11T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T08:06:20.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run with the Fireflies.</title><content type='html'>Hey, what up again, its me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, at RMC, everything is limited, this computer is slow like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, felt homesick as usual. I want to publish something. Well because I still remember you people.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hmm, my sis is going to university this friday but I'm not attending it because there's  military exercise. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what's up in KL guys? SAB people?&lt;br /&gt;I'm like living in huang he river millions of years ago and you guys are at present age...&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;but you dont see a caveman writing a blog. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gtg cya!&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;"Run with the fireflies over the sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;the fragrance of blue lavender still exist.&lt;br /&gt;If the gears of the clock could reverse,&lt;br /&gt;I could run back to those days.&lt;br /&gt;The sky is so high and bright.&lt;br /&gt;They remind me how I used to smile. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I searched for you, left and right.&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the crossroad,&lt;br /&gt;You cherish me to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, but I didn't know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;The rain stopped, the umbrella still covers me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were here, after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;But it was only a daydream.&lt;br /&gt;And so I sighed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, want more? wait for holidays ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-5890177089205444521?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/5890177089205444521/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/05/run-with-fireflies.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5890177089205444521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5890177089205444521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/05/run-with-fireflies.html' title='Run with the Fireflies.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-5074301164101392428</id><published>2010-05-10T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:26:51.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where there's sunshine, there's rain.</title><content type='html'>Hey people, what up?!&lt;br /&gt;You know, I got an access to the internet for awhile, so i quickly sneak peak at my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of okay, still the same though but I feel my blog is...good...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news it is, IM GOING BACK AT 27TH MAY!&lt;br /&gt;It's been two months I haven't gone back home. Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My writings had been so full and haven't publish yet to blog. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, where the clock ticks, there's time... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT TIME IS RUNNING OUT! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, maybe I'm too excited to go back, so wait ya people?&lt;br /&gt;I'll hang out with you...if I have time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I can't access facebook! It is such a stupid thing that could ever happened to you...(why are you laughing! I knew you all like it! T.Tx10000000000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cya! Bye (you can really tell there aint enough time here... grr!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              "Didn't I told you to fly the kite high?&lt;br /&gt;                 The wind is so soft, so still. But hurricane is too dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;                 If the gears of the clock could reverse,&lt;br /&gt;                 Going back to sentinels of happiness, is a wish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rei-ryuusei092&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-5074301164101392428?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/5074301164101392428/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-theres-sunshine-theres-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5074301164101392428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/5074301164101392428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-theres-sunshine-theres-rain.html' title='Where there&apos;s sunshine, there&apos;s rain.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-772920862597638986</id><published>2010-03-20T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:49:28.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rays of Spring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey! Again! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aishu, actually I had nothing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wait, seriously, you can give me a suggestion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I gotta claim that I beat SAB seniors in debates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S6TaIreJBMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BYpLKkOjlo0/s320/dbate2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450721291668096194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Above: On the left is Arshad, on the right is Mazlan (the captain+school head prefect I think). Well their having fun. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still asking how did I do that. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But gotta give them some thanks you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that without them, I'm not as good as I am now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And without them, since their my friends, their awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? I'm still a wonderer, you could say I'm on the walk. And got some stuff more to learn. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S6RoAT3adtI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cYAXB_uaJbk/s320/xpdc3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450595803567126226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: That's what we did in our camp. Damn those rocks. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since everyone is busy, well, I came in the wrong timing I guess. WHY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you know, after a long journey, well, there's indeed lots of memoirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There not good, neither bad. It's just memoirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll just remember it forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The push up x100, running 4-5KM, sitting inside a packed truck. etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S6TVaZmRWMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hVkRSMNdFXI/s320/RMCparade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450716098549864642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: A year to come, we return with honour. That's how we march. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, everyone felt the same. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There asking what's going to happen tomorrow and counting how many seconds are there left for them to say "goodbye" or "the end".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, when they say "we're not gonna go back." Everyone was just stunned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stunned by those words, everyone was asking "What?" "Why?" inside their heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it was, staring at the person who actually said it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at the sky, what's gonna happen tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closing my eyelids, how long were we suppose to walk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what really happened during our camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I didn't really gave a clear explanation, I think you'll still be able to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we been through wasn't the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could make an assumption, that we live inside a box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the box is opened, we laugh like there ain't tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the box is closed, some tears inside your heart explains your sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what if the box slowly unveils itself? Who knows what would happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe a rainbow will drew by itself? Or a shadow will cover the light? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is wonder indeed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really sure how would you describe the word "fun".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it something you would say its great?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know, as long as there's laughs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll clearly remember the joke you told with your friends. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout what I walk now, I think there's many things needed an explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you go out, you'll start to realize how important is seconds and friends to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what's left are just ashes of memoirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's true that I do need to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, there's lots more come and learn about myself. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, I got more writings you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, I'm not quite sure if anyone or someone is reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if there's words, there's tales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When there's tales, there's lots of pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When there's pages, there's a reader. Now that's when writers leave legacies. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put it in words, so words drew a story through imagination with millions of colours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More is to come in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spread our arms and fly to the sky! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow (21.03.2010) is my last day of being in computer people! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rei-ryuusei092&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-772920862597638986?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/772920862597638986/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/03/rays-of-spring_19.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/772920862597638986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/772920862597638986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/03/rays-of-spring_19.html' title='Rays of Spring.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S6TaIreJBMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BYpLKkOjlo0/s72-c/dbate2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6135983036379828264</id><published>2010-03-20T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:03:44.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rays of Spring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey. what up? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, is a nice day. Because it's holiday for me haha! you know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, after training all day long around the clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wouldn't say it's not tiring right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'll tell you why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last, last week (starting from 8th of March), it's a hellish week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to exams, we were rushing to studies, juggling with debates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The level of stress is very high. Pressure is everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scrambling here and there, makes you feel in the end of day, well, stupid. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aish, then on friday, I straight away went to a debate competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S6RbMkVf1hI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HLj2FqTybuc/s320/CQ+Teo+DebateRMC1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450581720495543826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: Hundreds of people is in the picture. Your mission: Find me. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You wouldn't be able to search me. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Never mind! Back to the story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OK! The seniors told us to pack up and...SCRAMBLE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ran up and down the stairs with your suits on and done. Leave my college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally I arrived to KDU College and settle down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the first time, we were able to go somewhere outside our school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No, seriously. I mean, that was like awesome thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we get to know other people from other school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We got some free time at night, we really don't know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we went outing. Go here and there, watch movies. :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then go on camping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hop on the water rafting and stuff. Seriously, extreme standards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Onto my next post! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;rei-ryuusei092&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-6135983036379828264?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6135983036379828264/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/03/rays-of-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6135983036379828264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6135983036379828264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/03/rays-of-spring.html' title='Rays of Spring.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S6RbMkVf1hI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HLj2FqTybuc/s72-c/CQ+Teo+DebateRMC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-3175213289183233612</id><published>2010-02-21T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:07:00.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the other shore of sadness, it is said there is a rainbow of happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When you're walking, is there something you feel you want to go backwards?&lt;/div&gt;When you're running, do you look at your back?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess when I left, there's nothing much I could do or think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I don't have to worry, because they&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; live long. &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello people. It's me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my last day I'll ever write in my blog for another 3 more months (possibly I may return somewhere around May or July).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I got access to my blog, yes, I'll be happy to write down anything that I should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However so, I'm wondering around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will my writings be read by you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will it be read by people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or am I playing these strings alone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There isn't much I could say or left here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still had some worries and concerns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still thinking what to write or put down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my blog isn't that much of stuff that I can put. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been so busy and my schedule is so tight that I barely can spend little much to entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, seeing my friends around and etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do release my stress from msn. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there weren't many online though, because of exams and works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching dramas? I don't have that much of time. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, as time runs by, it gets shorter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like an hourglass, its sand beneath the jar gets bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Likewise to say, everything we do, is short after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitterness feels like a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have nothing much to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think today's weather, is a bit okay. Just what's all these high heat hot temperatures. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm guessing at evening it'll rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, happy birthday in advance to the people who will have birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, everyone, do what do you think is right ya? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck to those who will have exam on Monday (22.02.2010).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may come to the dinner thinggy if they allow it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's spring, soon summer will come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trees soon will flourished with green colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sunflower will blossomed with its yellow colour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind flows to south."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, look forward and advance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya soon. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rei-ryuusei092.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-3175213289183233612?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/3175213289183233612/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-other-shore-of-sadness-it-is-said.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3175213289183233612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/3175213289183233612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-other-shore-of-sadness-it-is-said.html' title='On the other shore of sadness, it is said there is a rainbow of happiness.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-8745088104268419848</id><published>2010-02-20T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:51:43.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Talks~: Between the two roads.</title><content type='html'>Hey, what up? :)&lt;div&gt;Well, today, I kind of lost my energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost some spirit you know. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, kinda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm not going to post my writings (well, I will post it later! XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm just going to post what I think. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not using so-hard-to-understand words, well, trying to write in simplest method here. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here, I just wanna write about what I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I review, what I see and what road am I walking on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, don't get me wrong, I'm not being emo-istic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just fine. Not sad, not happy, not anything. Just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, when you're running, suddenly you found hardships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You found you're in nowhere. There's no signs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The choices are yours, you're on your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any decisions are ultimately yours. Your destiny is still unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in a new environment, is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, I've never been so isolated in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike the life when I was in SAB, at first I kinda feel not good, after a year, finally I've gotten used to it, which is to say, I am grateful. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, who doesn't loves their youthful times?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think now I finally understood what's the meaning of "decision".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I did made a mistake in my life, leaving my memories behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I do admit, it is hard to leave your past behind. Because there's so many laughs and canvas you made, finally you left it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then at here, I suddenly thought about my youthful times, will I still get it in my present school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably we were so keen on our objectives before, but then silence breaks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those cheers, those waves and everything, at some point, you laugh until you forgot it's your last day that you're there. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I can only stare out of the window on the blue sky and the sheep-like clouds moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminiscing those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're playing any kinds of games, sports, chess, monopoly and whatever you can think of, you can do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can decide anything, but whenever you made a mistake, you can reverse anytime you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in life, I guess I learnt something, possibly something meaningful in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Possibly I would remember forever in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is, decision. You can't turn back, you need to move forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I've already learned about it long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nevertheless that, I've never face such hard decision like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To go back, I may receive my pastime, but it's not good because your friends, everyone, had supported you. There, you return as nothing but in lost and behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To go forward, there might be something, but there'll be uncountable numbers of sweat and tears that I may have to repeat back. Which is to say, leave your memoirs behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if you keep on running, the road going back becomes dead end and you have no other choice but to run? Will you run?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I have to search for that "sunshine &amp;amp; rain". Not wait for the storm to come by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miracles do happen. But we have to search for it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what I wrote here is, you might say it's pointless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I'm just writing here on what I thought about 3 weeks ago. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're making a hard decision regarding about your memoirs and your future,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You saw there's two paths, possibly more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when you chose a decision and think it is right, you suddenly feel it is right, but you just lose something. Out of your grasp, you can't do anything but to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All choices and decisions are like that I guess. It leaves regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, days and years will pass, will the jokes we made still be laughable? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Autumn passes by, the dead leaves scatters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I the last one to understand everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I assume like so."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rei-ryuusei092&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-8745088104268419848?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/8745088104268419848/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/02/talks-between-two-roads.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8745088104268419848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8745088104268419848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/02/talks-between-two-roads.html' title='~Talks~: Between the two roads.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6313158958858318672</id><published>2010-02-18T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:28:45.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Interview Talk~: Rainbow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What up everyone? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So uh, today, is kinda good day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my intention to buy ink for my printer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I crossed my ex-school for a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was awesome, everything was just as it is. Well, some things changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am at the school, I'll spend some 5 minutes seeing how's my classroom (18.2.2010)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it never did changed. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just awesome like how it used to be before. 4H.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet if there's people in it, it'll be one hell of a noisy classroom. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sit at my ex-place, that was next to Hakeem (no one was around except me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And look at the surrounding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, maybe I did feel some what missing the old me. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But one cannot stay with his memories, one needs to move forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, the classroom that I used to left was just like it was and like it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it that way, and it's just great to reminiscing your own memoirs. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S35y2LMecwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BUG38v9sKK4/s1600-h/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S35y2LMecwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BUG38v9sKK4/s320/DSC00063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439911674953757442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: The first thing you say in the morning at SAB: "Did you finish your work?" XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss those days. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, a place where you gotta be disciplined, is where I went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still had some dilemma. I still had headaches about where should I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where am I now, and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A thousand regrets for none?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still don't know where am I standing, or where am I now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I'm doing is just running straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe I still don't know what's in front of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can only assume I'm the last one to understand behind the silhouette of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Perhaps time is kind of an antidote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And also the first poison I'm taking now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;rei-ryuusei092&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/8694996976257824673-6313158958858318672?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6313158958858318672/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/02/interview-talk-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6313158958858318672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6313158958858318672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/02/interview-talk-rainbow.html' title='~Interview Talk~: Rainbow?'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S35y2LMecwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BUG38v9sKK4/s72-c/DSC00063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-923564782457356438</id><published>2010-02-15T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:22:49.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Interview Talk~: From Indigo to Violet.</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;div&gt;What up?! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How's life? Yeah! It's a long time I've ditched my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before that, happy cny. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get lots of angpaus ya? XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smell of facebook and things, are still as good as before. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, uh, how's life without me? I'm just fine, just that I'm much disciplined than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, military school, what do you expect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get yourself up at 0430H and do some stuff then go to bed at 0000H.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda tiring. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, when I was there, everyday feels just like yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day feels like one year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't know, I still don't have a reason why do I feel like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably because I didn't feel or get used to it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I went back, everyone's blog was airing sadness. It feels gloomy. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'll went back to my hostel on sunday. hahaha! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better not be late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why the hell homework does have to follow me around wherever I go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T.T x10000000000000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So uh, since I went back already, I'll try to write as many things on this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concurrently I don't have that much of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to have time for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now people, C.H.E.R.I.S.H.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try! There are people who still supports you behind. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's many things we need to pursue. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up until now, I'm kinda blurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll come with lots of ideas ya? (if I got one. XD )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rei-ryuusei092&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(PS: Don't ditch my blog people hahaha T.T )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PSS: This song lyrics are awesome and meaningful. It's about friends, family and etc. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/shyMxAxksGk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/shyMxAxksGk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/object&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/8694996976257824673-923564782457356438?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/923564782457356438/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/02/interview-talk-from-indigo-to-violet.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/923564782457356438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/923564782457356438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/02/interview-talk-from-indigo-to-violet.html' title='~Interview Talk~: From Indigo to Violet.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-6588038420335597472</id><published>2010-01-24T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T07:56:10.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writings: Sad Rain.</title><content type='html'>*Do scroll down and read other post OK?!* XDD&lt;div&gt;*This part is just my writing before I leave (in case I can't touch my blog for 6 months)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Title: Sad Rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writer: rei-ryuusei092&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the moments had turned grey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is getting cloudy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's with the sad atmosphere? I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I look upwards to the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there anything to cry for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's all the past decided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I decided to walk over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are lots of paved paths, narrow roads and complex railways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of a correct decision, I still had worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I thought, I must continue to believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe is better than doubting, they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how strong is my believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cloudy sky. It drips rain gradually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sad moment comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I turned away to smile, because I believe it makes me better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These rain, can they be petals of fluttered snow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Likewise, can miracles happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I insist to smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tears had frozen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new sunrise will rose. The cities lights and traffic are still running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll do my best, as I say, that's my promise to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new day quirks, it's time to walk on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memoirs are not forgotten, they are ephemeral past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run a thousand miles, forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so the sunshine comes after the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there's grammatical error, I'm sorry. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye everyone, if I can write my blog or if I got the chance, I'll write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we got chance, we'll meet up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hopefully you like the writings and book and stuff. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it folks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rei-ryuusei092&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Do watch this video, it reminds me of school life. It's by Remioromen - Sanggatsu Kokonoka (March 9th). It's an awesome song. There's also live version below there. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9LpL8ELKYg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9LpL8ELKYg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_x7BSC2IU80&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_x7BSC2IU80&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-6588038420335597472?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/6588038420335597472/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/01/writings-sad-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6588038420335597472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/6588038420335597472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/01/writings-sad-rain.html' title='Writings: Sad Rain.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-8377128497607566205</id><published>2010-01-24T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:52:27.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusion II: Our memoirs lives on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What up? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! I'm really sorry guys I didn't update my blog on saturday (23.1.2010).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really! T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's because I went to buy some stuff like ties, black shoes and stuff for the military college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ain't touch computer for so long and I don't think I'll be msn for a long time. (Hopefully I'll find a way...if there is.) XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xZvhtpCQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UQAE85jf8ss/s1600-h/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xZvhtpCQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UQAE85jf8ss/s320/DSC00063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430313923740502274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: Ain't there a class better than 4H? Yes? No? Maybe? Probably? Maybe yes? Maybe no? I say no, but drop in my "COMMUNICATION" box. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how's your day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything's fine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, mine, is kinda different. Today (24.1.2010), is a farewell party for the people who are leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Me, Anas, Aiman and Nadia. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xZwE-AcuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JYKGnHHl9tk/s1600-h/DSC00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xZwE-AcuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JYKGnHHl9tk/s320/DSC00088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430313933204386530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: Naquib saying: "O rlly? What?!" XDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, there was a pool side there. We enjoyed and played there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, technically, Muhammad (4H guy) or simply called, Mat pushed Anas to the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLOLOL! Everyone laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xZu5XPJxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QCbUfVWkZSQ/s320/DSC00091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430313912909113106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: Anas got pushed. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I pushed him to the pool. He fell, I laughed at him. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I was like "DUDE what the hell!??". Men Chau pushed me to the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men Chau pushed&gt;  Me pushed&gt; Mat pushed&gt; Anas *being pushed*&gt; to the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like domino but it was fun. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xcGoYxwHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jLdzpPHl1bw/s1600-h/DSC00085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xcGoYxwHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jLdzpPHl1bw/s320/DSC00085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430316519692288114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: Aiman (left, mckk guy). Takes picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, there was lots of people being forced to the pool. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throwing Anas to the pool, is an awesome thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xZvbk7SrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MEy_F3UfgQ4/s320/DSC00083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430313922093337266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: Penguin (V-Vian) and Yah Mun (if youre reading this, I deeply apologise because I'm bad at names, good at recognizing people's face. XDD) exhauted playing badminton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we eat, play badminton. It was awesome, it was a great memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciated their effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xZwftL8aI/AAAAAAAAAH4/SAKxh_DyFs0/s320/DSC00086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430313940381594018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: Relaxing. Playing games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey people, I got something to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for everything. Very much appreciated your effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xcFvpU40I/AAAAAAAAAIA/b2KbJN2FzSg/s1600-h/DSC00061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xcFvpU40I/AAAAAAAAAIA/b2KbJN2FzSg/s320/DSC00061.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430316504460878658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Above: Melly (Melvyn), it's fine. This picture is memorable. I still remember you playing those rubber bands and play catapult with me. XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So uh, well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you see, I might not be having much time to check my, yours or anyone's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And updating? Well, it kinda took me 30 minutes to update hahaha! XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xcFxDreUI/AAAAAAAAAII/U9a6n6l0SsQ/s1600-h/DSC00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xcFxDreUI/AAAAAAAAAII/U9a6n6l0SsQ/s320/DSC00064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430316504839846210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: Let the picture define my class. Noisy. I like it that way. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, they will lock me up in there for 6 months so I can't leave and go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, the last message on this blog will be my writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people requested puting in the writing, so I'll put it as the last one. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xcGL-S9_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lZYCR4CPBjA/s1600-h/DSC00082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xcGL-S9_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lZYCR4CPBjA/s320/DSC00082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430316512065026034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: Nadia and her minion, Iasya. Iasya minion (Nadia) is moving soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm not really sure in either today, or friday was the last day I'll ever see you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;And hey, cherish the memoirs. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventhough, friday was the last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll still cherish it. The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue sky&lt;/span&gt; is open wide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Search your dreams. When the dark comes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stars will glow, moon will shine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However so, the starlight will gaze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; meteor drifts&lt;/span&gt; the sky,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I gtg. I don't have any ideas what to put or write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm saving it for the next post. Writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, cya. That's it folks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really sorry there aint anything and there's no pictures for previous post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However so, this time there is. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you I haven't seen you, so I'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows in the future? We'll see &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xcHKRttNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ipoz0pIU9WY/s1600-h/DSC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xcHKRttNI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ipoz0pIU9WY/s320/DSC00074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430316528789468370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: How do I look like in my suit? That's what I'll be wearing for tomorrow. Sorry the blurry thing. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So cya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pai&lt;/span&gt;-Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll continue to write in my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;new book.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rei-ryuusei092&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-8377128497607566205?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/8377128497607566205/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/01/conclusion-ii-our-memoirs-lives-on.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8377128497607566205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/8377128497607566205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/01/conclusion-ii-our-memoirs-lives-on.html' title='Conclusion II: Our memoirs lives on.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1xZvhtpCQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UQAE85jf8ss/s72-c/DSC00063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-7156848781531603595</id><published>2010-01-22T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:30:59.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusion: Memories do live long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1mFzfBrrBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qlC0-pg1shc/s1600-h/school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1mFzfBrrBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qlC0-pg1shc/s320/school.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429517945320221714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: I go somewhere around this field, stand up, and look at the blue sky, whenever I feel sad.  It's my favourite spot at school. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey people!&lt;div&gt;What up? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha! I'm really sorry that I publish my last day post on saturday (23.1.2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seriously sorry because I fell ill when I return home and got fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm fine, just the usual me. :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how's life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm talking as if there's nothing happening. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you write something, you leave a legacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when people leave a legacy, will it fade through time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is kinda special. Very memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was France, Friday was the day I left my school (International School of Paris).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well not bragging of course! XDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, well, I just thought about friday is like some kinda farewell day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now today, I left SAB in friday. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I kinda learned something special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think now I understand what's the real meaning of "gift" and "friends".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though people still are young, time probably would gave an answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all of the bitter moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Thanks for the book+mentos. Definitely will write thousands of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Good luck in everything. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think there's a reason why am I in SAB and why I love school so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday I came, I came to see my friends. They're awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people who applied RMC straight away didn't come to school, but I don't do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I merely came to SAB just to see my friends and learn some stuff which I think, I would've been missed out if I'm in my new school. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today, I chitter chat with some folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiman: Ko ni kan. . . (You . . .)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Apabenda? (What?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiman: Kau tak pernah-pernah jadi budak SAB. hahahaha! XD (You're never called an SAB kid you know.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *do the wth face* ha!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiman: Tengok ah, kau masuk SAB panggil budak VI, kau keluar SAB orang panggil kau budak RMC. Hahaha! XDD (You see, when you entered SAB, we call you "VI kid", now you're leaving we call you RMC kid...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now what the hell?? =.="x100000000000000000000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really sure if you understand that, but if you're in my class, you'll sure will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much stuff is done today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xyuan and kyan are taking funds for a farewell party for those who were leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing for sure, it's hell lots of memory I love today. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, then I interrupted while people are camwhoring, just for fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha! I ruined their picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Kexin asked for some photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Hey! why the hell do I have to stay!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kexin: *does wait sign* wait wait wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some chinese dude: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:17px;"&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: normal; font-family:arial;"&gt;某事说用中文。&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Arial;"&gt;* (says something in chinese.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Kexin: uh...ah....ah...uhuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me: Hey hey HEY!! why the hell do I have to stay??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Kexin: umm...uh....oh! wait man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Some chinese dude: wait wait, give me 1 minute. *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" white-space: normal;  font-family:arial;font-size:17px;"&gt;某事说用中文。&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;* (says something in chinese to kexin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Me: Oh okay... I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;*Looks at my watch. One minute ends.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Kexin: *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" white-space: normal;  font-family:arial;font-size:17px;"&gt;某事说用中文。&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;* (says something in chinese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Some chinese dude: *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" white-space: normal;  font-family:arial;font-size:17px;"&gt;某事说用中文。&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;* (says something in chinese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Me: Dude, you're literally adding up 30 seconds on 1 minute, now what the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Kexin: YEAH! WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Me: *I was blurr* Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Kexin: Hmm...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Me: Uhuh...Uhuhuh Uhuhuh Uhuhuh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Kexin: Uhuhuh? *rushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Me: never mind. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;*They continued. *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" white-space: normal;  font-family:arial;font-size:17px;"&gt;某事说用中文。&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;* (says something in chinese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;=.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;*Few minutes later, me doing talkshow with people about scary stuff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Kexin: *interrupts* YEAH NOW WHAT!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Me: WAIT!! tu lah, tadi saya pergi sana tak nak cakap! =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Me + Yuen Yee: *does the insult (mid-finger) salute to kexin XDD* (salute = tabik)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;*everyone laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;So then I joined Yik Kai with his random jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;It's not funny but somehow funny. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;They were telling some scary stories. I was only there to see people getting scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;With Yik Kai, Melvyn and Me yelling "BOOM" while in the middle of the scary story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Aish, seeing people like Eunis covering up her ear (she didnt cover it while the BOOM part XD), Dharshini got startled, Hyn-yi listening to it like attentively (she ain't wear her glasses today. XD) and some other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Yeah, it's not scary, it's funny seeing their reaction. XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;All folks in this world are just too awesome to explain. XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Today was awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I really like what happened today. Its a good memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;After going friday prayer, I went back to SAB (usually I would head home).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I was seeing things in SAB and came to my favourite inspiring place (the picture very above there. XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I wasn't so sure of what to do and what to say, there's nobody to chat with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;The school was empty and some guys are preparing for a big ceremony tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I feel that if I don't do this, I'll regret it somehow. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;So I came to my classroom. The classroom, was empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;None were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I was kinda smiling by myself and thought about my writing. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;"The classroom which was ones full of laughters, are empty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;So, my writing somehow came in, somewhat true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;You might not get my point now, but everyone will one day go through this. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;There's so many things I wish I wanna do, but we can't make up be like a robot that can do things simultaneously, aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;So plan things well ya? School life isn't only about studying, but also the people around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;There ain't lots of stuff you can do at the same time, so balance up yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Cherish guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I'll be missing sab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Oh yes, photo shots I took are taken randomly, even if they pose, it's their wish. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;And yes, I'll edit this post later. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;rei-ryuusei092&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/8694996976257824673-7156848781531603595?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/7156848781531603595/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/01/conclusion-memories-do-live-long.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7156848781531603595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7156848781531603595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/01/conclusion-memories-do-live-long.html' title='Conclusion: Memories do live long.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/S1mFzfBrrBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qlC0-pg1shc/s72-c/school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-7938491307830294964</id><published>2010-01-21T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:48:36.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAB Final Days: Summerset 2.</title><content type='html'>Yo!&lt;div&gt;What up people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day? Mine is kinda good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are getting better day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I just wanna say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is my last day! T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have to ditch my blog for 6 months! T.T x100000000000000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moreover, I will only have 3 days before ditching this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda feel sad like that. OMG! No writing for 6 months is like, not touching the computer for 6 months! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll feel like I came from Shih Huang Ti era then... T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS! Today, I kept on seeing people doing things that I don't have to do. Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO! Seriously! It feels like "You're-the-idiot-in-centre".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK! So anyways, in the morning, I'm talking lots of craps with other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the afternoon, Kexin took my book while I was writing. So I shouted "MASIN! Give me back!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was like "O.O" and have that kinda "LOL" face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, I noticed some stuff in the classroom. It was kinda odd though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, when Q/Hyn-yi wears her eyeglasses, she looks old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Q/Hyn-yi, if you're reading this, it's a compliment. :D) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week isn't a bad week. But you know, there's lots of "WTF-Situation".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, Melvyn asked me to go the whiteboard and write the answer of maths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there were cheering my name, so I was like, "the hell is your problem you people? =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean like, what's with playing "truth or dare" with me in the middle of maths class XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's just a WTF situation. Grateful though that I can do them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I heard my class of 2009 3J is doing some farewell party to those who were transferring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are Aiman (he got Malay College Kuala Kangsar), Anas (he got Tunku Mukhriz College/Sains Seremban), Nadia (she got a hostel school in Taiping, Perak) and Me (Royal Military College). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda surprised though. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's it folks, I don't have anything left on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's empty now. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rei-ryuusei092.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I like this song. It's awesome. Nell - Thank You (it's a k-rock. korean rock. XDD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the live version. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cc3rtyfg1DE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=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/cc3rtyfg1DE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8694996976257824673-7938491307830294964?l=rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/feeds/7938491307830294964/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/01/sab-final-days-summerset-2.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7938491307830294964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8694996976257824673/posts/default/7938491307830294964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rei-ryuusei092.blogspot.com/2010/01/sab-final-days-summerset-2.html' title='SAB Final Days: Summerset 2.'/><author><name>rei-ryuusei092 - rei-レンジ092</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11219283371317046588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wegz6DTzKW4/SZ6xElnfhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CnPbSHeQbCg/S220/border2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8694996976257824673.post-4554031577192039063</id><published>2010-01-20T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:05:07.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAB Final Days: Final 3.</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;div&gt;What up people? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How may I entertain you with my words?  XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Specifically saying, crapping. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, okay I know...cut the crap, skip the prologue. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, things happen somehow very differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of get myself feeling better day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, everything is just too wonderful to get it into words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel saddened and touched of my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha! XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, today, there wouldn't be much crapping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came in late for physics because chemistry teacher calls me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: Got any yellow fever when youre a kid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Nope. Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher: GOOD! Then pass on the message to yer classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I did pass it on. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, today I didn't do that much of stuff but hell yeah it does feel tiring a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I see people doing PEKA files. Everywhere I go, there's always work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyee, omg, I'm feeling lifeless seeing people kept on doing work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hakeem: DUDE! You do the PEKA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: You ain't asking the right person here, you know. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hakeem: Oh right...you don't have to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*So I went on taking only records of their experiment.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Still, it's kilomegaton boring.* XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow good. :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Melvyn+Hakeem is somehow lifeless today and start on shooting those rubber lastics to me. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, you know those stuff you took rubber bands and paper together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And target at other people. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, I show my "master-ness" of my skill in doing these "childish" things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(lol, don't get me wrong, I used to lastic stuff when I was like 6-7 years old and learned some things how to be a "kampung boy/village boy") still know how to do it. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I did the painful one, and they surrender. But there you go again he strike it once more, after a truce. mega painful =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I let them go do the noise with Brandon while me writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it ain't working since they were too noisy. Aish... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was ridiculous. But somehow memorable. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, it's two days left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one day, I will step out from my school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I don't want to make my blog gloomy. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave it off for my writing. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;So concurrently, well, I'm collecting pictures. XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I'll do more, don't worry about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Stay tune with me, more writings+memories+stories+pictures will come. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;So, cya. (Teacher ain't giving me my essay yet T.T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;If teacher didn't gave me my essay back, well, I'll tell you what I wrote ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;It's not something big, it's just that, I don't have any ideas what to put for my last days. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;And I didn't "read" my essay with an enlightened mood. Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;(even if she did give me the essay, I will tell you what I wrote, hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;OK! Cut the crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;So cya, that's it folks. You got 2 more days to see me, visually. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;rei-ryuusei092&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;PS: Oh ya! By the way, there is "Sunshine &amp;amp; Rain" today. It really did happen! 
