<?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-2907368427544821558</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:30:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it unfolds</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt;through the eyes of&lt;br&gt;Nabil Ibrahim</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-7415372862493925915</id><published>2011-07-23T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T23:28:44.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth can really hurt</title><content type='html'>After some what, 6 months? 7months? ages, of not updating this long forgotten blog of mine, here I am again. It has been ages! And I can tell this by the struggle that I get, trying to even come up with how to start of my sentence. Sigh sigh, big sigh! I can't blame it on truckloads of assignments keeping me busy, and I sure as hell can't blame it on tightly scheduled classes cause it's not tight at all, or else I wouldn't have time to go watch Malaysia vs Arsenal and Chelsea on the same week. Yes, I was there. But, theres no point in rambling on about that so onto the next topic, from now on, I will, no make it I shall whole-heartedly try to blog everyday, cause, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point number one : I didn't create this blog and started it with blogging everyday only to disappear or fizzle out at the end, its a waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point number two : IELST is around the corner, and I am nowhere ready to face it head on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the JPA students have passed the test, and a few are still having the exam next week. All the best to them. I heard of one Benjamin Oh, I think that's his name, at least that's what Facebook says, got a staggering Band 9. Here's my message to you Benjamin ; ARE YOU MAD? A perfect score? I need to meet this guy. &lt;br /&gt;Let's just leave it at that, next, Arsenal. I know there are some of you who say "after years of not updating, and you can't come up with anything else than football?" What can you say, I must, its my obligation as a self proclaimed die hard fan to blog my opinion of the team. So here it is, I spent my day watching countless Arsenal videos, to be specific, the great Arsenal side of 2004, the team they called the invincibles. It is sad to see that nowadays, our boss seems content on signing 16 year old and to be called a rising team, only to fizzle out towards the end. It's a shame that Gael Clichy, the last of the invincibles has left us to join the glory hunting scums Manchester City. But no matter, for Arsenal, the future is always bright. There is still one person left in the today team that was a part of the Invincibles back then, and Im sure you know who I am talking about. Monsieur Arsene Wenger. Do something Arsene, it is time for Francesc to say goodbye. Sell him for the price that he is worth, and buy Juan Matta, or Eden Hazard. He missed the Asia Tour, with his non stop injury, and the fact that he is our captain, that is unforgivable. Persuade Nasri to sign a new contract, if he refuses, then sell him to a club, other than Man United, cause it is mad not to. SIGH. I think thats it, my time is up, my ideas are nowhere to be found, I shall call it a day. Goodbye readers (if I still have any). CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-7415372862493925915?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/7415372862493925915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2011/07/truth-can-really-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7415372862493925915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7415372862493925915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2011/07/truth-can-really-hurt.html' title='The truth can really hurt'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-7028580983898630397</id><published>2010-12-01T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:06:56.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through thick and thin</title><content type='html'>Unlike the name of this blog suggests, I have not let you guys in with what's happening with my life lately. It has been ages, since I last updated this blog and in an effort to keep this blog from rotting up and to keep my English level from getting below par, I decided to do something about it. Plus it's not that I don't wanna update my blog, it's just that, juggling between classes and homeworks and exams I just can't find that wee bit of space to blog, honest (tapi keluar almost every night boleh pulak, yeah right Nabil). Now I'm on my final semester break, and I'm now in Kerteh. Haven't done anything much though, I've recently recovered from a slight fever so I haven't have the time to arse about with my holidays yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a hundred words, I've already run out of ideas. Haha :D Forgive me, I think this is okay as a starter :D&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/_LcersawSTeI/TPZjfDK08mI/AAAAAAAAAQg/E7J6Uv3NhLU/s1600/FYFYFYFYF..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/TPZjfDK08mI/AAAAAAAAAQg/E7J6Uv3NhLU/s320/FYFYFYFYF..jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss this girl :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 29px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 182px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2907368427544821558-7028580983898630397?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/7028580983898630397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/12/unlike-name-of-this-blog-suggests-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7028580983898630397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7028580983898630397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/12/unlike-name-of-this-blog-suggests-i.html' title='Through thick and thin'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/TPZjfDK08mI/AAAAAAAAAQg/E7J6Uv3NhLU/s72-c/FYFYFYFYF..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-8353777327393862085</id><published>2010-09-08T15:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:45:17.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Valse d'Amelie</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Mom is not around, grandmom is not around, my closest aunt is not around. Tell me, what kind of an Eid celebration will that be? Anyways, mom departed for Jeddah Airport yesterday to perform her Umrah, again, for this year. So she'll be celebrating Eid in Mecca and Medina :) Good luck mom, we'll miss you, we miss you already, take note that we're jealous of you. Don't forget to buy me an Ajwal perfume from Dubai. Haha. Meanwhile mom is busy way half-way across the world right now, I'm busy 'profusing my fingers with amalgamations of beautifully written notes on my piano'. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/TIc-xwwZNWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ze90bEDIskg/s1600/piano%5Biano.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/TIc-xwwZNWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ze90bEDIskg/s400/piano%5Biano.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514445293360854370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of the pieces that I think, are crowdpleasers, soft to the ears :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clair de Lune - Debussy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ballade Pour Adeline - Clayderman.&lt;br /&gt;3. Comptine d'un autre ete - Yann Tiersen.&lt;br /&gt;4. Prelude No. 1 in C major (Well tempered Clavier) - Bach.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sonata in C major in allegro - Beethoven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, these are pieces that were made by geniusses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-8353777327393862085?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/8353777327393862085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-valse-damelie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8353777327393862085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8353777327393862085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-valse-damelie.html' title='La Valse d&apos;Amelie'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/TIc-xwwZNWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ze90bEDIskg/s72-c/piano%5Biano.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-3029823892564970511</id><published>2010-09-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:07:37.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darling, you are the only exception</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;"Ouhhh yeahhh, I have a blog, I forgot", bellow Nabil one fine afternoon. Haha. It has been a decade since I last even look at this blog. It's just that, between exams, and studies, and the absenteeism of Wifi connection in KTT, my hands are tight!! And yes, you heard it right, I'm now studying in KTT (Kolej Terlampau Tere) in Sepang. Taking Cambridge A-Levels under MARA's PILN programme. You can bet that, with it's majestic name, A Levels bring along a heavy price to be paid for the students. Nevertheless, this is the path that I chose, and life is about making decisions and never looking back, right. So, why not just be optimistic about it (although I'm so gonna flunk my mid sem exam). "Rustle up a resplendant smile", a friend of mine once said :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-3029823892564970511?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/3029823892564970511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/09/darling-you-are-only-exception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3029823892564970511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3029823892564970511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/09/darling-you-are-only-exception.html' title='darling, you are the only exception'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-3991307866984021119</id><published>2010-07-12T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:26:22.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go take your shovel, and we'll dig a deep hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;If I don't call you don't think that I am not missing you, cause I miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-3991307866984021119?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/3991307866984021119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/07/go-take-your-shovel-and-well-dig-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3991307866984021119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3991307866984021119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/07/go-take-your-shovel-and-well-dig-deep.html' title='go take your shovel, and we&apos;ll dig a deep hole'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-5200628119958048607</id><published>2010-05-16T15:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:10:05.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way you move ain't fair you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S--ZiZRgcpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QuijpUJPKIA/s1600/355018260_3a00e40993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471760888457360018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S--ZiZRgcpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QuijpUJPKIA/s400/355018260_3a00e40993.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wait!", Emily cried. Her words were thick with tears, but she lifted her chin and crossed her arms tight over her chest to keep from shaking. "I, um, I have this problem, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it. So I wanted to talk with my best friend." She swallowed and look at the black ground. "The thing is, they're both you." -The Pact-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-5200628119958048607?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/5200628119958048607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/05/way-you-move-aint-fair-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5200628119958048607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5200628119958048607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/05/way-you-move-aint-fair-you-know.html' title='the way you move ain&apos;t fair you know'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S--ZiZRgcpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QuijpUJPKIA/s72-c/355018260_3a00e40993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4776818445865728495</id><published>2010-05-10T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:38:17.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's nothing you can say, nothing you can do</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S-fSxrdewuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fey4sr8vmuY/s1600/3066618713_45d9751403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S-fSxrdewuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fey4sr8vmuY/s400/3066618713_45d9751403.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469572023386555106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"think not that the mujahideen that dies fi sabilillah as dead"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4776818445865728495?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4776818445865728495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/05/theres-nothing-you-can-say-nothing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4776818445865728495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4776818445865728495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/05/theres-nothing-you-can-say-nothing-you.html' title='there&apos;s nothing you can say, nothing you can do'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S-fSxrdewuI/AAAAAAAAAOA/fey4sr8vmuY/s72-c/3066618713_45d9751403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4335419511621129122</id><published>2010-05-10T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:57:15.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the mountains fall in ruin</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nth0QUyjWuA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/nth0QUyjWuA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably, this made me tremble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4335419511621129122?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4335419511621129122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-mountains-fall-in-ruin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4335419511621129122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4335419511621129122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-mountains-fall-in-ruin.html' title='and the mountains fall in ruin'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-8814006527552716765</id><published>2010-05-05T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:54:37.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the top of the show, we have shown you this</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Condition : Overcasted sky, dark, almost pitch black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Hey, do you think it's gonna rain?&lt;br /&gt;Me :Errr, nooo, of course not.&lt;br /&gt;A : Ouhh okay, thanks mate!&lt;br /&gt;Me : Rain? Today? Mate open your eyes, have a look at the sky, have you seen it? We're lucky if we ever see the sun again. Golly me, is it gonna rain? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;A : Where did you get this sarcasm of yours :(&lt;br /&gt;Me : TV, dad, IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-8814006527552716765?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/8814006527552716765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-top-of-show-we-have-shown-you-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8814006527552716765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8814006527552716765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-top-of-show-we-have-shown-you-this.html' title='at the top of the show, we have shown you this'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4629255458374478135</id><published>2010-05-04T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:40:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my daddy was a fisherman, my momma was a fisherman's friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S-AxZMpa6pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CtkiOjzLFC8/s1600/b659d79b0082f57402bf75dc92468100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467424256589228690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S-AxZMpa6pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CtkiOjzLFC8/s400/b659d79b0082f57402bf75dc92468100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not much of an update, because I actually have nothing significant to say but me waffle on about my tedious life. I guess you can say that this is an endeavour to keep this blog alive. Haha. I got an offer from UIA for foundation in biological science. Although this isn't what I was hoping to get, but I guess it'll do for now. But in the mean time, I'm still hoping for the MARA scholarships PILN programme. Wish me the 'best of British' guys :D I'm gonna need it. I think I need to have a paradigm shift, cause university life is just a reachful away from me and it has been yonks since I last held a biology book. I don't wanna turn into a twit right before I start Uni. I think now my brain has gone haywire. Proof? The best living proof is this god aweful wanker of a blogpost. Haha. So I guess there's no harm for me to swot for these few days. Thats it from me, TTFN, cheerio, tara, chura and so forth. Cheers mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4629255458374478135?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4629255458374478135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-daddy-was-fisherman-my-momma-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4629255458374478135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4629255458374478135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-daddy-was-fisherman-my-momma-was.html' title='my daddy was a fisherman, my momma was a fisherman&apos;s friend'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S-AxZMpa6pI/AAAAAAAAAN4/CtkiOjzLFC8/s72-c/b659d79b0082f57402bf75dc92468100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-7196633059096396704</id><published>2010-04-28T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T16:42:13.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who knows what miracles you can achieve, when you believe, somehow you will</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought this would come in handy for Idk, anyone I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS : There's a lot of untrue sentences, so dont mind them :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To me, nothing in the world can beat going to school with a positive thought every morning or sitting back and relax on a Saturday morning, reading my Biology magazines to keep my mind updated with current issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was born on the 6th of February 1992. As the eldest of my other two little brothers, I always have taught myself to be caring and loving to others. My father has a number of 12 siblings. As a result, I have many cousins, 6 of them are doctors. Since I was a young boy, I have been exposed to many medical terminologies and stories. And with the help of my cousins, I can see cloudlessly what they do as doctors. To me, what they do is noble. Growing up, I have developed myself to care for others and to help those in need profoundly. On top of that I always tend to listen to my friends and brothers problem and try to be the one who squares them out. That is when I realise that, the medical field is the one for me. As I thought, being a doctor would help me tremendously in creating a better and a more caring world. Certainly the purpose of my life since then was to help others in need and to set myself on track to becoming a medical practicioner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Studying in a school where competition is not an alien has helped me abundantly in preparing myself to handle pressures and to accept failure and mold them into successful triumph. Moreover, the systematic education system in Terengganu have taught me to be better at myself and to do the best that I can in everything that I do. With the number of camps that the state has offered, I have trained myself to compete with other students and also to be in a community where education is a must.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Furthermore, I have improved myself in my public speaking skills and my confidence level when I was selected to represent Malaysia in the TUNZA United Nations International Children Conference on the Environment and the International Petroleum Technology Conference. There I had to mingle with participants from around the world and we shared stories and our concern on the environment which is currently under serious problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the coming years, I intend to continue my studies under the sponsorship of MARA. After finishing my IB, I aspire to continue my studies abroad for better exposure and to collect as much learning experience as I can. After I graduate, I will devote and focus myself to serve my nation. Ultimately, after a few years of gaining experience, I will continue my studies to become a specialist specialising in the field of cardiology. I am sure, with the credibility of MARA, my lifelong goal of becoming a doctor will become a reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Based on my early age experiences up to the age I am in now, my love and enthusiasm towards medicine has increase. The world has been introduced to many new diseases in the past few years alone such as the H1N1 influenza. Clearly, this has made me devote myself to working to better myself and the community I am in as a whole. I will continue my work and hopefully, with the passion and determination that I have, I hope that I will be given the chance to participate in this programme. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-7196633059096396704?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/7196633059096396704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-knows-what-miracles-you-can-achieve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7196633059096396704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7196633059096396704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-knows-what-miracles-you-can-achieve.html' title='who knows what miracles you can achieve, when you believe, somehow you will'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4151143996106999350</id><published>2010-04-22T23:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:58:27.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause everyone knows that is how you get famous</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;A few of the pictures that were taken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S9Bou0mauiI/AAAAAAAAANI/wPy5Gshd_Tc/s1600/07042010159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S9Bou0mauiI/AAAAAAAAANI/wPy5Gshd_Tc/s400/07042010159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462981501603461666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S9Bpgr6v5QI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zk4C-VAG8QQ/s1600/08042010164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S9Bpgr6v5QI/AAAAAAAAANQ/zk4C-VAG8QQ/s400/08042010164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462982358266275074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Masjid Nabi&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S9BqLeTVHVI/AAAAAAAAANY/9EgAGHlZOVk/s1600/08042010166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S9BqLeTVHVI/AAAAAAAAANY/9EgAGHlZOVk/s400/08042010166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462983093345656146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S9BuADD0jPI/AAAAAAAAANg/bSnCMlfSuDQ/s1600/08042010182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S9BuADD0jPI/AAAAAAAAANg/bSnCMlfSuDQ/s400/08042010182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462987295100800242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S9Bupjpeo6I/AAAAAAAAANo/CeOjgGlFqE0/s1600/11042010218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S9Bupjpeo6I/AAAAAAAAANo/CeOjgGlFqE0/s400/11042010218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462988008223318946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S9Bx39q_pMI/AAAAAAAAANw/zPB3EuwiO6A/s1600/24367_1448152365441_1282143342_1291814_4977705_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S9Bx39q_pMI/AAAAAAAAANw/zPB3EuwiO6A/s400/24367_1448152365441_1282143342_1291814_4977705_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462991554262049986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4151143996106999350?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4151143996106999350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/04/cause-everyone-knows-that-is-how-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4151143996106999350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4151143996106999350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/04/cause-everyone-knows-that-is-how-you.html' title='cause everyone knows that is how you get famous'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S9Bou0mauiI/AAAAAAAAANI/wPy5Gshd_Tc/s72-c/07042010159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-5382080123501113391</id><published>2010-04-22T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:17:46.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been the longest winter without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I just got back from Mecca yesterday. Reached Bahrain from Saudi at around 4 in the evening, and reached KLIA from Bahrain at around 9 in the morning local time. Despite the long, tiresome journey, it was worth it I tell you. We spent 3 days and 2 nights in the holy city of medina. As a comparison, Medina is a much much cooler place than Mecca. I was awestruck by the jumaat subuh prayer in Medina led by Al Imam Sheikh Salah Al Budair. You can here everyone in the masjid crying when he recite the Surah Al Insan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofmRTUzXA64&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/ofmRTUzXA64&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill post up pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-5382080123501113391?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/5382080123501113391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-has-been-longest-winter-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5382080123501113391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5382080123501113391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-has-been-longest-winter-without-you.html' title='It has been the longest winter without you'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-8844858493724429059</id><published>2010-04-22T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:49:16.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you because</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Why do I love you? -Sure beats the shit outta me, but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-8844858493724429059?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/8844858493724429059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-you-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8844858493724429059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8844858493724429059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-you-because.html' title='I love you because'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-3862430428254917109</id><published>2010-04-01T23:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T00:18:18.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did you forget, that I was even alive, did you forget, everything we ever had</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Do you know why I love Arsenal and not Manchester United or Liverpool or Barcelona or Juventus or any other club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S7THHZjtdEI/AAAAAAAAANA/TCNcCxXQsjg/s1600/arsenal+fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S7THHZjtdEI/AAAAAAAAANA/TCNcCxXQsjg/s400/arsenal+fc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455203978586190914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its because they play the most beautiful football, because everytime they score I feel like I'm on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shamin's post inspired me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-3862430428254917109?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/3862430428254917109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-forget-that-i-was-even-alove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3862430428254917109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3862430428254917109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-forget-that-i-was-even-alove.html' title='did you forget, that I was even alive, did you forget, everything we ever had'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S7THHZjtdEI/AAAAAAAAANA/TCNcCxXQsjg/s72-c/arsenal+fc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-582483978253347507</id><published>2010-03-30T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:10:59.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PS : I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S7Hb4f_l-DI/AAAAAAAAAMw/W6xFrvWeWNE/s1600/penguin_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S7Hb4f_l-DI/AAAAAAAAAMw/W6xFrvWeWNE/s400/penguin_love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454382387429767218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;All I ever want is for you to see how much I love you, and I can only hope you would return your love for me. All I ever want is forever and ever ever after with you, and I can only hope you want that too. Theres only one thing that can break me, and I wouldnt have to be afraid of anything else; you. The greatest ever possesion which I have ever had; your heart. The most beautiful person to walk this earth; you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see, that I have feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;Can you not see, that I have feelings, I'm not a doll which you can just throw away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you to be my penguin, and I can only hope you would accept. &lt;br /&gt;I ask you to admit your feelings or longing for me, for the heck of it, you just dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : To whoever you are, fuck off of my business, dont ask me such question ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-582483978253347507?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/582483978253347507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/ps-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/582483978253347507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/582483978253347507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/ps-i-love-you.html' title='PS : I love you'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S7Hb4f_l-DI/AAAAAAAAAMw/W6xFrvWeWNE/s72-c/penguin_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-7188306694748832567</id><published>2010-03-27T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T16:42:57.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know I can't smile without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Everything will be alright,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be by your side,&lt;br /&gt;through the days and night,&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray to god with no tears to hide,&lt;br /&gt;that we'll pull through this with might,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-7188306694748832567?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/7188306694748832567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-i-cant-smile-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7188306694748832567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7188306694748832567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-i-cant-smile-without-you.html' title='you know I can&apos;t smile without you'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-2116169208851780536</id><published>2010-03-23T13:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:04:52.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;My bucket list, (not in particular order, not fully finished),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Perform the haj, in the holy mosque mecca.&lt;br /&gt;2. Visit North London, the land of the Emirates and watch the Gunners play.&lt;br /&gt;3. Meet Tun Dr. Mahathir, again.&lt;br /&gt;4. Become a renown surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;5. Own a Ferrari.&lt;br /&gt;6. Make my parents happy.&lt;br /&gt;7. Study in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;8. Be at the most highest point on earth (Mt. Everest)&lt;br /&gt;9. See the Great Barrier Reef.&lt;br /&gt;10. Sky diving.&lt;br /&gt;11. Get married with the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;12. Have a lovely family.&lt;br /&gt;13. Die with my family by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S6hRDOjDUrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/as3bzp_Vb2c/s1600-h/big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S6hRDOjDUrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/as3bzp_Vb2c/s400/big.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451696464818557618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for you, a thousand times over :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-2116169208851780536?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/2116169208851780536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/kiss-me-goodby-im-defying-gravity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2116169208851780536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2116169208851780536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/kiss-me-goodby-im-defying-gravity.html' title='kiss me goodbye, I&apos;m defying gravity'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S6hRDOjDUrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/as3bzp_Vb2c/s72-c/big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-1467320180047839482</id><published>2010-03-22T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:38:13.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a B U N K FA C E</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S6cOZmj36UI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yUDWelKxPBc/s1600-h/foto_lakes_rivers_174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S6cOZmj36UI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yUDWelKxPBc/s400/foto_lakes_rivers_174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451341706965805378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine living in a world, where civilization is such an alien, where there's nothing but possibilities and adventure, where all of the great species that walk the earth roam free, where there are no frontiers, where everything is borderless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Happy Birthday Adib Ibrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-1467320180047839482?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/1467320180047839482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-me-b-u-n-k-fa-c-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1467320180047839482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1467320180047839482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/give-me-b-u-n-k-fa-c-e.html' title='give me a B U N K FA C E'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S6cOZmj36UI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yUDWelKxPBc/s72-c/foto_lakes_rivers_174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4926147596845445787</id><published>2010-03-19T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:57:41.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and if you spend more than 5 bucks you get a crab</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Jim goes into the insurance company, his health insurance policy just got rejected,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman : I'm sorry sir, we can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Jim : would this change your mind *show the lady a picture.&lt;br /&gt;woman : sir, this is a picture of a naked lady riding a speedboat.&lt;br /&gt;Jim : There must be something you can do, forget the rules and procedure.&lt;br /&gt;woman : well I guess I can get you a new policy.&lt;br /&gt;Jim : yeahhh do that.&lt;br /&gt;woman : but the rate will increase 20 percent.&lt;br /&gt;Jim : what! 20 percent.&lt;br /&gt;woman : yeahhh, and you gotta wait 5 days before your new policy kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;Jim : whattt! why?!&lt;br /&gt;woman : why not! we're the insurance company baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4926147596845445787?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4926147596845445787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-if-you-spend-more-than-5-bucks-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4926147596845445787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4926147596845445787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-if-you-spend-more-than-5-bucks-you.html' title='and if you spend more than 5 bucks you get a crab'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-2590228493182969481</id><published>2010-03-18T21:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:07:48.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we've got Cesc Fabregas, we've got Cesc Fabregas</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I'll be hence to Kuantan for tomorrow to take care of some business. At least that was what dad said. Hee. So while dad settle his business, I have my own hidden agenda for wanting to go to Kuantan, an alterior motive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to the Sony Ericsson Aino :D and and to the Nokia xpress music 5800, teehee. I have two phones in my mind. Now although, with one eye close, for sure the Aino is a much better choice, but there's just something about the 5800 that just, attract me. If you take the costs into account, you would be better off with the 5800 which is more or less 400 ringgit cheaper than the Aino. But if you're into the whole, I-love-my-life-and-I-wanna-enjoy-it-and-go-snapping-pictures-and-share-them-with-my-friends-entertainment kind of thing, the Aino is clearly the one to go. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S6IxsENLMeI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jp_dsa8ufKU/s1600-h/seaino3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449973132184728034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S6IxsENLMeI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jp_dsa8ufKU/s400/seaino3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S6IyhR4CcjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ntt8DcMjxSc/s1600-h/nokia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S6IyhR4CcjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Ntt8DcMjxSc/s400/nokia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449974046387237426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big yay for me passing the JPJ test :D&lt;br /&gt;A big yay for Farah Lina on the new Satio :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers mates,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-2590228493182969481?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/2590228493182969481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/weve-got-cesc-fabregas-weve-got-cesc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2590228493182969481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2590228493182969481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/weve-got-cesc-fabregas-weve-got-cesc.html' title='we&apos;ve got Cesc Fabregas, we&apos;ve got Cesc Fabregas'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S6IxsENLMeI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jp_dsa8ufKU/s72-c/seaino3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-6131858098518900903</id><published>2010-03-11T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:54:08.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been awake for a while now, you've got me feeling like a child now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S5kRQVzzrdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XH0pYBadH2I/s1600-h/happy-student-results-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447404196711345618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S5kRQVzzrdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XH0pYBadH2I/s400/happy-student-results-day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was something else, today was a sweet dream and a nightmare at the same time? Heh. With a full-of-butterflies stomache I stepped out of my CBG 366 Citroen, and went straight towards Sir Rosman who was standing there under the nostalgic front porch as if he was the welcoming commitee. He was talking with Uncle Nor Azman, who was already there when I arrived. Dad happily joined in with the conversation, blissfully unaware of me scared as hell right next to him. So with that I salam-ed Uncle Nor Azman right after we exchanged smiles. Then I went to meet up with my buddies right in front of the school library to share our angst and anxiety. Not long after, the teacher called us in, and with a big sigh, I pulled my pants up and entered, and voila there it was, a piece of white paper held tightly in between my fingers. At that moment, the feelings all amalgamated in my ladly mind. Anger, dissapointment, bliss, satisfaction, mediocracy, excellence. Everything. How can anyone cope with all this feelings in one's head, they'll explode. Just because you have the feelings range of a teaspoon doesn't mean everyone else also is Nabil :D I went straight up to dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, I got 9A's and 1B, 6A+ 2A 1A- 1B3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Nor Azman&lt;/strong&gt; : Okaylahh tuuu, 9A, uncle dulu takde A pun boleh masuk U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabil &lt;/strong&gt;: Haha, thanks uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farah&lt;/strong&gt; : *hug his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad &lt;/strong&gt;: Alaaa, okay la tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farah&lt;/strong&gt; : Dad, nak kunci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Nor Azman&lt;/strong&gt; : *hand her the keys. Nak duit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farah&lt;/strong&gt; : *grinned and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Nor Azman&lt;/strong&gt; : *hand her a bill of RM50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad &lt;/strong&gt;: Sehelai je? Bagi la lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Nor Azman&lt;/strong&gt; : Ko jangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we sorta celebrated. Where else, MM of course. Miss Farah Lina was kind enough to give me a lift in her WKY (BMW). Haha. Although she said, that she's sorry as she havent mastered driving yet but I think she drived beautifully :)&lt;br /&gt;We went bowling and that was it, more or less that was our day, and we had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Uncle Syed for the ice blended chocolate :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to mom and dad for the neverending support :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my wonderful friends who are always there with me :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Farah Lina for the ride and your precious time :)&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations tu Farah, Nadzirah and Zulaikha for the straight A's.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to everyone for your results :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-6131858098518900903?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/6131858098518900903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-awake-for-while-now-youve-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6131858098518900903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6131858098518900903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-awake-for-while-now-youve-got.html' title='I&apos;ve been awake for a while now, you&apos;ve got me feeling like a child now'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S5kRQVzzrdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/XH0pYBadH2I/s72-c/happy-student-results-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-6216562219420319795</id><published>2010-03-09T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:57:23.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she lives in a fairytale, somewhere too far for us to find</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;So I got tagged by Farah Lina, woooohooooo (dont mind me, first time I got tagged).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage:&lt;br /&gt;Grape juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call:&lt;br /&gt;Farah Lina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: received;&lt;br /&gt;Umair ; ko tak dtg la ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to:&lt;br /&gt;Paramore - Brick by Boring Brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried:&lt;br /&gt;I aint telling. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice:&lt;br /&gt;mh-mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on:&lt;br /&gt;I guess not *shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special:&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed:&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up:&lt;br /&gt;Nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. white.&lt;br /&gt;13. black.&lt;br /&gt;14. soft purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend:&lt;br /&gt;Nyet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love:&lt;br /&gt;Na'ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you:&lt;br /&gt;Erk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were:&lt;br /&gt;Absobloodylutely :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you:&lt;br /&gt;So what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list:&lt;br /&gt;Nopety nopety nope nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life:&lt;br /&gt;IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want?:&lt;br /&gt;More than 3 less than 8. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets:&lt;br /&gt;Pet fish named - Kimberly, franklin, and Roosevelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name:&lt;br /&gt;Nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday:&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much nothing, just dinner with family which I still do eventhough it's not my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today:&lt;br /&gt;10 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight:&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for:&lt;br /&gt;As crazy as it sounds, SPM results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother:&lt;br /&gt;A second back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now:&lt;br /&gt;The sound of my fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom:&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage:&lt;br /&gt;Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What's your real name:&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Nabil bin Ibrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames:&lt;br /&gt;Nabil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status:&lt;br /&gt;Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I actually don't know and don't give a damn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?:&lt;br /&gt;Male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Primary School?:&lt;br /&gt;SK Rantau Petronas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Secondary School?:&lt;br /&gt;SMK Rantau Petronas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. College?:&lt;br /&gt;Royal College of Surgeons Ireland :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour:&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short:&lt;br /&gt;Long for a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Height:&lt;br /&gt;175 cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?:&lt;br /&gt;IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;I dont have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty:&lt;br /&gt;Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery:&lt;br /&gt;Erk, 9 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing:&lt;br /&gt;I said I dont have any you blighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend:&lt;br /&gt;Abdin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined:&lt;br /&gt;Golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation:&lt;br /&gt;Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking:&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to:&lt;br /&gt;Sneeze. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for:&lt;br /&gt;The day after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What kids?:&lt;br /&gt;Pardon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?:&lt;br /&gt;After I get myself financially stable. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Career:&lt;br /&gt;Cardiologist thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes:&lt;br /&gt;Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses:&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller:&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger:&lt;br /&gt;Another Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous:&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms:&lt;br /&gt;Nice arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud:&lt;br /&gt;Make that another Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship:&lt;br /&gt;Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Troublemaker or hesitant:&lt;br /&gt;IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger:&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor:&lt;br /&gt;Nopety nope nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts:&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date:&lt;br /&gt;Ish Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart:&lt;br /&gt;IDTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down:&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died:&lt;br /&gt;Once, my late grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?:&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Oui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles:&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight:&lt;br /&gt;Love at second sight, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven:&lt;br /&gt;Unquestionably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus:&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little lad :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels:&lt;br /&gt;You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go :&lt;br /&gt;Mecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?:&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?:&lt;br /&gt;Not by any means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?:&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-6216562219420319795?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/6216562219420319795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-lives-in-fairytale-somewhere-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6216562219420319795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6216562219420319795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-lives-in-fairytale-somewhere-too.html' title='she lives in a fairytale, somewhere too far for us to find'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-9210172883560074451</id><published>2010-03-04T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:36:54.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be right here waiting for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S484NP2HzKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tNoISyKKKwU/s1600-h/farah+lina+and+nabil+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S484NP2HzKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tNoISyKKKwU/s400/farah+lina+and+nabil+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444632274757209250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, last two years, there was this new girl in school, and This girl, she wore the most beautiful smile on earth. A smile that is overflowing with artlesness. This girl, she clothes the biggest of hearts. A heart that is raging with glory and grandeur. And on this girl's birthday I wanna tell her that without her, I wouldnt even have the strength to walk this earth. My heartiest Happy Birthday to you, Lana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Im sorry, it can't be as long as you would have wanted, seeing my conditions, I hope you understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-9210172883560074451?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/9210172883560074451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-will-be-right-here-waiting-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/9210172883560074451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/9210172883560074451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-will-be-right-here-waiting-for-you.html' title='I will be right here waiting for you'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S484NP2HzKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/tNoISyKKKwU/s72-c/farah+lina+and+nabil+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4140870567889371994</id><published>2010-03-02T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:17:07.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a maze and love is a riddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I'm just saying, no offence, but if you don't get moved by this song, well I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OOkvlIz3p4s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/OOkvlIz3p4s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tpcDaPbeV5I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/tpcDaPbeV5I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4140870567889371994?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4140870567889371994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-maze-and-love-is-riddle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4140870567889371994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4140870567889371994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-maze-and-love-is-riddle.html' title='life is a maze and love is a riddle'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-5768855255945097970</id><published>2010-02-28T12:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T16:45:34.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who's that team they call the arsenal, who's that team we all adore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;"My angel, my all, my very self, only a few words from me, and only a few words are with hope more than enough, not till I see you again will my longings be quenched. Not till my eyes feast on you again will my life be serene. To the dreads, into the abyss of forever I shall wait, if that is what it will take. Love cannot endure without sacrifice, without sacrifice, love is nothing" -nabil- (I hope I'm not pushy :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S4n02YGGxxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aDhUaXhuLFM/s1600-h/Aaron-Ramsey-Arsenal-Barnet-Pre-Season-Friend_1047156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S4n02YGGxxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aDhUaXhuLFM/s400/Aaron-Ramsey-Arsenal-Barnet-Pre-Season-Friend_1047156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443150839672129298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It destroyed me, after seeing him get tackled that harshly, at first I though it was nothing, but nothing turned out to be a career threatening injury for him. My eyes became watery when I saw his foot, broken in two. "He's only 19, a young boy, with loads of talent", I thought to myself. "our celebration? we can't enjoy it, we won't" -arsene wenger- *sigh. Thats football. Get well soon Aaron, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"we love you Aaron we do, ouhhh Aaron we love you"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-5768855255945097970?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/5768855255945097970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/whos-that-team-they-call-arsenal-whos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5768855255945097970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5768855255945097970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/whos-that-team-they-call-arsenal-whos.html' title='who&apos;s that team they call the arsenal, who&apos;s that team we all adore?'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S4n02YGGxxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aDhUaXhuLFM/s72-c/Aaron-Ramsey-Arsenal-Barnet-Pre-Season-Friend_1047156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4744540348796224703</id><published>2010-02-22T15:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:09:44.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first love, you're every breath that I take, you're every step I make</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;During those golden times, no matter how much trouble I ran into, there's always a reason for me to smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those golden times, no matter how sickening my day was, there's always a reason for me to smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those golden times, no matter how ill I was, or how badly injured I was, there's always a reason for me to smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S4I6x0QoU1I/AAAAAAAAALw/sfqqoHagCQU/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S4I6x0QoU1I/AAAAAAAAALw/sfqqoHagCQU/s400/wedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440975927333376850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reason was you, it still is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4744540348796224703?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4744540348796224703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-first-love-youre-every-breath-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4744540348796224703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4744540348796224703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-first-love-youre-every-breath-that-i.html' title='my first love, you&apos;re every breath that I take, you&apos;re every step I make'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S4I6x0QoU1I/AAAAAAAAALw/sfqqoHagCQU/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-8812451689143780386</id><published>2010-02-21T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:42:01.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name, and they're always glad you came</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S4EhIqy38-I/AAAAAAAAALo/-7Yp5lhmFmQ/s1600-h/2762901368_cf8536bf9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S4EhIqy38-I/AAAAAAAAALo/-7Yp5lhmFmQ/s400/2762901368_cf8536bf9a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440666257650611170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B : You if I broke my arms, would you suap I makan nasi?&lt;br /&gt;W : I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-8812451689143780386?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/8812451689143780386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/b-you-if-i-broke-my-arms-would-you-suap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8812451689143780386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8812451689143780386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/b-you-if-i-broke-my-arms-would-you-suap.html' title='sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name, and they&apos;re always glad you came'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S4EhIqy38-I/AAAAAAAAALo/-7Yp5lhmFmQ/s72-c/2762901368_cf8536bf9a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-8270495156719747642</id><published>2010-02-18T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:18:36.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips, instead of the gallows of heartaches that hang from above, I'll be</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Seems you wanna fall, then I'll hold your hands,&lt;br /&gt;seems you wanna cry, then I'll catch up your tear down,&lt;br /&gt;seems you wanna be loved then I'll be right there by your side,&lt;br /&gt;give me, and take me as your lover,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you, although the wind will hold me,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you, though you stand infront of me,&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the thing called love,&lt;br /&gt;that makes me do everything for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S31LTqgihgI/AAAAAAAAALg/7NPw7CDAi6w/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S31LTqgihgI/AAAAAAAAALg/7NPw7CDAi6w/s400/love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439586726133794306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me this means something to you :) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-8270495156719747642?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/8270495156719747642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-be-captivated-ill-hang-from-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8270495156719747642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8270495156719747642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-be-captivated-ill-hang-from-your.html' title='I&apos;ll be captivated, I&apos;ll hang from your lips, instead of the gallows of heartaches that hang from above, I&apos;ll be'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S31LTqgihgI/AAAAAAAAALg/7NPw7CDAi6w/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-6610012923255033432</id><published>2010-02-18T17:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:11:00.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunrise come down as seen where they hit the ground, children spinning around, till they fall down down down</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S30LMIEqgTI/AAAAAAAAALY/wCV5tWnDAqs/s1600-h/capt_olyfs12602170155_vancouver_olympics_figure_skating_olyfs126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S30LMIEqgTI/AAAAAAAAALY/wCV5tWnDAqs/s400/capt_olyfs12602170155_vancouver_olympics_figure_skating_olyfs126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439516227886809394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy 18th birthday sharifah :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember you as a great buddy of mine, you were there when I had some great deal of trouble in my life (I know you know, what I mean :D). You were there, right at my tail, giving me non-stop pressure of competitions during exams, most importantly, you remembered my birthday :D. So this is me wishing you the best for your birthday, may this birthday not be your last. Hahaha. Kidding, may god bless you with long life and prosperity :) Sorry it's kinda late, better late than never :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Congratulations to Miss Farah Lina for passing the JPJ test, made me proud :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS : Grief and sorrow (Hokage's funeral) - beautiful piano song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-6610012923255033432?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/6610012923255033432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunrise-come-down-as-seen-where-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6610012923255033432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6610012923255033432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/sunrise-come-down-as-seen-where-they.html' title='sunrise come down as seen where they hit the ground, children spinning around, till they fall down down down'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S30LMIEqgTI/AAAAAAAAALY/wCV5tWnDAqs/s72-c/capt_olyfs12602170155_vancouver_olympics_figure_skating_olyfs126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-5753530302997211242</id><published>2010-02-17T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:43:12.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on the highway to hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Macam babi golek tau tak&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-5753530302997211242?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/5753530302997211242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-on-highway-to-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5753530302997211242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5753530302997211242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-on-highway-to-hell.html' title='I&apos;m on the highway to hell'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-8315418187608031065</id><published>2010-02-14T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:37:07.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm wasting my time I got nothing to do, I'm hanging around I'm waiting for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;My one and only enemy, is the person who ask you out&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;-megatron-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-8315418187608031065?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/8315418187608031065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-wasting-my-time-i-got-nothing-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8315418187608031065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8315418187608031065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-wasting-my-time-i-got-nothing-to-do.html' title='I&apos;m wasting my time I got nothing to do, I&apos;m hanging around I&apos;m waiting for you'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-7022986161714144077</id><published>2010-02-12T21:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:09:35.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because everything is never as it seems</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That waterfall is a special place for me, I grew up going there, I wanna take you there sometimes, because I want it to be our special place"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S3VgQiK5y7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/9_rpvr9wblA/s1600-h/maxi-dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437357962286451634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S3VgQiK5y7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/9_rpvr9wblA/s400/maxi-dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-7022986161714144077?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/7022986161714144077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-waterfall-is-special-place-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7022986161714144077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7022986161714144077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/that-waterfall-is-special-place-for-me.html' title='because everything is never as it seems'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S3VgQiK5y7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/9_rpvr9wblA/s72-c/maxi-dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4991019767198280444</id><published>2010-02-09T00:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:20:39.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and I would have strayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;"You're living the life that, since I was a kid I dreamt of having. Too bad I don't have the chance to have a dip at it, tough break. I wish, O boy wish I"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"I wonder what's it like"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S3A4fs1xM2I/AAAAAAAAALI/k_4CvJDEwec/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435906867499971426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S3A4fs1xM2I/AAAAAAAAALI/k_4CvJDEwec/s400/dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;This pic has got nothing to do with what I'm saying&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4991019767198280444?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4991019767198280444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-i-would-have-strayed-up-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4991019767198280444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4991019767198280444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-i-would-have-strayed-up-with-you.html' title='and I would have strayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S3A4fs1xM2I/AAAAAAAAALI/k_4CvJDEwec/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-8840574701270336247</id><published>2010-02-08T10:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:53:18.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the thing called love, that makes me do everything for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Things I look forward to in a week, Things that get me moving in a week, Here there are :&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2943JJ7syI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_P2CreyZKfA/s1600-h/house+md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2943JJ7syI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_P2CreyZKfA/s400/house+md.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435696164005196578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Watching HOUSE M.D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S295WU0Z-PI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IMw6HQfAU2Q/s1600-h/ER-Photograph-C10056527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S295WU0Z-PI/AAAAAAAAAKo/IMw6HQfAU2Q/s400/ER-Photograph-C10056527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435696699712076018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Watching ER.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S297w6TRIaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kRiTrJDtCWw/s1600-h/Glee-glee-6542572-550-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S297w6TRIaI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kRiTrJDtCWw/s400/Glee-glee-6542572-550-300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435699355473486242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Glee everyone!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S298YH7gB3I/AAAAAAAAALA/KR-XX2tR1uQ/s1600-h/gym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S298YH7gB3I/AAAAAAAAALA/KR-XX2tR1uQ/s400/gym.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435700029146793842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;To the gym.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S295zWM_jgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Q6M9r0sMFQU/s1600-h/texting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S295zWM_jgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Q6M9r0sMFQU/s400/texting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435697198299844098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;My late night texts.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, those are all that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-8840574701270336247?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/8840574701270336247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-all-about-thing-called-love-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8840574701270336247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8840574701270336247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-all-about-thing-called-love-that.html' title='It&apos;s all about the thing called love, that makes me do everything for you'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2943JJ7syI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_P2CreyZKfA/s72-c/house+md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-2069053935572580214</id><published>2010-02-06T10:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:26:02.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanna say from the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone for the non-stop kickass support, for the never-ending laughter throughout all this years, my heartiest graditute. (sounds as if I won a grammy, hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my father asked me, what do I want for my birthday, to my great surprise, I don't know what do I want. I would love a new handphone as my old one is considerably trashed. But nahh anything will do. Anyways, I wanna quote out Shamin's wish here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Happy 18th birthday Nabil, you're now 18. That means you can now do drugs officially and you can elope with the other half". (more or less)".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the other half, that was the most heartwarming letter you've ever wrote to me, I will never forget that :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I've said it already and I'll say it again, "All I want for my birthday is 'you' :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-2069053935572580214?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/2069053935572580214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-wanna-say-from-bottom-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2069053935572580214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2069053935572580214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-wanna-say-from-bottom-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-7058812860213737175</id><published>2010-02-02T11:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:09:37.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you take the moon and you take the sun, you take everything that seems like fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Once there lived a young bloke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2egjNzV5hI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iQBLHrJNrdY/s1600-h/CCF02022010_00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2egjNzV5hI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iQBLHrJNrdY/s400/CCF02022010_00001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433488002306663954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;In Mecca&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2ejFcYpn6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/xYZnzcOmXAc/s1600-h/CCF02022010_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2ejFcYpn6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/xYZnzcOmXAc/s400/CCF02022010_00000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433490789360050082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jeddah Airport&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2ejhcn1phI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/voNU6ZPJFy0/s1600-h/CCF02022010_00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2ejhcn1phI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/voNU6ZPJFy0/s400/CCF02022010_00002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433491270460089874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2ejyzk25FI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tbh4fN4_SxQ/s1600-h/CCF02022010_00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2ejyzk25FI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tbh4fN4_SxQ/s400/CCF02022010_00003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433491568679380050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-7058812860213737175?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/7058812860213737175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-take-moon-and-you-take-sun-you-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7058812860213737175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7058812860213737175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-take-moon-and-you-take-sun-you-take.html' title='you take the moon and you take the sun, you take everything that seems like fun'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2egjNzV5hI/AAAAAAAAAKA/iQBLHrJNrdY/s72-c/CCF02022010_00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-7930332542613168056</id><published>2010-02-01T15:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:43:58.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all my troubles seem so far away, now it looks as though they're here to stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so messed up, I am doubting myself like I never did before, I am missing everyting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. I miss 'you' :(&lt;br /&gt;2. I miss Robin Van Persie.&lt;br /&gt;3. I miss school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me see that the world is a beautiful place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2aDOgT6a3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O63W9nY3VS8/s1600-h/wantala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2aDOgT6a3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O63W9nY3VS8/s400/wantala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433174285683944306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-7930332542613168056?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/7930332542613168056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-so-messed-up-i-am-doubting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7930332542613168056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7930332542613168056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-so-messed-up-i-am-doubting.html' title='all my troubles seem so far away, now it looks as though they&apos;re here to stay'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S2aDOgT6a3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O63W9nY3VS8/s72-c/wantala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-5578481089068009910</id><published>2010-01-30T21:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:44:00.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the morning after dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I went to KLCC this morning, and it was fracas I tell you, the congestion of people. I didn't take thaipusam celebration into account when we planned to go there, our bad. I was shocked when Najib lodge in the suggestion to go to KLCC, because, its KLCC we're talking about, the best we can do is windowshop. My time there led to Raoul, Guess, GAP, Esprit, Banana Republic, Armani exchange, Billabong and the list could go on seemless. But the highlight of the day was Kinokuniya, I superseded my time with books, and it was heavenly, haha. I read the whole big book of cardiology, neurology, and the law of thermodynamic. Then I went home, and rest my head. That was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : It would be a whole lot better if you were there :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS : I have a shout out to my neighbour - "wehh, come on man, undo your security enabled wifi please, I'm dying here, sharing is caring man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-5578481089068009910?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/5578481089068009910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-morning-after-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5578481089068009910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5578481089068009910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-morning-after-dark.html' title='in the morning after dark'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4235028304703058232</id><published>2010-01-26T21:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:04:38.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the power to imagine will keep this love alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1749CZn9UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gM3iJEYw6XE/s1600-h/nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1749CZn9UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gM3iJEYw6XE/s400/nice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431051928155452738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N : Hehe I know this fish's name. *wink wink.&lt;br /&gt;F : Haa, apa?&lt;br /&gt;N : Blue Tang, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;F : Yeah, how do you know?&lt;br /&gt;N : Hihi, fishville.&lt;br /&gt;F : Really? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happened in pet wonderland, midvalley megamall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is tuesday, if you do the math, it means that I've been in KL for a number of 5 days now as I post this post up. And the things that happened here sometimes leave me speechless. I observe the people in my vicinity especially when I'm on the road (aftermath of boredom). I usually choose to go to downtown KL by KTM as I guess it's quicker kot and more fun as well (to me la). The busy and the condition of the hectic road which is like sardine in a tin can sometimes grew drivers impatient I found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikram : *drive and brake the car to a standstill as someone walk by.&lt;br /&gt;Nabil : *silence.&lt;br /&gt;Ikram : woi *#@%er kang aku langgar mati tak sempat raya kangg! Jalan la cepat sket.&lt;br /&gt;Nabil : relax bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny : *drive the car very slowly eventhough the traffic light is green.&lt;br /&gt;Nabil : cepat sket tok, kang tak smpat kang.&lt;br /&gt;Granny : sempat. *light turns red.&lt;br /&gt;Nabil : kan dah merah.&lt;br /&gt;Granny : Ahhh, *step on it.&lt;br /&gt;Nabil : tokk, tadi hijau slow, merah laju plak.&lt;br /&gt;Granny : ahhh lantak la. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I post this up. Just to share my story I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS : UCSI texted me about scholarships, it's sorta cool to me :D I know I'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4235028304703058232?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4235028304703058232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-n-hehe-i-know-this-fishs-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4235028304703058232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4235028304703058232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-n-hehe-i-know-this-fishs-name.html' title='the power to imagine will keep this love alive'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1749CZn9UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gM3iJEYw6XE/s72-c/nice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-1300987102981633066</id><published>2010-01-24T20:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:46:53.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter heart, my bitter heart is getting just a little fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I had a great time today at Midvalley Megamall. To my account the trip was benign. Thanks to Farah and her friend Nadia (kawan baru. haha) the trip turned out to be fun and helpful. Especially for someone like me, as I don't really know these university thingies like the back of my hand. But after today, I dare say, the vision of the path towards the goal I'm after is a bit more cloudless. There were a few programmes which really did the trick of winning me over. One of which is the International Baccalaureate Diploma Programme by Taylors College. To me it's a very versatile course eventhough it costs a bomb. All in all, I think, if my SPM result turns out great, everything else will fall into place. Amen to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna buy Cosmo for tomorrow :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1xCUCrtbII/AAAAAAAAAJo/lgiWXxOdQRs/s1600-h/house+md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430288162786995330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1xCUCrtbII/AAAAAAAAAJo/lgiWXxOdQRs/s400/house+md.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : I had the time of my life and for that merci :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-1300987102981633066?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/1300987102981633066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-had-great-time-today-at-midvalley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1300987102981633066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1300987102981633066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-had-great-time-today-at-midvalley.html' title='bitter heart, my bitter heart is getting just a little fragile'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1xCUCrtbII/AAAAAAAAAJo/lgiWXxOdQRs/s72-c/house+md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4765813852155828867</id><published>2010-01-22T17:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T12:22:37.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I swear by the glorious morning light,&lt;br /&gt;and the night when it is covered by darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Your lord has not forsaken you nor is He displeased,&lt;br /&gt;and verily the hereafter will be better for you than the present,&lt;br /&gt;and soon will He give you so that you should be well pleased,&lt;br /&gt;Did He not find you an orphan and give you shelter?&lt;br /&gt;and He found you wandering and He gave you guidance,&lt;br /&gt;and He found you in need, and He made you independant,&lt;br /&gt;therefor treat not the orphan with harshness,&lt;br /&gt;and as for him who asks, do not critizise him,&lt;br /&gt;and as for the bounty of your lord, do announce it,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ad-Dhuha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4765813852155828867?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4765813852155828867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-swear-by-glorious-morning-light-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4765813852155828867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4765813852155828867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-swear-by-glorious-morning-light-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-128953757620053948</id><published>2010-01-21T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:14:29.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;My routine when I go online, stroll through blogs then myspace then facebook. Then I'll open another window for Flickr. There's something about photography that I can't quite get, that spellbinds me. Sometimes, there are just some things that turns out prettier camera captured than seen with our own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1gMR0zxV0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/eQNERTanv10/s1600-h/KLIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1gMR0zxV0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/eQNERTanv10/s400/KLIA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429102851168229186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;We (the drama team for Terengganu) used to be stuck here for seven straight hours waiting for our flight to Labuan.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-128953757620053948?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/128953757620053948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-routine-when-i-go-online-stroll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/128953757620053948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/128953757620053948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-routine-when-i-go-online-stroll.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1gMR0zxV0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/eQNERTanv10/s72-c/KLIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-2133882674144750005</id><published>2010-01-19T17:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:28:12.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I remember,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharuz &lt;/strong&gt;: Cg, mana markah sejarah saya ah cikgu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cg. Zaripah&lt;/strong&gt; : Tu haa, dlm fail tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharuz &lt;/strong&gt;: *shock to see his result to be so horrendus yelled - CELAKEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cg. Zaripah&lt;/strong&gt; : Sape celake! Saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharuz&lt;/strong&gt; : Ehh tak tak cikgu. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cg Normah&lt;/strong&gt; : Okay, awak buat muka surat. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Ino &lt;/strong&gt;: Cg, penat dah niiii,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cg Normah &lt;/strong&gt;: Penat?! Cuba awak letak tembikai kat perut awak, rasa sikit mengandung penat mcm mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Ino&lt;/strong&gt; : Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hafiz&lt;/strong&gt; : *go to the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ikhwan&lt;/strong&gt; : Weyy. Ko tau apa Hafiz buat kat dlm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabil&lt;/strong&gt; : Tahh, apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ikhwan&lt;/strong&gt; : Breathing Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabil&lt;/strong&gt; : Cg, mintak pinjam Myvi cg jap cg, nak pegi rumah Umair amik keropok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cg Asilah&lt;/strong&gt; : Reti bawak tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabil&lt;/strong&gt; : Reti. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cg Asilah &lt;/strong&gt;: Nahh, manual la tapi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabil &lt;/strong&gt;: Adehh, takpela cg. Cg zaripah pinjam CCH jap (Vios).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cg Zaripah&lt;/strong&gt; : *angkat penumbuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nabil&lt;/strong&gt; : Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mam Ashwita&lt;/strong&gt; : The disease was a consequence of the many years where she rubbed. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharuz&lt;/strong&gt; : Whaaaat! Rub!? Rub apaaaa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mam Ashwita&lt;/strong&gt; : Damn it, rubbed her eyeballs, lemme finish first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharuz&lt;/strong&gt; : Ouhh. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mam Ashwita&lt;/strong&gt; : Dirty minded Sharuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things I remember, the bitter ones, the sweet ones. The best thing about 5 Ino is that, in the end, when it matters the most, we know how to rally together through everything :) We are like tissues, instead of cells, we are people working together in harmony. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1WFy2d34rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fl4vooZxX1Q/s1600-h/wantuiii"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428392034525766322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1WFy2d34rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fl4vooZxX1Q/s400/wantuiii" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1WGx2qnBEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8uWCT2KwOWw/s1600-h/wantui"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428393116910945346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1WGx2qnBEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/8uWCT2KwOWw/s400/wantui" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;PS : No I didn't forget to printscreen what happened today :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-2133882674144750005?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/2133882674144750005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-remember-sharuz-cg-mana-markah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2133882674144750005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2133882674144750005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-remember-sharuz-cg-mana-markah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1WFy2d34rI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fl4vooZxX1Q/s72-c/wantuiii' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-6241428074795009386</id><published>2010-01-18T13:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:25:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are the desperate in the decline, raised by the bastards of 1969</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1P5RzD2h5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XZGd4z9D338/s1600-h/wnattttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1P5RzD2h5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XZGd4z9D338/s400/wnattttt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427956060071036818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Theres no agnosticism about my future that I want to prowl after the medical field. The facsinating bit is that in the medical field, there are a lot of careers involved. You could be a nurse, a physician, a physical therapist, or you could even be part in non clinical careers in the medical field such as pharmaceutical reperesentatives. Me, I wanna be a surgeon, who practices exclusively in the field of cardiology or neurology, this I'm not yet certain. I hope I can make it to KL next Friday as there will be the 7th MAPCU - MQA Higher Education Exhibition in Mid Valley this coming Saturday and Sunday. Fingers crossed eh, figuratively speaking. One thing that sprung to mind when I think about universities is scholarships and the ineterview to get the scholarships. To be bona fide, I'm a little antsy about that interview part, as I'm anxious I won't be able to give them (the interviewers) the answers they were looking for. I learned that, in interviews, you gotta act as if youre the goods and the interviewers is the buyers. You gotta satisfy every of their required aspects to get sold (I got this from Yahoo). I guess, I'll do some research on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1P5ahxPLSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BR_8kfGuesw/s1600-h/wnatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1P5ahxPLSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BR_8kfGuesw/s400/wnatt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427956210048380194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-6241428074795009386?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/6241428074795009386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are-desperate-in-decline-raised-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6241428074795009386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6241428074795009386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are-desperate-in-decline-raised-by.html' title='we are the desperate in the decline, raised by the bastards of 1969'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1P5RzD2h5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XZGd4z9D338/s72-c/wnattttt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-5377975079155821400</id><published>2010-01-15T21:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:35:56.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream, America dream, I can't even sleep, from the light's early dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I wanna give a try driving that Kancil so badly that I wish I could do it now. But as my dad said it "slow down cowboy, hold your horses, don't be cocky". Okayy, my bad. I've droven my mom's Myvi a number of times before, and my dad's Citroen but both of them are automatic transmissioned car. I've never actually droven a manual car before so it kinda bothers me a tad bit. But dad said, "you'll get the hang of it before you know it". So, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1Bsfzl-pZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gFf8fvVIW_U/s1600-h/thats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426956844662695314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1Bsfzl-pZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gFf8fvVIW_U/s400/thats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"That girl's a genius, ouhh oh uh oh uh oh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-5377975079155821400?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/5377975079155821400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream-america-dream-i-cant-even-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5377975079155821400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5377975079155821400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream-america-dream-i-cant-even-sleep.html' title='dream, America dream, I can&apos;t even sleep, from the light&apos;s early dawn'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S1Bsfzl-pZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/gFf8fvVIW_U/s72-c/thats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-6030421600605640218</id><published>2010-01-12T17:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:13:54.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I trust everyone, I just don't trust the devil inside them</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0xLJV4IR2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/HRkA7qy4ulw/s1600-h/shoess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0xLJV4IR2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/HRkA7qy4ulw/s400/shoess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425794274938079074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know if it's just TV or it also happens on real life. It always dampens my spirit when I see an elderly woman or man depreciates him or herself of medical attentions. Worse than that, it really saddens me when they refuse to declare that they're sick. But there are times where they do divulge their symptoms but nobody seems to care. Yesterday, I watched a show about a woman who was sent to a hospital which name I will not state here. She was waiting, sitting and suddenly an epilepsy strcuk her, and so she fell down to the ground. Nobody seems to saw her right until ten minutes afterward, a guard saw her, lying on the floor. He watched from afar and then walked away. The second time, another guard saw her, but he just walked away. Then a nurse saw her deadlike body lying on the floor, the nurse simply oversimplified that, maybe she was lying there because she's a bit psychotic, so the nurse walked away. She laid there for about 24 hours. Until finally, they checked on her, but it was too late. She was already dead. If only they, had a bit of heart to go check on her. If only they didn't simply oversimplified the situation, she would have survived. Shocking eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-6030421600605640218?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/6030421600605640218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know-if-its-just-tv-or-it-also.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6030421600605640218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6030421600605640218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know-if-its-just-tv-or-it-also.html' title='I trust everyone, I just don&apos;t trust the devil inside them'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0xLJV4IR2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/HRkA7qy4ulw/s72-c/shoess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-1656988460216717288</id><published>2010-01-12T13:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T14:42:57.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>russian roulette is not the same without a gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0wDIOCUo6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/jIejQFEzQ0w/s1600-h/myvi_exterior_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0wDIOCUo6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/jIejQFEzQ0w/s400/myvi_exterior_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425715090816279458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Before&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0wDUxR8ozI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bRrl12A802E/s1600-h/modified-perodua-myvi-front-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0wDUxR8ozI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bRrl12A802E/s400/modified-perodua-myvi-front-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425715306435486514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;After. Hee&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from the computer test for my driving license or driver's license whichever one you prefer, and with a big pheww, I'm exhilarated to say that I passed, woooo. I scored 48 out of a possible full mark of 50. The first question of the test was like mind boggling, I thought to myself "I'm so freaking dead". But to my great revelation, I did manage to pass. So next up, theoretical class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-1656988460216717288?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/1656988460216717288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/before-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1656988460216717288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1656988460216717288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/before-after.html' title='russian roulette is not the same without a gun'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0wDIOCUo6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/jIejQFEzQ0w/s72-c/myvi_exterior_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-6527849941145584791</id><published>2010-01-09T17:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:25:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0hK3mSKbQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kvzmQMJvP94/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424668070197751042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0hK3mSKbQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kvzmQMJvP94/s400/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is his treasure, and nothing may diversify that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the most choleric hurricane,&lt;br /&gt;Not the most enraged tornado,&lt;br /&gt;Not the most infuriated cyclone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, for nothing may overpower his feelings for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-6527849941145584791?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/6527849941145584791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-is-his-treasure-and-nothing-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6527849941145584791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6527849941145584791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/she-is-his-treasure-and-nothing-may.html' title='I wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0hK3mSKbQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kvzmQMJvP94/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-1460936792729233767</id><published>2010-01-09T16:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:09:45.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know but, I think I may be falling for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0g5PYOLPTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8LsHS2iHevM/s1600-h/nasi+ayam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424648687530491186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0g5PYOLPTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8LsHS2iHevM/s400/nasi+ayam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am a very very clumsy young lad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ps : Ignore the superlative error.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 29px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-1460936792729233767?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/1460936792729233767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-very-very-clumsy-young-lad-ps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1460936792729233767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1460936792729233767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-very-very-clumsy-young-lad-ps.html' title='I don&apos;t know but, I think I may be falling for you'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0g5PYOLPTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8LsHS2iHevM/s72-c/nasi+ayam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-5811509138945646229</id><published>2010-01-08T15:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:17:06.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0cuy6qchgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SIL6EsYGe34/s1600-h/rada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0cuy6qchgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SIL6EsYGe34/s400/rada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424355728466675202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I went into Mesra Mall, the one and only mall in Kerteh. I always relish to eagle eye on how other fellow shoppers dress. Hee. Because you see, Kerteh is kinda a diverse place. Where diverse in which I mean in the case of lifestyle. Theres the bourgeoisie, the rich, the rich who is also humble, the rich who think they own the place, the not so rich and yadayada. I can't deny that the way people act animates me. Like if you go there at night, you can see people wearing clothes ranging from pyjamas to fancy dresses. You can see the youngsters and also the old folks. Actually, according to my book, that mall holds the record for most number of makcik and pakcik shopping there. Anyway, back at the story at hand, a few days back, I went there at night and this one lad's shirt kinda caught my eyes. On the backside of his shirt was an inscription, wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God made grass, men made booze, who do you trust?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my account, that's by far the best inscription on a shirt I have ever seen. It took me about a minute to make heads or tails on that saying. Tell me how do you comprehend that. Because my brother failed to figure it out. 'Grass' there means weed or marijuana. 'Booze' is an alcoholic drink. That shirt is kinda unbecoming, it's a wee improper but still, cool eh? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-5811509138945646229?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/5811509138945646229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/whenever-i-went-into-mesra-mall-one-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5811509138945646229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5811509138945646229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/whenever-i-went-into-mesra-mall-one-and.html' title='he&apos;s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0cuy6qchgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/SIL6EsYGe34/s72-c/rada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-56053465327992625</id><published>2010-01-07T12:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:32:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and I must make a path, we must bring salvation back</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Look at your young men fighting&lt;br /&gt;Look at your women crying&lt;br /&gt;Look at your young men dying&lt;br /&gt;The way they've always done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the hate we're breeding&lt;br /&gt;Look at the fear we're feeding&lt;br /&gt;Look at the lives we're leading&lt;br /&gt;The way we've always done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;The billions shift from side to side&lt;br /&gt;And the wars go on with brainwashed pride&lt;br /&gt;For the love of God and our human rights&lt;br /&gt;And all these things are swept aside&lt;br /&gt;By bloody hands time can't deny&lt;br /&gt;And are washed away by your genocide&lt;br /&gt;And history hides the lies of our civil wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'you wear a black armband&lt;br /&gt;When they shot the man&lt;br /&gt;Who said "Peace could last forever"&lt;br /&gt;And in my first memories&lt;br /&gt;They shot Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;I went numb when I learned to see&lt;br /&gt;So I never fell for Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all&lt;br /&gt;That you can't trust freedom&lt;br /&gt;When it's not in your hands&lt;br /&gt;When everybody's fightin'&lt;br /&gt;For their promised land&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;It feeds the rich while it buries the poor&lt;br /&gt;Your power hungry sellin' soldiers&lt;br /&gt;In a human grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that fresh&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your civil war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautifully made by Guns and Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0ViHrvmiQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TRGWL3pwI_g/s1600-h/wadd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0ViHrvmiQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TRGWL3pwI_g/s400/wadd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423849210378619138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You are the glimering star that illuminates my azure sky&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-56053465327992625?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/56053465327992625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-at-your-young-men-fighting-look-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/56053465327992625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/56053465327992625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-at-your-young-men-fighting-look-at.html' title='you and I must make a path, we must bring salvation back'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0ViHrvmiQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TRGWL3pwI_g/s72-c/wadd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-3635378434768860078</id><published>2010-01-06T17:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:52:17.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0RcK11aSpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ARvJ3TZ98Fw/s1600-h/attitude-de-giorgio-armani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0RcK11aSpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ARvJ3TZ98Fw/s400/attitude-de-giorgio-armani.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423561192580467346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Attitude - Giorgio Armani&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fragrance, always succeed in alluring me, captivating me what else? Haha. I become extremely beatific whenever I walk into malls or other homes and be welcomed by those inviting scents. Huh. The point is that scents enrich my life. I really would love to have that Attitude perfume by Giorgio Armani. Not too overkilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nahh, my all time adored perfume would be aztique. (Eventhough it's female's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : Happy Birthday Najwa. Hee. Wish you for prosperity in your life to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-3635378434768860078?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/3635378434768860078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/attitude-giorgio-armani-fragrance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3635378434768860078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3635378434768860078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/attitude-giorgio-armani-fragrance.html' title=''/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0RcK11aSpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ARvJ3TZ98Fw/s72-c/attitude-de-giorgio-armani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-5897972443282548432</id><published>2010-01-06T15:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:39:44.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our love is like a song, you can't forget it</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0Q96_UD4OI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZGDWB3-BIb8/s1600-h/living+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0Q96_UD4OI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZGDWB3-BIb8/s400/living+room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423527934898200802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;A very nice living room eh? :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, today was not a far cry from the days before, I woke up early (around 11), laved my drowsy self, and went online. I've been thinking of going to the gym to work out, sweat a little but I always face an ultimatum if I may put it that way. Because of the gym was arrayed at the hither golf course, I would have to choose either to golf or go to the gym and that kinda turned me off. I realized that for this school holiday I contemplated a lot of things needed to be done, such as learn bella's lullaby on the piano, and so far since day one of this hiatus, I haven't even lay a finger on my piano. I somehow bestowed my time with going online, I have my own reason for enjoying that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school holiday really makes my brain kinda to deplete or something, I can't even play scrabble right. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this crappy post is living proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : al fatihah to yasmin's mom and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-5897972443282548432?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/5897972443282548432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-love-is-like-song-you-cant-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5897972443282548432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5897972443282548432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-love-is-like-song-you-cant-forget.html' title='our love is like a song, you can&apos;t forget it'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/S0Q96_UD4OI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZGDWB3-BIb8/s72-c/living+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-559935238840102905</id><published>2010-01-04T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T15:36:20.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just pull me down hard, and drown me in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;The boy and the girl finally reach the front pavement of the girl's house. They gave a long devoid look to each other. "Tell me you love me", uttered the girl breaking the reticence. Her arms are now impervious around his waist, her eyes glooming eagerly waiting to hear those words to come out. But she met disappointment, she was crestfallen as he just smiled. "Do you love me?". That question seems to inundate the smile out of his face as they both broke into silence once more. "Yes", said the boy in a presumptious kind of way. "Then, why didn't you say you love me? Why won't you?", the girl queried as her arms now growing tighter around his waist. "Because, those three words aren't enough to express my love for you". "Tell me", continued the girl "Why do you love me?". The boy muscled out a smile as radiant as the sun, whispering in her ears "Because, you are the last thing that's in my mind when I go to sleep, and you are the first thing in my mind when I wake up". As simple as that, he contrived to paste a smile upon her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-559935238840102905?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/559935238840102905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-pull-me-down-hard-and-drown-me-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/559935238840102905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/559935238840102905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-pull-me-down-hard-and-drown-me-in.html' title='just pull me down hard, and drown me in love'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4665518809000119517</id><published>2010-01-01T09:55:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:01:42.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you've found that special thing, you're flying without wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;2009 is over, and 2010 has come to serve in it's stead, now although to me 2010 is just a mere number and nothing else, there's no harm for me to scribble out a few new year's resolution now would it but I'll keep it to myself. SPM and school is ancient history, now as lovely as that chimera may sound like, it's actually kinda sorta tedious, insipid. Everything seems to pass by so slowly, almost in an unorthodox way. I gotta supersede the times I had studying with something else. It's actually more arduous than it seems. But if you look at the bright side, there's tonnes of free times which you can supplant with facebooking and myspacing. And the year end sale is also a plus. Haha. So it's up to you people to comprehend, up to guys and how you look at it. Happy new year everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz1ipiTZrYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2GH2q3Tr_Z4/s1600-h/zaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz1ipiTZrYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2GH2q3Tr_Z4/s400/zaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421597992146283906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : I can't wait to attain my diving license, ye Nad saya nak meronggeng dgn Lana :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps : Happy Birthday auntie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps : God, let this year be another year of chivalry and grandeur for us :) Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4665518809000119517?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4665518809000119517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-is-over-and-2010-has-come-to-serve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4665518809000119517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4665518809000119517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-is-over-and-2010-has-come-to-serve.html' title='you&apos;ve found that special thing, you&apos;re flying without wings'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz1ipiTZrYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/2GH2q3Tr_Z4/s72-c/zaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-323578048342881886</id><published>2009-12-31T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:03:24.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;You can do whatever you want with your life, as long as you have your integrity.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;courtesy of Aqeem Azam&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-323578048342881886?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/323578048342881886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-your-biggest-fan-ill-follow-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/323578048342881886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/323578048342881886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-your-biggest-fan-ill-follow-you.html' title='I&apos;m your biggest fan, I&apos;ll follow you until you love me'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-2513919954389502562</id><published>2009-12-29T12:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:03:53.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you lift my feet of the ground, spin me around</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You and only you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFUu9uT8czw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/PFUu9uT8czw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-2513919954389502562?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/2513919954389502562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-lift-my-feet-of-ground-spin-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2513919954389502562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2513919954389502562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-lift-my-feet-of-ground-spin-me.html' title='you lift my feet of the ground, spin me around'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-3803518694601462777</id><published>2009-12-20T15:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:04:11.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nicollo marchiavelli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;I wanna hit the road with this yummy car. Aaaaaaa!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417217361967127778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sy3SfTMhHOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/X4E9zS6EwRY/s400/wniani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417217663389215842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sy3Sw2FJLGI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sPbM9ZqAxMs/s400/bmw+www.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417218370843771634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sy3TaBjdAvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QgVFO0JbK6A/s400/nasib.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-3803518694601462777?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/3803518694601462777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/nicollo-marchiavelli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3803518694601462777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3803518694601462777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/nicollo-marchiavelli.html' title='nicollo marchiavelli'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sy3SfTMhHOI/AAAAAAAAAG4/X4E9zS6EwRY/s72-c/wniani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-6207344691535446512</id><published>2009-12-19T09:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:04:37.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aztique - body shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;My answer;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'd tell you that you're in my heart always but I would be lying, because, my heart's not mine anymore - it belongs to you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Across the distance my love will reach.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You're my hopes and dreams.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yes.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-6207344691535446512?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/6207344691535446512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/aztique-body-shop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6207344691535446512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6207344691535446512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/aztique-body-shop.html' title='aztique - body shop'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-1297606500991958184</id><published>2009-12-17T14:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:05:00.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drakkar noir - guy laroche</title><content type='html'>On that day, on the grounds of school during that pep-rally she took his breath away, by just rustling out a smile, she left him breathless, speechless. He thought to himself "thats the most beautiful smile ive ever seen". And just like that, Aaron was in love. He couldnt help but fall into her presence, Sarah. The loud roaring laughter of friends, the screaming teachers hushing the students, nothing could distract him. Not the sound of thunder, the explosion of a bomb, nothing could distract him, for she was in his sight, and he couldnt take his eyes off of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, he spent his night, staring into the empty ceiling of his room. But his mind was not empty at all. For the picture of Sarah was etched on his mind. Her eyes twinkling, her rosy cheeks dashing, bright as the sun in the summer. He thought to himself "i know what i want now, and what i want is her". That night, he slept with a smile upon his face.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon they became friends. The weird thing was that with Sarah its different. Everytime their eyes met, everytime they were near each other, Aaron's heart skipped a bit, almost leaping out of his chest. He never had the courage to speak to her. He would just stare at her the whole day. The tranquil silence, the language of sight he played. So he started writing to her, sending his letters to her locker secretively. That was the only way that he could think of to talk to her, to converse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as day passes, it blooms, from friends to best friends, and from best friends to lovers, the metamorphosis happened. One day, they confessed, of their feelings towards one another. There was about a few moments of awkwardness but then he sealed it. They are now a couple. Aaron jumped of happiness, his dream, his prayers are coming true. He was certain that, he will unconditionally love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike other couples, they were different, they didnt have special secret meetings after school, they didnt have dates on a regular basis but thats the way they like it. He said their first 'i love you' aproximately a week after. And that was the starting point, at that time nothing else matter more, at that time Aaron feels as if he was reborn. He realized a bigger dream of his that day. Of having a future with her, his forever sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what happened ten years ago. Now, they are married. Both seccesful in their careers, they can even foresee it. A bigger brighter future awaits them. No matter what lies ahead, even if the earth torn in two, be it a hurricane, be it an angry tornado, a rushing tsunami, they'll pull through together hand in hand. Now, their story is not over yet, in fact, they are still going strong each day, every minute that went by, was pure bliss for she was his life now, for she makes his day perfect just by breathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-1297606500991958184?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/1297606500991958184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-that-day-on-grounds-of-school-during.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1297606500991958184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1297606500991958184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-that-day-on-grounds-of-school-during.html' title='drakkar noir - guy laroche'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-8916828893352335104</id><published>2009-12-16T21:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:05:16.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bella's lullaby - carter burwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;And these crimson, burnt skins are the incontrovertible proof that Tuesday was real :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SyjlrkLy1rI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ULfA3WdfLow/s1600-h/wow+wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SyjlrkLy1rI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ULfA3WdfLow/s400/wow+wow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415831088523302578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Syjl5LzE4WI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Soxhe3oZKbY/s1600-h/wow+wow+wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Syjl5LzE4WI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Soxhe3oZKbY/s400/wow+wow+wow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415831322495344994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ps : yes, you have fulfilled my wish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-8916828893352335104?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/8916828893352335104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/bellas-lullaby-carter-burwell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8916828893352335104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8916828893352335104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/bellas-lullaby-carter-burwell.html' title='bella&apos;s lullaby - carter burwell'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SyjlrkLy1rI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ULfA3WdfLow/s72-c/wow+wow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-5015853905954633287</id><published>2009-12-11T20:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:05:35.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>debussy - claire de lune</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful new year I had, last year. It began with friendship and ended up as love. The years we had is over but the journey is not. The memories, the amazing journey will never leave my heart, you will never leave my heart. What more can I say to a woman who opened her heart to me. What more can i ask for when my greatest wish is here in my grasp. What more could a man want. The only thing i can say is "I more than love you" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : sorry, i tried keeping it as vague as possible :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-5015853905954633287?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/5015853905954633287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/debussy-claire-de-lune.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5015853905954633287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5015853905954633287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/debussy-claire-de-lune.html' title='debussy - claire de lune'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-128029043838275059</id><published>2009-12-03T23:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:05:57.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all my loving, i will send to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;If I turn out to be moody and just be become emotional.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Its not because I dont miss you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Because I miss you already ;(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SxfWkCvaiGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/I0ZCSaPzzLY/s1600-h/wawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411029392008317026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SxfWkCvaiGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/I0ZCSaPzzLY/s400/wawa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And when I take your hand,&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch my heart set sail,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my trembling fingers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll lift up your veil,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll take you home.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-128029043838275059?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/128029043838275059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-my-loving-i-will-send-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/128029043838275059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/128029043838275059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-my-loving-i-will-send-to-you.html' title='all my loving, i will send to you'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SxfWkCvaiGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/I0ZCSaPzzLY/s72-c/wawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-8139754310032491992</id><published>2009-11-28T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:06:47.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum</title><content type='html'>Day replaced by day, yep its here again, its still fresh, etched on my mind, the little incidence I saw at bukit kuang, how can i sit serenely when I know, youre in pain :( Get well soon you. Im always here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much youd give and arm for?&lt;br /&gt;Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?&lt;br /&gt;When they know theyre your heart and you know youre their armour&lt;br /&gt;and you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-8139754310032491992?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/8139754310032491992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-land-of-killers-sinners-mind-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8139754310032491992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8139754310032491992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-land-of-killers-sinners-mind-is.html' title='in the land of the killers, a sinner&apos;s mind is a sanctum'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-601369726433400021</id><published>2009-11-24T17:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:07:06.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theres nothing else i can say</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Your beauty extends to the stars, to the many light years of  stars that shimmers the sky"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;If I had a choice, I would choose this girl over air, for air can't compare to a girl not found elsewhere.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-601369726433400021?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/601369726433400021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-nothing-else-i-can-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/601369726433400021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/601369726433400021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-nothing-else-i-can-say.html' title='theres nothing else i can say'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-3738283839328918451</id><published>2009-11-14T15:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:07:27.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im gonna tell you that i love you in the best way that i can</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Graduation day was over in a jiffy that i think that it cant compensate the period that we took to prepare for it. Nonetheless, it was a blast and i can finally sigh for relief. Now i can finally focus. Next up, spm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sv5gTvcs4dI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tSCOjF1kvwk/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sv5gTvcs4dI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tSCOjF1kvwk/s400/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403862495161803218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;farah lina :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sv5iGTzKKEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/awe_33ry7KU/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sv5iGTzKKEI/AAAAAAAAAGI/awe_33ry7KU/s400/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403864463424759874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sv5lD0XESjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/N_xxaaficuE/s1600-h/nabillinabil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sv5lD0XESjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/N_xxaaficuE/s400/nabillinabil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403867719160580658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;farah lina the white. hee :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sv5mcekqh1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/4QAT0zHRJA0/s1600-h/15143_172273178820_662498820_2819543_6020686_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sv5mcekqh1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/4QAT0zHRJA0/s400/15143_172273178820_662498820_2819543_6020686_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403869242320389970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-3738283839328918451?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/3738283839328918451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-gonna-tell-you-that-i-love-you-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3738283839328918451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3738283839328918451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-gonna-tell-you-that-i-love-you-in.html' title='im gonna tell you that i love you in the best way that i can'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sv5gTvcs4dI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tSCOjF1kvwk/s72-c/DSC00233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-3839197934434597451</id><published>2009-11-14T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:08:02.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so so what, im still a rockstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This is who i call people who have no idea what they actually want in life, when everything isnt enough, when everyone else is always wrong, maybe its time to go and take a look in the mirror"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;-kakashi hatake-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-3839197934434597451?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/3839197934434597451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-so-what-im-still-rockstar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3839197934434597451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3839197934434597451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-so-what-im-still-rockstar.html' title='so so what, im still a rockstar'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-3639797638914019737</id><published>2009-11-13T17:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:08:18.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chuggington</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"youre the patron saint of the denial, with an angel face and a taste for suicidal"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;thats what i thnk of you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;RESPECT ; bagi aku tu yg buat org melayu lemah, tak ada respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-3639797638914019737?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/3639797638914019737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/chuggington.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3639797638914019737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3639797638914019737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/chuggington.html' title='chuggington'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4881887511558217636</id><published>2009-11-06T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:08:44.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she was given the world, so much that she couldn't see</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have it ever occured to you that i want that too?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;-Eugene Krabs-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whenever i started floating in the vault of heaven, into the firmament, youre always there to take me back to earth into your perfectly-crafted-to-perfection embrace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s1600-h/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 29px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s400/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421662680338560050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4881887511558217636?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4881887511558217636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-was-given-world-so-much-that-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4881887511558217636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4881887511558217636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-was-given-world-so-much-that-she.html' title='she was given the world, so much that she couldn&apos;t see'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Sz2de4mSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EXtIsxwYFOA/s72-c/ad39cdb3a9c6bdce7441b1eb89767497.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-5540650232628477751</id><published>2009-11-02T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:00:10.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i use to rule the world, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I never thought that doing something i like could make me tremble like a helpless child :("&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;-Patrick Star-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;seems you wanna fall then ill hold your hands&lt;Br&gt;seems you wanna cry then ill catch up your tears down&lt;br&gt;seems you wanna be loved then ill be right there by your side&lt;br&gt;give me, and take me as your lover&lt;br&gt;ill be there for you though the wind will hold me&lt;br&gt;ill be watching you though you stand in front of me&lt;br&gt;its all about the thing called love&lt;br&gt;that makes me do everything for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I promised ill sing this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-5540650232628477751?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/5540650232628477751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-use-to-rule-world-feel-fear-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5540650232628477751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5540650232628477751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-use-to-rule-world-feel-fear-in-my.html' title='i use to rule the world, feel the fear in my enemy&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-6549449384056326458</id><published>2009-11-01T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:15:11.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well open up your eyes and see like me</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How come when they act up all they get is the welcome wagon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;-squidward tentacles-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-6549449384056326458?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/6549449384056326458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-open-up-your-eyes-and-see-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6549449384056326458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6549449384056326458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-open-up-your-eyes-and-see-like-me.html' title='well open up your eyes and see like me'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-6803448935565636781</id><published>2009-10-27T22:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:00:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our love we cannot hide, our hearts are open wide</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SucJBcaIzuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tJGwGuqnytE/s1600-h/arshavin+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SucJBcaIzuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tJGwGuqnytE/s400/arshavin+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397292598837169890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Andrei Arshavin&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SucJmhJQ9bI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gE2410YZKaU/s1600-h/bendtner.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SucJmhJQ9bI/AAAAAAAAAFg/gE2410YZKaU/s400/bendtner.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397293235763738034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Nicklas Bendtner&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SucJ3Wi1DdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0jczSYwwaz0/s1600-h/fabregas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SucJ3Wi1DdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0jczSYwwaz0/s400/fabregas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397293524975947218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Francesc Fabregas&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SucKmGSPwMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZVFxK8aZtDU/s1600-h/arsenal+fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SucKmGSPwMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZVFxK8aZtDU/s400/arsenal+fc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397294328065278146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fans welcome the gunners in the may sunshine&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-6803448935565636781?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/6803448935565636781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-love-we-cannot-hide-our-hearts-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6803448935565636781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6803448935565636781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-love-we-cannot-hide-our-hearts-are.html' title='our love we cannot hide, our hearts are open wide'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/SucJBcaIzuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tJGwGuqnytE/s72-c/arshavin+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-927125456730491555</id><published>2009-10-24T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:35:13.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the seas be ours and by the powers, when we will we'll roam</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I try to live by rules and laws. Principes or in other words theories. But i realized that, clearly, theories and rules simply cant define something as complex as human behaviour. I realized that i tend to make the same mistakes which are frequent enough that they'll surely create conflicts later. You know im a fan of the series of HOUSE M.d. I can see that people dont care about other people not because of hatred but simply bacause they are focused on themselves. For example, instead of asking 'what is nabil thinking' people would ask 'what does nabil think of me'. Thus my theory is that embarassment is insignificant. Since they dont know you and since the public focusses mainly on themselve, this means that you only occupy a small fraction of their minds. Thus your self-judgement on what do other people think of me is considerably larger than reality. Human behaviour does not reflects their real self, its explicit. They are dictated by overwhelming self altuirism. My theory is that like crocs, human is very territorial. Or power seeking. Some people help other people as a sign of power or for dominance. Some people live by ideas that "if i help you now, youll help me later". This 'hujah' leaves me pondering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad said i think too much for a seventeen year old boy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-927125456730491555?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/927125456730491555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/seas-be-ours-and-by-powers-when-we-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/927125456730491555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/927125456730491555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/seas-be-ours-and-by-powers-when-we-will.html' title='the seas be ours and by the powers, when we will we&apos;ll roam'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-7370980319057896567</id><published>2009-10-23T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:42:37.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate that question more than i hate anything else :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/Center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;Ps:Happy 20th :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-7370980319057896567?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/7370980319057896567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-my-kiss-will-dissolve-silence-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7370980319057896567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/7370980319057896567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-my-kiss-will-dissolve-silence-that.html' title='and my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-3877410484229375477</id><published>2009-10-22T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:41:33.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just keep pushing on</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;this may seem weird for you guys but i guess this is my way to boost myself for spm in particular. Like a boxer you can say, jeering and praising himself not to be cocky but to raise his self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, my results for trials was not good enough. I got 8A's and 2B's. Thats nothing compared to the goal which i am aiming for - 10 A+. Gahh. I gotta start studying till the wee hours. I just gotta. By hook or by crook. I mean, spm is the decider. The biggest mmountain to climb. Success wont just come falling from the sky or knocking on my door. I gotta earn it. From lying on my bed just daydreaming to being a seccessful doctor. The metamorphosis just wont happen. Everything is connected.&lt;br /&gt;I think god wont give you success just like that, but he'll give you the chance of embracing that success. The pressure is gargantuan. I used to face my problems by not facing it. But now, I just forget about yesterdays. Tomorrow hasnt arrived yet. I just got today, and im gonna decide it, i have the power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont take anything for granted. Ive learned that its better to react than to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. this is nothing but a load of crap :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-3877410484229375477?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/3877410484229375477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-keep-pushing-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3877410484229375477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3877410484229375477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-keep-pushing-on.html' title='just keep pushing on'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-3650637534021977552</id><published>2009-10-19T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:20:01.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white camellia, white roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Every human, has only one chance. Only one lifetime.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you are worth every second of every minute of every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year of my whole lifetime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-3650637534021977552?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/3650637534021977552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/white-camellia-white-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3650637534021977552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3650637534021977552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/white-camellia-white-roses.html' title='white camellia, white roses'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-5824096992121379217</id><published>2009-10-16T16:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:42:19.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but without you all im going to be is incomplete</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;The deparaya celebration at school was a blast. Being that spm is just around the corner, means two things. Importantly it means, i have just about 2 months more or less with my school comrades. Im gonna miss you guys. Im gonna miss high school. And so we (5 ino) took the liberty of snapping pics like mad and here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Stgw-YN9laI/AAAAAAAAADw/JRtuz7FhQSY/s1600-h/with+the+whole+class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Stgw-YN9laI/AAAAAAAAADw/JRtuz7FhQSY/s400/with+the+whole+class.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393114401987204514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/StgxNJJP2kI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vaGQTzkQUf8/s1600-h/with+cg+asilah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/StgxNJJP2kI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vaGQTzkQUf8/s400/with+cg+asilah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393114655638936130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Stgxm6U-S_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KAM3mDyjPlk/s1600-h/girls+of+5+ino.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Stgxm6U-S_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/KAM3mDyjPlk/s400/girls+of+5+ino.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393115098338184178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Stgx0U8zE2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/cLTY9ujP5N8/s1600-h/with+sir+raja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Stgx0U8zE2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/cLTY9ujP5N8/s400/with+sir+raja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393115328822842210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are forever :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i dont get to talk to you as much, its not because i dont miss you, because i miss you already :( Damn the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-5824096992121379217?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/5824096992121379217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-without-you-all-im-going-to-be-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5824096992121379217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5824096992121379217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-without-you-all-im-going-to-be-is.html' title='but without you all im going to be is incomplete'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LcersawSTeI/Stgw-YN9laI/AAAAAAAAADw/JRtuz7FhQSY/s72-c/with+the+whole+class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-105406794581008092</id><published>2009-10-09T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T09:35:11.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gravity is not responsible for people falling in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Went to Mimi's yesterday for an open house. Soon after i arrived it started to rain quite heavily. The sky was overcasted and brought strong winds. I guess monsoon is kicking in again. To bad for us as the eid celebration at school is just around the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like youve lost your ways,&lt;br /&gt;when you feel like your chances are already gone,&lt;br /&gt;when you start believing that you could be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;when you think the road is going nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;when you almost gave up on your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Ill be there beside you, through thick and thin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-105406794581008092?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/105406794581008092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/gravity-is-not-responsible-for-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/105406794581008092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/105406794581008092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/gravity-is-not-responsible-for-people.html' title='gravity is not responsible for people falling in love'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-9210210136277128682</id><published>2009-10-06T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:07:46.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unconditional love</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Out of the blue, my father told me a story, a very inspiring one, for me lahh.&lt;br /&gt;And actually i havent a clue why did he told me that story but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short after the vietnam war, a man called his parents in san fransisco and told them that he was coming home. But before that he wanted his parents to know that hes bringing along someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mom, dad, ill be arriving home soon. But i want you to know that im bringing along a friend of mine. I want you to meet him. Hes badly injured, he accidentally stepped on a landmine and the landmine exploded so gargantually that hes now deaf, he lost his foot and cannot move. Although this means that i would have to take care of him almost every second of my life, I want him to stay with us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, a very rare jewel, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dont know why dad told me that story but theres no harm in lending him my ears right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-9210210136277128682?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/9210210136277128682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/unconditional-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/9210210136277128682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/9210210136277128682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/10/unconditional-love.html' title='unconditional love'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4366320430106852911</id><published>2009-09-30T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:27:13.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will follow you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Incontrovertably, the thought of you overshadow me, every night. I cant sleep right i cant eat right, nothing seems to be right. How can anything be right when half of your heart isnt there. How can anything feels right when the one thing that always makes you smile isnt there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe how much i am missing you :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4366320430106852911?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4366320430106852911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-will-follow-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4366320430106852911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4366320430106852911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-will-follow-you.html' title='i will follow you'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4784647115831944276</id><published>2009-09-26T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:25:57.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eid ul-fitr</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Eidul-fitr or oftenly abbreviated as eid finally came. This marks the end of ramadan, and of course, the start of visiting among relatives and duit raya. hee.&lt;br /&gt;So, i woke up early on the first day of eid, it was a beatiful morning and we had a small breakfast, preferably as usual we had some dates before we attended the eid prayers. I spent the first of eid and the few last days of ramadan in kl, (matrilineal side). Traditionally we would gather, the whole family to celebrate. In my case, my family, my cousins families all gathered at grandma's for the first eid. And yeahh as usual, we salam each other asking for forgiveness and a happy eid mobarak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that was done, my family and i headed straight for Kedah, to celebrate eid with the patrilineal side of my family. But all wasnt always happy as my tok njang and tok ngah were very ill. So that kinda sorta ruined, killed our festive mood. My tok ngah suffered from severe paru paru berair and she actually passed away not two days back. Innalillah. But still, nontheless, we still enjoyed ourselves going shopping and meeting up with distant relatives. But on the contrary, nearly 470 people lost their lives in road accidents, as malaysians revellers returned home after celebrating eid. But what can we do eyhh? I cant pin the blame on the road, because all the way through the highways, i can see drivers driving wrecklessly, without a single care for the road rules, without a single care for their loved one's lives. Like Tan Sri Musa Hassan said "semua sebab sikap". Blablabla, im rambling again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahla, babai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps : safe journey yea youuu :) I cant wait till i get to study again with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4784647115831944276?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4784647115831944276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/eid-ul-fitr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4784647115831944276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4784647115831944276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/eid-ul-fitr.html' title='eid ul-fitr'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-432597143577112286</id><published>2009-09-17T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:52:49.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is no surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Trials is over and eid is kicking in. Hey, even if trials is over, and we've won the battle, the war ain't over yet right. Spm's still there, drawing nearer, faster than we think. Sleep, eat, study and before you know it, Spm's here. So i guess, im not gonna have the chance of enjoying myself to the fullest for this year's eid. Then again, nahh, raya raya la, spm lain citer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the guys from rantau, friends, and muslim worldwide, have a splendid eid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a certain someone, a splendid eid to you too, may the magic and wonders of eid brings happiness and joy to your life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-432597143577112286?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/432597143577112286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-no-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/432597143577112286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/432597143577112286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-no-surprise.html' title='this is no surprise'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-8735284807141016791</id><published>2009-09-12T15:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:53:09.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you cant feel anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;One very hot day as i was pacing in the living room, trying to cool myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazim : Outta my sight along, i wanna watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;Me    : Woahh, ske ati je bdak ni. You could have asked politely you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this happened once when i was eavesdropping on Hazim. He was in my room with his plastic sword in his hand swinging his sword, piercing the air. Biasa lah budak budak, imaginative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazim : Take that, another enemy outlasted, entropy will always triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=121568288&amp;albumID=672750&amp;imageID=22486366"&gt;&lt;img src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images01/90/8ecddba7aa73adfa4d6d9236d5a36540/m.jpg" alt="hazim" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hazim&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My golly, where does he learn all this. Sometimes, the kid bedazzles me. At the same time it reminds me, of my english. Its getting weaker as we speak. Gaahh. I need to read more. If i have some time to spare though. But of course, some leisure time is hard to come by these days, as spm, as D-day grew nearer. I can already feel the pressure. Its like heat that rises from the pavement in the afternoon. By hook or by crook i have to finish revising all of my studies in a month. No worries, you can do it Nabil, calm and collected, slow and steady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Umairs birthday :D Happy birthday buddy. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;May prosperity be showered upon youu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-8735284807141016791?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/8735284807141016791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-cant-feel-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8735284807141016791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/8735284807141016791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-cant-feel-anything.html' title='you cant feel anything'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-9145544775522449383</id><published>2009-09-10T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:39:50.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when darkness stands to light</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Addmath was the best thing about today. Not only did it brighten my day up, but also every other 5 ino-ians. To simply put it, im glad that i got the addmaths papers outta my system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak kata orang, "apa guna addmath ah? pegi kedai nak beli ikan bukannya pakai pun log and indices smua". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa guna die, utk spm la dummy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours and a half was not even close to adequate. I didnt even managed to finish my exam completely. I spent almost 20 minutes on cursing a progressions question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"peeehalll soalan niii".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look on the brightside (if there is one), next up chemistry and biology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-9145544775522449383?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/9145544775522449383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-darkness-stands-to-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/9145544775522449383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/9145544775522449383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-darkness-stands-to-light.html' title='when darkness stands to light'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-1084813086808575897</id><published>2009-09-06T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:15:03.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with every seasons changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Todays paper was 1119 english and history. English was mediocre, nothing out of the ordinary. History was a fiasco. I really think i could have done better because everything that i read the day before seemed blandly faded. I should have put my back into it. I conjecture my endeavour was not enough? Heh, it was so little that i wouldnt call it as endeavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay these are some lines extracted from my english essay. Okay here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wonder. Ask a girl wether she wants to be popular or not, for sure the answers 'no'. The fact is that even if she was dying of thirst and had to choose between water and popularity. She would say popularity. When i was little, when dad was still around i used to go down to play at our backyard with my sister. When i was little i used to love pouring salts on slugs. I liked wathcing them dissolve into the slugs and the slugs worming about. I used to love it untill i realised that something was being hurt. At school, i was the slug. And everybody else has salts. I was the one who was at the most bottom, rock bottom bit of the popularity web. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was some, to name a few. Plagiarised sket. Hee. The story was about a boy (me) and his sister. They used to live in a big mansion with all the wealth and luxuries showered to them. But all that changed one thursday night when dad and mom quarrelled and dad left for good. He left them along with all his wealth. Mom raised them as a single mom. This dilemma changed him. He used to be a carefree young boy but now he became a loner. Rebelling against everything when inside actually he was hurt. When inside was actually a little boy who is longing for a father's love. One day he gave up and tried commiting suicide but failed. Then he realised that god gave him another chance at life and he should grab it. He should not have thrown his life away in such a discreteful manner. He is not a thin-skinned creature who cannot stand up for himself. He was better than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaa! I hope that was good for my teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, physics is next in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-1084813086808575897?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/1084813086808575897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-every-seasons-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1084813086808575897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1084813086808575897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-every-seasons-changed.html' title='with every seasons changed'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-6310749372171835592</id><published>2009-09-05T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:52:55.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am by your side</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;So i woke up early today, 10 in the morning. Haha. Opened my heavy, creaking eyes and tried to recall my dream. Heh. My dream was rubbish, guess what, i dreamt i raced against that jamaican guy, usain bolt and won. *scratch head. Cut the crap, yada yada yada, anyways, i went straight to the kitchen as i can feel as though my throat was screaming for water. So i opened the fridge, took out a glass of sky juice but just just before the tip of the glass touched my lips, puasa la weyhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheww, that was a close one, i ate so little for supper and now my tummy couldnt stop grumbling. Gahh. I tried killing my time by studying. As, hey, "doesnt time flies when youre enjoying yourself". Haha. I did a bit of history for tomorrows exam. Yeah and thats it, and now im back with my butt crashed onto the couch and my eyes set glaring the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey graduation day, i just realized that we havent done anything, no round table no nothing. We gotta call up a meeting and yeah start from scratch. I wonder if other schools have started on planning for their graduation day. I think i shouldnt take part in that so much. I just dont want teachers day to repeat itself. With spm just around the corner, theres just too much at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bounce, sighs im really worried about my english, its getting worse, considerably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-6310749372171835592?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/6310749372171835592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-by-your-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6310749372171835592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/6310749372171835592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-by-your-side.html' title='i am by your side'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-2846415465391876071</id><published>2009-09-03T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:23:34.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ivan the terrible</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since you last posted something about me,&lt;br /&gt;and how i wanted for you to do so lama dah,&lt;br /&gt;spm is lurking nearer and its not my results that im worrying about,&lt;br /&gt;but its the time i have left with you,&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna regret not doing this and that,&lt;br /&gt;im seeking perfection, i know,&lt;br /&gt;im sorry you *shed tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty please with cherry on top,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: panas :( of course its bloody panas, demam lahh. Aaaaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-2846415465391876071?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/2846415465391876071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/ivan-terrible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2846415465391876071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2846415465391876071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/09/ivan-terrible.html' title='ivan the terrible'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-476836895033182500</id><published>2009-08-29T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:18:26.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cadillac of the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Went to Kuantan today,&lt;br /&gt;because dad has gotta finish all the paperwork of ahhh i pun dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;Follow je lah, heee.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway to Kuantan our citroen's air cond malfunctioned,&lt;br /&gt;my golly was it hot, we were drenched when we reached Kuantan,&lt;br /&gt;luckily for us, ECM sejuk. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I bought some shirts and a pair of crocs. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that was the limit for me,&lt;br /&gt;as dad went grumpy out of fatigue,&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to buy that white baju melayu i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Its nice, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kak baju melayu color putih susu ada tak? putih mutiara?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haaa, nak kawin ke apa dik?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soalan wajib la kan, you blaja tak today?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww, thank you you.&lt;br /&gt;for caring :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-476836895033182500?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/476836895033182500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/cadillac-of-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/476836895033182500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/476836895033182500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/cadillac-of-sky.html' title='cadillac of the sky'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-68043007329993148</id><published>2009-08-25T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:11:14.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good ol' arsenal, were proud to say that name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;"One nil to the arsenal, one nil to the arsenal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"arsenal, arsenal fc, were by far the greatest team, the world has ever seen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the songs that were sung across the emirates stadium last saturdays match against portsmouth. I guess the new formation is working wonderously for Diaby as he led a 4-1 victory at home. I guess its looking good for the gooners for this season. woohoo! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the red devils, it was an auspicious start for them but they already lost to burnley 1 nil. And to liverpool (Umair. Hee). Hey theres still time. Haha. Eat my dust Umair :D Youll walk alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Arsenal, Kings of London-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-68043007329993148?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/68043007329993148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-ol-arsenal-were-proud-to-say-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/68043007329993148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/68043007329993148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-ol-arsenal-were-proud-to-say-that.html' title='good ol&apos; arsenal, were proud to say that name.'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-3785403540698776469</id><published>2009-08-24T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:32:37.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kasabian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Kasabaian is an alternative rock band from leicester, Engaland formed by Tom Meighan their very own vocal. Look i know i shouldnt be wasting my valuable time talking about this but hey, ive studied :D So lemme just, kill a bit of time here aite old chap. Hee. Anyways as MTV announced 15th of july 2009, Malaysia played host to MTV World Stage on august the 15th. The gig featured live performances from UK's Kasabian, The All American Rejects, Estranged and many more. Not only that,okay im just gonna quote this one. The MTV World Stage marked the first time ever Kasabian appeared in southeast asia. Eat that Singapore! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takde point langsung tapi, heee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-3785403540698776469?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/3785403540698776469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/kasabian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3785403540698776469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3785403540698776469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/kasabian.html' title='kasabian.'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-491637859518946990</id><published>2009-08-24T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:34:19.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and make it through the dawn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;1 ramadan, muslims worldwide celebarates the islam's holy month of fasting. Muslims around the world not only abstain themselves from foods but also drinks and anger and lust. And on the first of ramadan was mimi's birthday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Mimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late birthday wish. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss my sunshine &lt;/em&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-491637859518946990?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/491637859518946990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-make-it-through-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/491637859518946990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/491637859518946990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-make-it-through-dawn.html' title='and make it through the dawn.'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-9023467687316116790</id><published>2009-08-22T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:52:38.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and on those wee hours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;its just around the corner,&lt;br /&gt;near the end of the tether,&lt;br /&gt;ive been living in this wonderous world for almost 18 years now and yet its as though my life really started 13th of july last year,&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact that the world is not mine,&lt;br /&gt;what i will do,&lt;br /&gt;never stop praying because for the 18 years ive lived i learned that the good lord is most definitely pemurah,&lt;br /&gt;answer my prayers your almighty, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-9023467687316116790?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/9023467687316116790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-on-those-wee-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/9023467687316116790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/9023467687316116790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-on-those-wee-hours.html' title='and on those wee hours.'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-2059932871887426118</id><published>2009-08-15T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:13:37.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaaaaaaaaaa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Happy birthday CIK NAD. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry lambat cik nad. And aisyah. And Hazim. phewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes for the future to come :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-2059932871887426118?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/2059932871887426118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaaaaaaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2059932871887426118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/2059932871887426118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/aaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='aaaaaaaaaaaa.'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-4521738081112425649</id><published>2009-08-13T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T22:43:22.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where did i go wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;puan normah aint at school starting last monday, as she was due to give birth to, i heard its either a boy or a girl. Haha. Of course. Girl i think. So good luck teacher and congratulations. SPM is just around the corner and my golly do i need a paradigm shift, quick. Im still lazing around doing nothing when instead i could use up my leisure time with studying. Come on, straight a's dont grow on trees nabil, it wont fall from the sky. *Snap fingers. Quit lazing around, gaahh. And now with puan normah gone, idk what is to become of my addmath. Gahh i gotta do something quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all that heat, i went googling and guess what ive stumbled across :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk293/nabil_da_man/?action=view&amp;current=wa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk293/nabil_da_man/wa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk293/nabil_da_man/?action=view&amp;current=waa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk293/nabil_da_man/waa.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk293/nabil_da_man/?action=view&amp;current=waaa-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk293/nabil_da_man/waaa-2.jpg" border="0" alt="waaaa"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://s283.photobucket.com/albums/kk293/nabil_da_man/?action=view&amp;current=waaaa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk293/nabil_da_man/waaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="waaaaaaa"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;God i need a bucket :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-4521738081112425649?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/4521738081112425649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-did-i-go-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4521738081112425649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/4521738081112425649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-did-i-go-wrong.html' title='where did i go wrong'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-9100018579259259243</id><published>2009-08-12T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:03:48.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>struck in awe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;"nessun dorma", that was the first thing that slipped through my mind as i was scribbling through some pages of my english book. Nessun Dorma - non shall sleep!.&lt;br /&gt;Nessun Dorma is one of the last pieces, masterpieces, a work by puccini.&lt;br /&gt;Sang at an almost impossibly perfect, tune by legends such as pavarotti, corelli, carreras and many other exquisite voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DelJrP3P7tA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/DelJrP3P7tA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;c&gt;Pardon for the low quality.&lt;C&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that, dont judge a book by its cover, and your dream is there, pursue it with everything, everything you got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None shall sleep! None shall sleep! Even you, Oh Princess, in your cold bedroom, watch the stars that tremble with love and with hope!" &lt;br /&gt;"But my secret is hidden within me; none will know my name! No, no! On your mouth I will say it when the light shines!"&lt;br /&gt;"And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("No one will know﻿ his name... and we will have to, alas, die, die!") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vanish, o night! Set, stars! Set, stars! At daybreak I shall win! I shall win! I shall win!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavarotti himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDtcidMR_6I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/MDtcidMR_6I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavarotti died, september of 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-9100018579259259243?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/9100018579259259243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/struck-in-awe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/9100018579259259243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/9100018579259259243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/struck-in-awe.html' title='struck in awe.'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-5497033834214616875</id><published>2009-08-08T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:16:45.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes and ears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;"Bangunn bangunn". The sound that i woke up to this morning. Indefinitely, it was mom, my alarm bell, as usual waking me up every single morning. Heee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pegi sekolah tak?", mom said.&lt;br /&gt;"tahh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried opening my eyes which were still sore from idk infection kot. My eyes creaked opened but went shut again. I just couldnt, not because of pain, sbb malas. Haha. After forcing myself up from bed, i instatntly realized that my eyes were still sore and so i crashed my back onto my bed and say hello to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bangunn, dah pukul 11 nii"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouted mom as she opened the curtains in my room. With a drowsy head i jumped outta bed and with my eyes half opened half closed i started walking out and "dush" as i crashed into the door. I fell to the floor and started rubbing my forehead, saying to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mmm, lapar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got up and went straight to the kitchen and started searching the fridge for something, anything that is edible. I stumbled across a few choc bars and started munching them. Then, as i turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EEE, merahnye mata along", Hazim sounded as if he saw a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, still kinda drowsy ran towards him and shouted, "rooaarr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He screamed in horror and ran straight into a couch. Haha i could have sworn, that was the funniest sight i seen all day. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-5497033834214616875?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/5497033834214616875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/eyes-and-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5497033834214616875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5497033834214616875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/eyes-and-ears.html' title='eyes and ears.'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-5074581507906395639</id><published>2009-08-06T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:54:37.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wind of glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I just couldnt help but cry. Really. After watching a video from a blog of friend of mine. The video literally touched the strings of my heart and yeah made me shed some tears. Mengada i know, but im not being dramatic. Some people said im thinskinned, well maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to my mind, that sometimes people cry for no reason. Take my mom for instant.&lt;br /&gt;I once was asked of this question "why do women cry for no reason"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres my answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made a woman, special. He made her shoulders strong so that she could carry the world but gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her inner strength to endure childbirth and many rejections from her children. He gave her hardness to keep on going when every one else gives up. He gave her sensitivity to love the one she loves no matter what. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, He gave her a tear to shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to women eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-5074581507906395639?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/5074581507906395639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/wind-of-glory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5074581507906395639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/5074581507906395639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/wind-of-glory.html' title='wind of glory'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-3946364016352460105</id><published>2009-08-05T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:19:45.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch my life pass me by.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Love is a deep ineffable feeling of tender care for another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is feeling of affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjh9mJL-NYY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/zjh9mJL-NYY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-3946364016352460105?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/3946364016352460105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/watch-my-life-pass-me-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3946364016352460105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/3946364016352460105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/08/watch-my-life-pass-me-by.html' title='Watch my life pass me by.'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2907368427544821558.post-1246135429330873948</id><published>2009-07-25T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:20:59.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ill be there for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;sighs,&lt;br /&gt;Im leaving tomorrow for KT to attend a straight 'a' camp for four days. To be frank, i dont wanna go, i dont know, somehow i just dont feel like jumping for joy when i heard the news. Well what can i do, Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna miss you :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2907368427544821558-1246135429330873948?l=perfectperplexity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/feeds/1246135429330873948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-be-there-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1246135429330873948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2907368427544821558/posts/default/1246135429330873948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectperplexity.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-be-there-for-you.html' title='ill be there for you'/><author><name>Nabil Ibrahim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01038385164332317728</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
