<?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-8792606393168581498</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:42:11.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spideeey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792606393168581498.post-2229872864784398144</id><published>2009-06-11T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:56:10.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya Tuhanku, yang Maha Pengasih&lt;br /&gt;Engkau sahaja pemeliharaku&lt;br /&gt;Dengarkan rintihan hambaMu ini&lt;br /&gt;Jangan Engkau biarkan ku sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agarku bisa bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Walau tanpa bersama mereka&lt;br /&gt;Gantikanlah yang hilang&lt;br /&gt;Tumbuhkan yang telah patah&lt;br /&gt;Ku inginkan bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Di dunia dan akhirat&lt;br /&gt;PadaMu Tuhan ku mohon segala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;grant me strength and hope, my dear God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-2229872864784398144?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2229872864784398144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=2229872864784398144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/2229872864784398144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/2229872864784398144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/06/ya-tuhanku-yang-maha-pengasih-engkau.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792606393168581498.post-5975089660831090208</id><published>2009-05-11T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:13:44.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Akhirnya ku hanya memilikiMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dalam hidupku kini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dan akhirnya hanyalah tentang diriMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yang meyakini setiap langkahku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Setelah aku menampikkan diriMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Setelah aku meninggalkan Mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ya Tuhanku.. ampuni sgala dosaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tunjukkan ku jalan kembali untukMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ya Tuhanku.. rahmati sgala langkahku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Agar ku temukan indahnya cintaMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Kusadari hanyalah pada diriMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Ku kan temukan cinta sejatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Kusadari hanyalah tentang diriMu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Yang mendamaikan seluruh jiwaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-5975089660831090208?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5975089660831090208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=5975089660831090208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/5975089660831090208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/5975089660831090208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/05/akhirnya-ku-hanya-memilikimu-dalam.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-4192640738486613233</id><published>2009-05-08T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:47:20.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Heyho. Haven't been updating, i know. Mainly the reason is because i'm plain lazy. lol. To be honest, i've lost the mood to blog already. Life has been pretty mundane and missing a whole lot of things which makes it wonderful. But i'll try to update whenever i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Soccer just now and it wasn't bad. We won quite a few games and had the chances to win the games which we lost. I think we played quite well, only have to improve on converting our chances and also on our defending. Now i'm trying to shrug off a back injury which i picked up after being swept to the floor just now. Thank God there is no match tommorow. Hopefully, i'll recover soon. Insyallah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-4192640738486613233?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4192640738486613233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=4192640738486613233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/4192640738486613233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/4192640738486613233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/05/heyho.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-3969849691268035685</id><published>2009-04-30T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:30:14.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;What an exhausting and long day. I had zero hours of sleep till now as i've spent the whole night just now watching soccer and what a painful night it is to see my team lose out to Man Utd by a goal to none. But i'm an optimist, so i'm gonna brush aside all the arrogant and complacent comments from the Man Utd fans(you know who you are) and remain confident that my team could turn the tie around at the Emirates Stadium next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Something happened in the bus on the way to school today. As typical as every weekdays, 8-9+ in the morning, the bus no. 8 will be packed like sardines. Single deck or double deck, it dosen't seem to make a difference. It happened to be that the bus i was on just now was single deck. Somewhere through the journey, when the bus stops at the bus stop opposite Holy Trinity Church, an angry businessman vented his frustation of not getting on the bus to a poor guy who is standing just infront of me. He stomped to the backdoor of the bus and knocked so hard that it catches everybody's attention, including the bus driver. Then he shouted some chinese words and pointed his middle finger to the poor guy. To end of his 10 seconds of bizzare drama, he kicked the backdoor of the bus so hard that i swear it almost broke. The bus driver then had no choice but to drive off and leave the grumpy man and his sorry ass behind. I felt very sorry for the poor boy who bacame a random target of some inconsiderate frustations. I saw his face and God, i almost broke down to tears to see his frightened self. I very much wanted to console him, pat his back and say some nice comforting words. But somehow i just couldn't manage to summon up enough courage to do so. It really is very sad to see his motivation level drop so low when he is on the way to school. May this kind of incident never happen again, anywhere and anytime. Please be considerate and patient. Believe me when i say having patience always pays off, no matter what the situation is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-3969849691268035685?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3969849691268035685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=3969849691268035685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3969849691268035685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3969849691268035685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-exhausting-and-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-7758634877483488862</id><published>2009-04-24T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:41:19.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;1st week of MP/SIP has just came to an end. That means there are another 18 more weeks to go. Wooooo. I have to say the 1st week of MP/SIP is rather fun but at times boring. Monday was the most boring day, having to attend a couple of briefings here and there. Tuesday me and my group mates: ridzwan and feroz travelled all the way to chinatown to search for some hobby shop. Wednesday we went to payar lebar where the Tamiya HQ was held there. Thursday we started manufacturing out project and just now we did some testings. Our project still has a long way to go, but i am overall quite pleased with our progress so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;MP/SIP sure can be very boring and dull at times. But at the same time, i find it very fun to be able to have the freedom to go out and grab a snack at breadboard, go out to have lunch at techno chicken rice stall and walk all the way to ITAS to have ice kacang at any time you want. Time management is very crucial. And i'm sure this whole stretch of 19 weeks will teach us all to manage our time better. Final say is that MP/SIP can be your worst enemy, but it also can be your bestfriend. Remeber, it carries a hefty lot of credit unit. Thus there can be no doubt of the massive influence it will play in your GPA score. All the best everyone, may the force be with you. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-7758634877483488862?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7758634877483488862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=7758634877483488862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/7758634877483488862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/7758634877483488862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/1st-week-of-mpsip-has-just-came-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-3071235312256590783</id><published>2009-04-18T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:46:25.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;And so Arsenal crashed out of the FA cup semifinal. They lost it out to Chelsea after a goalkeeping error gifted drogba the winning goal in the 83rd minuite. That came after a brilliant spell of goal creating chances that were'nt converted due to a mixture of poor finishing, great chelsea defending and some brilliant goalkeeping. Its a real heartbreak, where i almost broke down in tears after watching the sorrowful faces of the Arsenal fans on television. But nevertheless, i believe we can take many positives from the game where we played some great football and at times swept the chelsea players off their feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I've been spending alot of time with my NI mates lately. Which is a great thing. Friday had a cookie baking session held at my house. Was expecting a huge battalion to turn up, but only zariq, sayyidi, begum, wawan, mus, marliyana and aishah turn up in the end. We had lots of fun baking cookies and my mum helped us a whole lot. Thanks mummy, we couldn't have done it without you. In the end, i think i estimated around 200 cookies baked. Which exceeded our target of 150. Alhamdulillah. Oh and i have yet to mention that the cookies taste absolutely delicious. Can really give famous amos a run in their money. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yesterday had NI trek. Kind of ironic when there are only about 8 NI members who were present and the students from madrasah Irsyad as well as NYP exceeded us in numbers. But alhamdulillah, the good side of it is that we were able to make new friends. I made friends with people like Azhar and Asyraf, although most of the NI members known them already through RELITE camp which i didn't attend. Anyway, the event went well and it was great fun inspite of the tired and cramp legs after walking up slopes and steps along Mount Faber and eventually into kent ridge park. And i got to say, the henderson wave is really beautiful. A brilliant piece of art in terms of its design. And the scene surrounding it is also quite simply stunning. I really learnt to cherish and enjoy the nature more during the event. I came to realise the wonders and beauty of the nature. It was really wonderful, and alhamdulillah, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves throughout the whole event. InsyAllah, we will have another similar event next year. I very much will be looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh and school is starting like tommorow. To be honest, i don't think i am in the school mood yet. It'll be intresting to see how i cope with the first day of school tommorow. First day is aways the hardest and i believe it sets the tone for the whole semester. So hopefully, i would be able to wake up fresh and energetic tommorow as school starts at 8am. Especially when i only had 4 hours of sleep last night due to watching soccer. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-3071235312256590783?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3071235312256590783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=3071235312256590783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3071235312256590783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3071235312256590783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so-arsenal-crashed-out-of-fa-cup.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-7665298134511404758</id><published>2009-04-14T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:42:27.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyhooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;I haven't been updating as i've been busy. Busy going out with my mum. Been going out with my mother alot. Went to all sorts of places such as IMM, Vivo, Bugis and her favourite Geylang Serai. And i just came back home after shopping at john little singapore expo sale with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yesterday had an NI outing where Ustazah Hafizah treated us to dinner at Bishan Junction 8 pizza hut. Met Zariq first in tampines and then met Wawan in the MRT. Zuib joined us in the same MRT after Eunos station and the 4 of us met the rest in Bishan. The ordering itself took 20mins to say the least as we were having squabbles and arguments as to what pizza to order and so on. Thank God we finally came out with a list of our orders and we played some games among ourselves while awaiting the foods to arrive. After dinner, set off for Maghrib prayers at a mosque nearby. Waited for Isyak and prayed there as well. Then me, Zariq and Mokhsin took bus 59 home. And i swear i almost dozed off in the bus. Ok, that was unnecessary. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-7665298134511404758?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7665298134511404758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=7665298134511404758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/7665298134511404758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/7665298134511404758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/heyhooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-3547210590978847475</id><published>2009-04-08T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:20:00.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/Sdx3iWgs6hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/VGuOy4hpfkw/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/Sdx3iWgs6hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/VGuOy4hpfkw/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322260291687082514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;And so i was there. Yes, its my first time in 18 years. Yes, i'm slow, i'm lagging behind bla bla bla. But who cares? Its my first and definitely, it won't be my last. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Didn't sleep last night to catch the Champions League match between Villareal and Arsenal. I got to say its a breathtaking match with 2 very stunning goals. Both teams were evenly matched and a 1-1 draw seems a justified result. I was watching the match online and the Man Utd fans(Syafiq and Amir) were like ranting and ranting on our MSN convo due to their team's inability to get through a resilient Porto side. Hah, all the best for the 2nd leg i guess? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hakim came online early morning and irritate the life out of me. He was so very excited about the soccer at Cage a few hours later.(Its his first time too). He really was as excited as a small kid who is attending a birthday party for the first time. He asked me things like 'Eh, you bringing soap? Later i want to bathe, like going swimming like that.' LOL, anyway, i met him and the rest a few hours later and we set off for the cage. The bus ride was quite long, but having zul crapping along beside me takes all the boredom away. We met zariq, iskandar and fazli there and we started playing. Isaac was kind of lost, so he only managed to play for awhile. Poor thing him. But i'm sure each and everyone of us had fun just now. I sure had my fair share of fun. And the thing about the cage is that you don't get tired easily. Thus you are able to run around more and get involved in the game more. I took some knocks here and there though, and my right leg is hurting right now. But i'm sure i'll be alright. The cage sure rocks but i guess thats it for now. Its back to the hidden court i guess. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-3547210590978847475?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3547210590978847475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=3547210590978847475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3547210590978847475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3547210590978847475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/cage-and-so-i-was-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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/_z8BDPkLM0zs/Sdx3iWgs6hI/AAAAAAAAAnw/VGuOy4hpfkw/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792606393168581498.post-2211734272136270960</id><published>2009-04-06T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:54:08.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Its been some time since i last updated so here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Just came back from religious camp and it was really fun. I learnt lots of important lessons in life throughout the 48 hours camp. And i met wonderful people and made new friends. Probably the main highlight of the whole camp was when i was randomly selected to lead the whole cohort for Zuhur prayers. Its the first time for me doing so in a huge group. So i was a little nervous, but thank God, i did fine in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tommorow will be the first time i am going to step into the much talked about artificial pitches of 'the cage' in kallang. I can't wait. Hopefully everything goes smoothly tommorow and our $5 will be well spent. And it comes just after a few hours of the champions league match between Arsenal and Villareal. So i'll be discussing both the highs and lows of the match with my dearest arsenal pal, prabu. Wooh, i can hardly wait. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-2211734272136270960?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2211734272136270960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=2211734272136270960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/2211734272136270960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/2211734272136270960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-some-time-since-i-last-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-3542713401465251640</id><published>2009-04-02T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:53:11.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Its been a few wonderful days of soccer mania. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Wednesday had soccer training with Rizal and gang. It was an informal one, where we just played around while improve on our team chemistry at the same time. They make me travel so far, all the way to Chua Chu Kang. And God, how tired and shagged i was on the long train ride home. But overall, it was great fun hanging out with them and kicking some balls too. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Yesterday went to Sayyidi's house and had a Fifa 09 competition on his PS3. Its the first time i had my hands on the PS3 and i got to say it won me over in an instant. The graphics were stunning and much more realistic. Anyway, the Fifa 09 competition got under way with Sayyidi using Barcelona, Zariq using Liverpool, Mussadiq using Bayern Munchen, Faruq using Real Madrid, Musagos using Arsenal and me myself using Inter Milan.(I wanted to pick Arsenal, but its already chosen). Overall, we had a great fun there. And thanks Sayyidi for the delicious black pepper chicken prepared. And not forgetting, thanks Zariq for driving me both there and home. Saved my EZ-link cash. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Anyway, The tournament took so long that we had to stop half way. So the final standings of the day were as followed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;1)Barcelona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;2)Arsenal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;3)Real Madrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;4)Inter Milan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;5)Liverpool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;6)Bayern Munchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-3542713401465251640?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3542713401465251640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=3542713401465251640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3542713401465251640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3542713401465251640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-few-wonderful-days-of-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-740908598986709035</id><published>2009-03-31T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:59:07.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Harith, Harith, you need to remain patient.&lt;br /&gt;You can get through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-740908598986709035?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/740908598986709035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=740908598986709035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/740908598986709035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/740908598986709035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/harith-harith-you-need-to-remain.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-3718550263984244494</id><published>2009-03-28T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:47:08.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its EARTH HOUR, and my mother is using the vacumm cleaner so late in the night -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Today had religious class and i have to say the new teacher rocks. He's so funny and packs with lots of good old stories. Went to my grandparent's place as usual every saturday and had fun meeting my cousins. My mom even brought along my cute little baby cousin back home with us and she's going to overnight at our place. So i'm having alot of fun playing with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Field match up is coming soon for me. I haven't been playing field soccer for ages. I now have to really work on my fitness. Well thats about all for now, heard that the guys will be having a gethering tommorow at wee teck's house. Can't wait to crash in with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;And oh btw, this song is hamster dance and it rocks. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-3718550263984244494?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3718550263984244494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=3718550263984244494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3718550263984244494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3718550263984244494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-earth-hour-and-my-mother-is-using.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-8594247441534635550</id><published>2009-03-27T02:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:51:48.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;I've decided to start blogging again. I know this is the probably the 10th time i've said this, but yeah, i'm saying it again. This time round, i'll try to keep it going for as long as possible. I know also that due to my inactivity at this blog, i've lost a handful of my usual active blog readers. But who cares, i'll just blog for the sake of keeping this site alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The month of March is coming to an end. In a few days time, it'll be the beginning of the 4th month of the year 2009. Like every other year, i'll occasionally take a trip down memory lane and think back at what i've been doing so far this year. Somehow or rather, this year the feeling seems so different. Everything looks colourless and there is no air of excitement or whatsoever like i do get each and every 18years that has passed. I've been wondering why is it like this, is it due to the changing me, or issit due to something else? Till now, i still can't find an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The year 2008 was the worse ever year for me. Its a year where i have to deal with losses. Its the year where i had countless number of sleepless nights and its also the year where i've cried out probably more than a few litres of tears. When the year 2009 began, i made a resolution to myself that i would breakthrough from the year 2008 and start afresh once again. But that never really happened. Somehow or rather, i brought along the agony, the saddening thoughts and the miserable emotions from the year 2008 into this brand new year. Then again, the darkest hour of the year 2008 came in the final third of the year. Thus it is not surprising the post troubles and problems are being dragged into the next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Life just feels so different since the year 2008. Everything seems to have changed so fast, that it pushed me down on my backside. I took quite some time to get up on my feet again, but after that, everything around me seems to have changed. Something is missing in my life and i'm not sure what that is. Life sure is full of challenges. But sometimes you get over those challenges, only to find yourself facing a much greater challenge. And God knows what comes next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-8594247441534635550?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8594247441534635550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=8594247441534635550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8594247441534635550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8594247441534635550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-decided-to-start-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-971484610805245970</id><published>2009-03-10T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:50:14.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hanyalah cintaNya&lt;br /&gt;yang amat ku harapkan&lt;br /&gt;tiada lain yang jadi rayuan&lt;br /&gt;namun Dia Maha Mengerti&lt;br /&gt;tak mampu insan bersendiri&lt;br /&gt;menempuh dugaan yang menguji&lt;br /&gt;betapa sucinya kasihMu Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;betapa agungnya kebesaranMu&lt;br /&gt;diri ini mengharapkan cintaMu&lt;br /&gt;kekalkanlah rasa kehambaan ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-971484610805245970?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/971484610805245970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=971484610805245970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/971484610805245970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/971484610805245970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/everybody-around-me-seems-to-be-moving.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-8113967916608965807</id><published>2009-03-02T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:22:32.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again today i let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to contain my emotions and began ranting about things that would make others listening it feel uncomfartable. I'm terribly sorry to that person. I didn't mean to rant at all that, i just wanted to have a good talk with each other. But somehow my emotions get in the way, and i'm fully to be blamed for that. I'm really sorry, i promise i will try my best to not let it happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i still have a place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-8113967916608965807?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8113967916608965807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=8113967916608965807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8113967916608965807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8113967916608965807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/again-today-i-let-myself-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-2185877579175617364</id><published>2009-03-02T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:49:40.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Well, for some reason i decided to try and revive my already dead blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Honestly, i had forgotten how to blog. I had forgotten about the style of writing i use to blog, and all that. So i guess its never too late to start a new? Life has never been so mundane. But atleast there are still things around which never fails to lift up your heart and soul. Life is indeed difficult at times, but i believe hardships won't last forever. And there must be a good reason behind everything. I must be strong, for a future holds ahead of me. And its up to me to fight and breakthrough from this void, to be able to touch that future with my own two hands. I need strength and i'm thankful to God for everything that He has done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-2185877579175617364?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2185877579175617364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=2185877579175617364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/2185877579175617364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/2185877579175617364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-for-some-reason-i-decided-to-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-7055957453717276996</id><published>2009-02-19T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T04:19:02.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuhan, hadiahkanlah, kasihMu kepadaku.&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan, kurniakanlah, rinduku kepadMu.&lt;br /&gt;Morga aku tahu, syukurku adalah milikMu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-7055957453717276996?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7055957453717276996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=7055957453717276996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/7055957453717276996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/7055957453717276996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuhan-hadiahkanlah-kasihmu-kepadaku.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-8079099731473119996</id><published>2009-02-01T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:45:50.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I had told myself and was determined to let things go. But everytime i try to do so, i get stuck between the thoughts of 'is this the right thing to do?' and 'am i running away from my responsibilities?' Damnit la. I just cannot even get a simple task done, let alone handle more bigger and challenging problems in my life. Its nowonder why i'm such a pathetic plight, where i keep imagining that help will come when it won't. I need to help myself but i just can't to do so. I don't know just what is wrong with me. And things seem to be getting worse. With people coming back just to make me fall again. And school which is getting *insert word here* as the days goes by. I no longer know what word to use to best describe my life now. But i'll be fine, so long as i still have God above anything else. I might need to mia, so here's an early good luck wish just in case : All the best to everyone for the exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;despite how hard i tried, it still comes to this in the end.&lt;br /&gt;justtellme howcanibearwiththepain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-8079099731473119996?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8079099731473119996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=8079099731473119996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8079099731473119996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8079099731473119996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-told-myself-and-was-determined-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-1324430377035708076</id><published>2009-01-27T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:31:54.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moving On.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Well, to hell with the motivation to blog which i've been searching high and low for. I think i'm starting to move on starting from today. I've managed to pick up the shattered pieces in my life but i just can't seem to join them into one piece again. Thus i've decided to leave it all behind and move on. And sometimes time is unable to heal wounds. Maybe it can, but then again only time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Thus i hope this post marks the beginning of a fresh new start, a rekindled hope. CNY has been great. Overnight at my grandma and auntie's place was fun as usual. Played Nintendo Wii with my siblings and cousins for hours. Then everybody began to tuck in at around 2 plus. I just couldn't sleep somehow, so i spent the entire night hogging on my brother's PSP. Oh my gawd, played final fantasy dissidia and managed to master 3 characters. My hand felt damn numb and tired after the long hours of intense pushing of buttons. So went back home today and i'm super tired and sleepy. Guess i shall turn in soon, but my brother is blasting his avenged sevenfold music in my room. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;So the 2 days of holiday has been fun. Athought it was initially meant for catching up with my sleep, it somehow went the opposite direction. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've moved on, will everybody please give me another chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-1324430377035708076?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1324430377035708076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=1324430377035708076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/1324430377035708076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/1324430377035708076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-4776967438506327536</id><published>2009-01-25T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:21:48.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOG'S DEAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to find the motivation to blog again, i'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But do check out my wonderful friends' blogs under my links sections.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-4776967438506327536?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4776967438506327536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=4776967438506327536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/4776967438506327536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/4776967438506327536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogs-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-8569349773110430659</id><published>2009-01-16T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:47:59.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for the rather long period of inactivity here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to deal with losses for quite some time now. And dealing with them is never easy. Sometimes no matter how hard you try to protect something which means alot to you, eventually you might lose them somehow. I think i've lost quite a lot to date, that i no longer have any idea just what do i have in the first place. Often i ponder on why this is happening to me. There must be a valid and relative reason to it hidden somewhere. It is only recently when i finally came to know of the answer to that question. I don't know what words to use to describe the nature of the reason, but somewhere along the lines of harsh and unfair could be relevant enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship. I just hope that everybody in this world would not take this big word so lightly. All the talk about friendship being the strongest and unsinkable ship is so much full of consipiracies. &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;No offence, but many people often take their relationship with their friends so lightly. I do not wish to categorise myself as not one of those people but i've been trying ever so hard to make my friends happy, change to their demands, neet their expectations and be there for them during both happy and sorowful periods. Yet i just do not understand why those people who took it so lightly are able to maintain their relationships with friends for a long time. But despite all of my efforts and sacrifices, i just ended up losing it in the end. Did my ignorance and being over obsessed with the term friendship made me do something harsh and wrong which i am not aware of? Often i ponder on why did i even bother to put in so much effort on something when that something turn out to not appreciate it and even despise you for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to say that i have been over dependant on my friends, but having lose some of them gives me an unexplainable uncomfortable feeling and kills my sleep for days. And having to lose a handful of them at the same time is just too much for my flawed self to take in. No, i'm not being paranoid here. Ironically, the worse part of this whole equation is on the fact which i still have friends. Having all that happening to me, i just cannot help to kill myself with the question on what should i do now? Should i try and be a good friend again and do all those things which i have been doing and in turn led to my friends leaving me, or should i do nothing and take their presence lightly? I think i can no longer tell on what is the right or wrong thing to do among friends anymore. Of course, i still am clear of my responsibilities, but beyond that, i just no longer have any idea. I admit this thing has been bothering me so much that i'm losing focus in many other things such as school. I don't wish to talk about school anyway. And now i am afraid to let anyone in and make new friends. I know i sound like an immature fellow who just can't accept the reality and move on with life. But i am the type where whenever something goes wrong, i make sure i know the reason to it and make sure i correct it first and foremost. I do not want those same old mistakes to happen again. That is my nature. And today i found out the major disadvantage in having that kind of nature. That is when i can't find the reason or can't correct it, i get stuck and never move on. Exactly how i am now. I need guidance and a whole lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my problem is that i have always tried to be the best i can be. I've always tried to be the best friend i could be, the best brother i could be, the best student i could be, the best son i could be. I am not sure if that is the wrong mindset or not, but maybe that is my problem. I've tried so much to be within touching distance of perfect when i know that isn't just possible. I've tried so much to go beyond what i can achieve and give others to try and satisfy my weird lust and also show to them that i am a good person. But i think i pretty much overworked myself to the point that when all those things which i have sacrificed alot for and put in so much effort for flew away from my life, the feeling is just so numb that it freezes my every action, thoughts and direction. Today i no longer have any idea on what to do. Should i change? Or should i stick to my policies, nature and attitude. If a change is needed, there is alot to be done. And i doubt it will be easy for me. But hey, it already isn't any easy for me right now anyway. Once again, i need guidance and a whole lot of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what kind of person i am. I understand that different people have different perspective and opinions of me. But i've been pressurizing myself foolishly on trying to crack the code on how some of them look at me as. I've been trying so hard trying to put myself in their shoes and judge myself from their own point of view. Its stupid i know. And it backfired on me like nobody's business. As the more i tried to do that, the more they will feel uncomfartable and that it will inturn affect the relationship. My heart cries out badly everytime i ponder on the possibilities of having some of my friends see me as a bad person. I know its normal for that. Some people hate you while some don't. But i just don't know the problem with me. I just cannot accept the fact that there are some people which dislikes me. Maybe its because i love every single one of my friends too much that i expect them to have the same feelings towards me as well. Or maybe its just me trying to be perfect again. I just don't know. Again, i need guidance and a whole lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused, shattered and am slowly picking up the pieces. I need help but i am afraid to seek it. I am flawed but i don't know what is wrong with me occasionally. I think i need to change but i am not entirely sure on what is there that needs to be changed. I am not weak, although given the fact that i cry often. I can pick myself up on my own. But its just that i keep getting stuck everytime i try to do so. God please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-8569349773110430659?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8569349773110430659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=8569349773110430659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8569349773110430659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8569349773110430659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sorry-for-rather-long-period-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-6784777202920863726</id><published>2009-01-10T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:13:12.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The wheel of events has turned yet again. This kind of tragedy which happened in the past. It’s like a video tape played all over again. The same thing again and again. The killings, the sufferings, the injustice and the lies being told. Yet the world never lift a finger to make things right. My prayers to the Palestinians. May Allah s.w.t be with you and protect you from this despicable evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Allahumma ansuril Islam wal muslimin,allahumma&lt;br /&gt;ansurilikhwananal muslimin, fi falastin, fi khususan gazzah,&lt;br /&gt;fi kulli makani wafi kulli zaman”&lt;br /&gt;- Amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-6784777202920863726?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/6784777202920863726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=6784777202920863726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/6784777202920863726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/6784777202920863726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2009/01/wheel-of-events-has-turned-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-5485829863548128094</id><published>2008-12-19T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:06:41.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fields Of Hope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-5485829863548128094?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5485829863548128094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=5485829863548128094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/5485829863548128094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/5485829863548128094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/fields-of-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-2930564996980051033</id><published>2008-12-10T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:04:20.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And finally, a new blogskin. The song may seem rather weird most of you. But i am currently in love with this song. And the lyrics are fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;ENGLISH TRANSLATED:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Shaded by the trees, calling out to the wind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying face-down crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I saw a version of myself I didn't even recognize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;On this guitar I'm playing the melody of someone who's passed on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;A star falls in the grief of someone who'll never be seen again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Please don't go, no matter how much you scream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;all it will do is quietly stir these orange petals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Saved on my soft brow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I send the memories in my palm far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;An eternal farewell as I keep strumming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The heart of a child clinging to a gentle hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The blazing wheels cast it off and continue on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;On this guitar I'm playing the grief of someone who's passed on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The strings in my heart being plucked at violently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;In the pure white unstained by sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;the orange petals stirred in a summer shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Even if my soft brow is lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I'll cross over the far off, red-stained sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The rhythm of farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Branded into my memories, on the ever-turning earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;there is something sprouting in remembrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sending off the dawn's carriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Those orange petals are stirring somewhere even now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The peaceful daybreak I once saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Until it is placed in my hands once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;please don't let the light go out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The wheels are turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-2930564996980051033?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2930564996980051033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=2930564996980051033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/2930564996980051033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/2930564996980051033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-finally-new-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-4803340214185095796</id><published>2008-12-09T04:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:03:19.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;I feel like changing blog skin, but i am lazy to find one. And i also feel heavy hearted to part with my bear sleeping above.(lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Today was rather fun. Had a wonderful time with&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; nafees&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;wee teck.&lt;/span&gt; Was supposed to meet them at around 9 plus. Initially &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;wee teck&lt;/span&gt; made it sound like as though we are meeting at his house. But at around 9.10, he called me and i then realised that the meeting place was actually in school. Luckily i haven't left home and head to his house. =.= Anyway, like i was saying, was supposed to meet at around 9 plus. But my head felt rather heavy today when i woke up, so i took an extra little nap. Having realise that i was late, i took a record breaking 'power shower' and ngelected breakfast while rushing off to school. And what the heck, i realised i forgot to bring my calculator along when i'm in the bus, halfway through the journey. So there goes me, heading back towards the opposite direction and rushing back to school, again. Reached school at around 10.30am. Woooh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Stuided with the two peeps and played around in the school. PEDRIVE was alright, although i know i had done a laughable mistake in one of the questions. After PEDRIVE, went to meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;nafees&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;wee teck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. And we just played around and slack in the school concourse. Headed home and realise that i am actually sick. Blah, that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-4803340214185095796?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4803340214185095796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=4803340214185095796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/4803340214185095796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/4803340214185095796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-like-changing-blog-skin-but-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-2335702239659155012</id><published>2008-12-05T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:36:26.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yesterday was fun. Finally, at long last i had register for BTT and open up an account. Yes, i'm slow. Blame fate for my arrival in this world being pushed towards the end of the year. And blame fate for blatantly changing the regulations for opening of account this landmark year(18 years). But whatever with all that. All that matters is that i am straight on and running now. But still waiting for aisa to come back from Doha so that we could all book the test date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Moving on, went to eat at Food Culture after prayers yesterday with &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;nafees,aisa,zul,iskandar&lt;/span&gt; and another &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;zul.&lt;/span&gt; lol. &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;PY&lt;/span&gt; joined us soon afterwards. Then me,&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;PY&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;nafees&lt;/span&gt; set off to CDC driving centre to register. The queue was unexpectedly long, but somehow or rather, the waiting time too was very much unexpectedly short. Thanks to the people there who went MIA for some reason and had their queue no. skipped. So after registration, we bus-ed to White Sands shopping mall. Hang around there for awhile, and bought some foods to eat. Then bus-ed back home. Had a great time with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;At night, had a 3 hour long DotA owning session with &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;muhd&lt;/span&gt;. Owning session does not neccesarily means us owning non-stop. We had our butts kicked around as well in some games. But overall, it was great fun, watching people scolding each other and making fun of one another. lol, i sound like a sadist. Haha. Anyway, Garena proves to be a much worthy hunting ground as compared to the noob infected Zion. Thats about now, all the best to everyone for the upcoming term tests. Wooooh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sidenote : Norton sucks. Thanks for screwing my laptob up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-2335702239659155012?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2335702239659155012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=2335702239659155012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/2335702239659155012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/2335702239659155012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-3163447402585411494</id><published>2008-12-03T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:14:30.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Its kind of funny how distractions normally are at its best, when you desperately need them to dissapear. Just merely days now from the coming term tests, and boy isn't the distractions so huge that it makes the term test look even smaller than how Singapore appears on the world globe. On one hand where people around me are making life not only difficult for themselves, but for others as well. And on the other, tempting offers of interests pollutes the mind as effectively as how a helium gas would make a balloon fly. And sometimes, flying isn't quite a good thing after all. As when my mind flies away, not even the world's best F-16 intercept fighter planes could take it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh how i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; i would have a recycle bin function, where i could easily and permenantly discard all the unwanted thoughts and distractions in my head. But yeah, the world is filled with unmarked questions of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HOW's&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IF's.&lt;/span&gt; Truth is, all those question are simply more of a dream, best viewed in the extraordinary theatres in our sleep. Reality speaking, what we see is what we get. We must be content with them for anything else that we all wish for, can only be felt and viewed in the cinemas. And you know what cinemas i'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-3163447402585411494?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3163447402585411494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=3163447402585411494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3163447402585411494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3163447402585411494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/12/distractions.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-3210214811498125145</id><published>2008-11-30T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T05:22:04.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Today i realised that i could prevent my eyes from tearing up. But somehow or rather, i could not seem to stop my heart from crying out. Hah, sounds dramatic, i know. And no, its not a love issue. The matters of the heart are often misunderstood to be love among BGR. But it isn't true. Just what am i trying to say? I myself have no idea. lol. I'm just troubled with something related to the heart, literally. And yes, i've tried to let it go. But i figured out that there are somethings that i just can't let go. Reason is because it isn't my responsibility and i have no right to do so. Its okay if you all have no idea just what i am talking about. Be sure to read aloud for your understanding. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And so today wasn't a great day. Somehow i found my motivation taking a massive step backwards. Confidence isn't affected, thankfully. But i don't have one thing that i know i will need badly; Focus. I'm losing it, all the focus i've managed to conjure till today. Distracted thoughts play around like nobody's business. I just wish they could all see that my mind isn't a playground to begin with. But whatever it is, i just need to find that focus urgently now. I will need it to give myself the push for the final touches on projects as well as term tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-3210214811498125145?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3210214811498125145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=3210214811498125145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3210214811498125145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3210214811498125145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-realised-that-i-could-prevent.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-1143148121712478911</id><published>2008-11-27T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:42:17.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singaporeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Singaporeans sure are one of a kind. Foreigners sees them as werid and unpredictable and who could blame them. At one time, they would look determined to achieve something, at the other they would be goofing around and reflecting a happy go lucky life. I've always love to try and click with foreign friends of mine in school or anywhere else. It is always interesting to hear what they have to say about us, singaporeans. One of them recently told me this :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "They look so fast like they got no brake."&lt;/span&gt; What my dear friend is trying to say is that we singaporeans lead a fast paced life and dosen't seem to have any time for our ownselves. A couple of years back, another foreign friend of mine told me that singaporeans look as if they are content with anything they have and dosen't put in much effort to improvise. Interesting two different perceptions of us. I feel that it just sums up how unpredictable we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Another thing is that we singaporeans find it difficult to tolerate criticism. Often when foreigners are being criticized, they look at themselves and explore the reason why people are criticizing them. But if singaporeans were to be criticized, Singaporeans would get into defensive mode and say things like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "So you think you can do a better job?"&lt;/span&gt; And when criticized by foreigners, they go&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "So you think your country is better? Get out of Singapore if you don't like it!" &lt;/span&gt;Ridiculous i should say. But still, its all part of us and i'm sure we came across it before. I feel that the reason most of us are not progressing as well as those foreigners are is because of this. We spend far more time trying to complain and make others look bad. When all the while, we should had used the time to try and improve ourselves instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Perceptions is another thing. Its funny how we singaporeans think at times. I remember a time when i was out with a group of my friends and one guy dropped a 20 cent coin. The rest of us were trying to help him find the coin but he said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Nvm, its okay, its only 20 cents." &lt;/span&gt;And i've came across many singaporeans saying things like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Aiya, only 10 cent what" &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Its just 40 cents!"&lt;/span&gt; But recently, during the hike in food prices. People start complaining when the prices went up by a mere 10 cents or 20 cents. Its really funny when you think of us complaining about the increase of prices by 20cents when we don't value the 20 cent coin that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Times have changed. In the past, most Singaporeans' ancestors make a living through labor work, they don't care about politics as long as standard of living improve. Now, Singaporeans are more educated and are seeking all sorts of things such as democracy, freedom of speech, room for individual choices and etc etc. But then, before demanding all those, we should take a look at ourselves in the mirror first.  We should be able to take criticisms more positively first and improve our attitude. We keep complaining here and there about the foreigners taking over our place in the working industry as well as in school. But what we don't realise is that we are the ones who have been gifting them our positions and places in our own homeland with open arms. Thus before we open our mouth and shoot about other countries, i hope we could do a thing about our ownselves first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Lastly, this post might sound hurtful and offensive to some people. But i mean no offence, and i'm reffering to singaporeans and foreigners as a whole, not targetting a certain individual or group. As a singaporean myself, i have to say that the problem in our country regarding us losing our places to foreigners is growing ever so quickly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just don't understand why we keep complaining to the government for letting them in, instead of finding ways to improve ourselves so that we could protect our places and positions. &lt;/span&gt;So yeah, singaporeans, do think about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-1143148121712478911?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1143148121712478911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=1143148121712478911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/1143148121712478911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/1143148121712478911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/singaporeans.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-3697758469655010782</id><published>2008-11-26T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:21:38.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I'm breaking the silence here, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Physically, i have not recovered fully. But mentally, i think, i'm fit as hell. Haha. I'm learning to let go of stuffs which is preventing me from progressing with my life. I believe every single setbacks in life given by God is not to tie us down, but to make us progress in life with greater awareness or a renewed purpose. But me letting go, dosen't mean there's no turning back. I'm letting go of everyhting harming me at the moment while ensuring every single one of them has a place to be welcomed back in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sometimes i wonder what is right and what is wrong. Am i doing the right thing? Is this right to do? I often get my mind all mixed up with such fazed thoughts. And believe me, this mixture of unchained thoughts in my mind isn't as nice as how rojak would taste. Then i came to realise an important role friends play in our life. And that will be giving us a sense of direction when our mind can't make one. Although our mind is the ultimate hub of knowledge related to ourselves, it often gets mixed up at times and confusion will arise. Friends are there to guide us out from this inevitable catastrophe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;School has been alright. I will need to rush all my projects this week so as i could use next week as a time for a much needed term test preparation. Public speaking special occasion speech is also next week and i have to prepare a 300-400 world long draft with respect to a 3min long formal speech. I will need my mind to be at the best capacity for atleast this two coming weeks. And i also need to use my time well, and not wasting it away in emoing and thinking about things which are no longer there. So i'm gonna try and push myself and let everything else go. I'm sorry if there would be any harm caused to anybody due to this. I hope everyone can see that i don't and never mean to hurt anybody. Till then, goodbye and take care all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-3697758469655010782?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3697758469655010782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=3697758469655010782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3697758469655010782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/3697758469655010782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-breaking-silence-here-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-7816897164091037331</id><published>2008-11-22T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T02:36:59.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am putting my blog on hold for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;As i have some important matters to handle.&lt;br /&gt;Where Saturday normally rocks,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went towards the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up bruises, cuts and a couple of injuries after soccer.&lt;br /&gt;And its making me think not twice but thrice about joining my friend's soccer team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, i am hurt too.&lt;br /&gt;As i still am trying to figure out why things are being taken away from me time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i need to do some soul searching.&lt;br /&gt;So as i could recover in time before the term tests.&lt;br /&gt;Well, both physically and mentally that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you said it was the best day of your life 5 days ago. and now i'm living the worst of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-7816897164091037331?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7816897164091037331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=7816897164091037331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/7816897164091037331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/7816897164091037331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-putting-my-blog-on-hold-for-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-5627531327953264411</id><published>2008-11-20T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:34:09.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Haven't been updating simply because i'm lazy. Haha. OK, been somewhat busy as well. But i'm glad three stuffs have been cleared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;1) NETFUND project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2) CKTCS and PEDRIVE quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;3) Public Speaking Impromptu speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I've managed to scrap through my part for the NETFUND project. And now its time for my other team members to suffer while i relax one corner. Wakakaka(Evil laugh). Haha ok la, kidding. But i'm just glad my part is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;CKTCS and PEDRIVE isn't so bad. But i didn't expect the PEDRIVE quiz to test on the theory part. So i'm not that confident on the first question which tested on theory. But besides that, overall i think i can make it through. &lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;ublic speaking impromptu speech was great. Was initially very tense and nervous. But after delivering my 2mins speech, i felt like wanting to have a go again. My topic was 'What do i do when i feel sad?' So i crapped about things such as 'everything happens for a reason' and 'always look on the bright side of life' Haha. But it was really fun, and 2mins seems super short while i'm out there, delivering my speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I've been spending weeks trying to fine tune my Rainbow Dark Dragon deck, till a point where i don't think i can change anything already. Well, i still can, but i will need to spend some money on the cards. And i am putting a halt to spending on cards, atleast for the moment. So i'm going to test out my this new deck tommorow during soccer. Hopefully, it will work out great for all the weeks of hardwork. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-5627531327953264411?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5627531327953264411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=5627531327953264411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/5627531327953264411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/5627531327953264411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/havent-been-updating-simply-because-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-4780779912886232131</id><published>2008-11-18T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:04:13.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SSLI6FJ4AzI/AAAAAAAAAm0/JaRcp0bHg5M/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SSLI6FJ4AzI/AAAAAAAAAm0/JaRcp0bHg5M/s320/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269995414118466354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;harith spidey! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Although it seems kind of stupid to be wishing myself, but since its only once in 365 days, who cares? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; Thanks to all who wished me through any form of available communication network. Be it SMS, call, in person, Friendster or in my blog itself. Really really appreiate it lot. Thanks to all who didn't wish me as well. As i grow a year older this very day, i would like to take the opportunity and express my warmest aprreciation to all my friends and family for everyhting that they had done for me. I love you all, each and every one of you. Lastly, special thanks to my&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; mum, dad, brother, sister &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; fifi &lt;/span&gt;for making my birthday a memorable one. I had a super duper awesome day today, thanks to you all. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-4780779912886232131?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4780779912886232131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=4780779912886232131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/4780779912886232131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/4780779912886232131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-harith-spidey-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SSLI6FJ4AzI/AAAAAAAAAm0/JaRcp0bHg5M/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792606393168581498.post-2146270012270791416</id><published>2008-11-16T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T05:11:59.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time : 8.50pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Status: Big big headache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparation for 2 quizzes tommrow : 0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NETFUND proj completion : 15%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORGCOM proj completion : 80%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Wooh. I am so dead. Only a matter hours till school and i have not even opened up my CKTCS and PEDRIVE books. All the best spidey, for the quizzes tommorow. May you succeed in performing one of those infamous great escape like you did before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Basically i've spent my day rotting and doing my orgcom project. Omg, so irritating can? I kind of underestimated the amount of headache writing a memo can give me. And now i'm having a really bad headache thanks to that. But luckily, its like over at last. I just now felt like tossing my printer out of joy after it printed out the memo which i spent hours doing. But i had to contain myself as i knew that i would receive a worse headache for hearing my parents nag at me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Yesterday had a great time with&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; fifi.&lt;/span&gt; Went to Dover and IMM to look for jobs. But we can't even find one. Blah, its more harder than i had ever imagined. But anyway, i had fun doing stupid things with her. Like playing around with some of the shops' motion bell sensor in IMM. Haha, she made us look like small kids. Had ice cream and i felt sick soon afterwards. Dots. Basically just walk around and talk crap. She's a good listener, how i enjoy sharing stuffs with her. So yeah, time flies and we flew home, literally. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;School tommorow and i'm still thinking of how am i going to survive it. All the best for all taking their quizzes this week. May the force be with you all, especially those in the same situation as me. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-2146270012270791416?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2146270012270791416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=2146270012270791416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/2146270012270791416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/2146270012270791416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-650135780427263411</id><published>2008-11-13T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:20:47.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;In a blink of an eye, its Friday! Time seems to travel faster than a rocket thesedays. Moday's ORGCOM lesson felt like it was just yesterday. And reality says its already coming to the end of the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;School yesterday was alright. MTNPROJ class was okay. Had our group presentation and i think we did okay. But&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; lisa&lt;/span&gt; kept on gigling for some reason while she was presenting her part. Haha. Had lab assignment and i anyhow do that candy bowl. After class, went off to ITAS school and met &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;vitesh,kelvin &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;prabu.&lt;/span&gt; Played yugioh with them. Tested out my new dark deck and it performed better than i expected. They had to go off an hour later so i called &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;nafees &lt;/span&gt;up and met him in free access lab. Played around there to kill time. And off for another lecture and lab. CKTCS lab finished quite early. And i met&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; faiqah&lt;/span&gt; in tampines interchange. Had bubble tea together with her and went home. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Later i'm going back to school to patronize &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;eisya's&lt;/span&gt; stall during CCN day. She said got games for me to play also. So we'll see what games she and her classmates had prepared for the school. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Every day without fail, i have to watch this video not once, not twice but atleast thrice. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Samir Nasri &lt;/span&gt;is like my idol. I've been a huge fan of him even before he joined Arsenal FC. The day he joined Arsenal was like one of my dreams came true. So yeah, he's one of my favourite player now in the team, only second to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Fabregas.&lt;/span&gt; And i'm trying to emulate his style of play in the court and field.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Prabu&lt;/span&gt; says i do have some flashes of him when i played last saturday. So hopefully, i can be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;samir nasri &lt;/span&gt;of TP one day. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OiMko1r9uLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OiMko1r9uLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-650135780427263411?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/650135780427263411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=650135780427263411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/650135780427263411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/650135780427263411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-blink-of-eye-its-friday-time-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-5354614766972036728</id><published>2008-11-11T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:05:02.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Its 2.50pm now. And at this time i should be in my public class with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;nam peng, teck choon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;nazmi&lt;/span&gt;. At this time i should be chatting with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;teck choon&lt;/span&gt; about Arsenal's youngsters astonishing victory over Wigan yesterday night. But instead, here i am at home writing out this post. Why is that so? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Harith&lt;/span&gt; has learnt to skip class? We are not talking about lectures here. I've missed NETFUND lab, a CKTCS lecture and my public speaking tutorial. So what is the main reason behind me missing out all these classes? I'm not sick, i'm perfectly healthy and fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Truth is something happened just now at home. An accident. And it happened just as i was about to leave my house for school. Don't bother asking me what the accident is as i shalln't and don't want to mention anything about it. But thankfully, everything is alright now and nobody got hurt. Well, physically. Emotionally, i am abit hurt as i was supposed to go school today and survey on temporary jobs from my classmates with purpose in helping a friend of mine get one. I can't help but feel bad as i've kind of let him/her down. But hey, accidents do happen. And life is like a box of chocolates after all. Only that its not all the time the chocolates are sweet and delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-5354614766972036728?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5354614766972036728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=5354614766972036728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/5354614766972036728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/5354614766972036728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-5823494338104916515</id><published>2008-11-10T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:42:37.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SRgsNHcBv4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/uCe2S8u23Uw/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SRgsNHcBv4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/uCe2S8u23Uw/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267008368056319874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Sch today was rather fun. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Feroz&lt;/span&gt; didn't turn up as he overslept. lol. PEDRIVE had to do this lab and its quite interesting. I finally understood the theory part on how to increase motor speed after attempting the lab experiment just now. Woooh. Then finished early so had breakfeast cum early lunch with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;khalisah&lt;/span&gt;. During lunch time, followed &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;nafees&lt;/span&gt; to do his MTNPROJ lab assignment. And it took him like only 5mins? lol. So we went down to breadboard and he had his lunch. Met &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;wee teck &lt;/span&gt;soon afterwards and its his turn now to want to do is lab assignment. So we followed him and when we reached there, the bodo forgot to bring his worksheet. So we just played around in the lab and at 2pm, i went for lecture while they went home. ORGCOM class was fun. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ms Dacota&lt;/span&gt; lighted up the gloomy atmosphere in class with her jokes and stories. So yeah, school was great today. Its like the first time i kind of enjoyed classes without&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; feroz &lt;/span&gt;by my side. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-5823494338104916515?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5823494338104916515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=5823494338104916515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/5823494338104916515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/5823494338104916515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/sch-today-was-rather-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SRgsNHcBv4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/uCe2S8u23Uw/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792606393168581498.post-503711174621995800</id><published>2008-11-09T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T05:19:12.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Today is an unbelievably boring day. So i guess i shall post about yesterday instead. Morning had soccer with the usual kakis. Rare turn up from &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;PY &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hazuan. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;part from that, the rest are all the same usual lovely people. A group of NS guys came by and we had a couple of match up against them. We didn't do that badly, keep losing by a margin. But it was fun. Although we were kind of pushed around a little here and there due to them overpowering us in terms of physical strength. But still, it was a great learning experience for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Played plenty of yugioh as well yesterday. Tested out my new harpiesynchro deck and it did okay. Played a lame 5 way match where&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; kelvin &lt;/span&gt;emergered victorious. I came in 2nd i think. But i still am having problems facing off with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;prabu's&lt;/span&gt; monarch deck. Argh. Not to worry, my dark deck is nearly completed. Hopefully this thursday, i would be able to defeat &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;prabu's&lt;/span&gt; deck much more easily. Haha, can't wait. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-503711174621995800?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/503711174621995800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=503711174621995800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/503711174621995800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/503711174621995800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-unbelievably-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-405955827961613883</id><published>2008-11-08T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:03:09.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ARSENAL 2 MAN UTD 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Just watched a scintillating and exhilarating 90mins of intense football. It was a superb match, a showpiece to concrete the fact that the EPL is the best in the world. Anyway, Man Utd played well. But Arsenal were superb. I'm not being bias here. I'm trying to remain as neutral as possible while writing this. But still, i can't hide my joy after how we proved the critics wrong yet again. And this shall be the cornerstone of our season. Well, hopefully. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-405955827961613883?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/405955827961613883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=405955827961613883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/405955827961613883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/405955827961613883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/arsenal-2-man-utd-1-just-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-8741481998092434722</id><published>2008-11-07T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:43:44.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SRRCwv7ItiI/AAAAAAAAAds/5ffvNf2v4q4/s1600-h/StardustDragonTDGS-EN-UR-1E.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SRRCwv7ItiI/AAAAAAAAAds/5ffvNf2v4q4/s320/StardustDragonTDGS-EN-UR-1E.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265907269568607778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OMG ITS FINALLY MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Early birthday present rocks to the socks. Now i have stardust, thought ruler archfiend, red dragon archfiend and 2 gaia knights. I can finally play with synchro monsters now. And i've integrated them all into my harpie deck. Will be testing it tommorow during soccer. Hope it'll work out. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Today was awesome. Went back to school with&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; zul&lt;/span&gt;(kinda rhymed btw) after prayers to play soccer. Met &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;vitesh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;kelvin&lt;/span&gt; there and loaned a soccer ball from the school sport's hall. The ball is kind of lousy, but who cares? So we just played among ourselves. Had some passing, crossing and shooting pracitices. Then &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;zariq&lt;/span&gt; arrived followed by&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; sayyidi,sharil&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;osman&lt;/span&gt;. Went to court and played 4v4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ernie&lt;/span&gt; and his friend came in and joined us after awhile. The sun was scorching man. Under those kind of immense heat conditions, we tire out very easily and didn't play that long. Rested awhile in ITAS flavours and continued to play again. Then bus-ed home with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;zul&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;kelvin&lt;/span&gt;. Was a great day. Oh and soccer again tommorow and shit, i think i pulled abit of my hamstring just now and it still is hurting. Hope i shall recover just in time to rule the hidden court tommorow. Enjoy your weekends everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-8741481998092434722?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8741481998092434722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=8741481998092434722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8741481998092434722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8741481998092434722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-its-finally-mine-early-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SRRCwv7ItiI/AAAAAAAAAds/5ffvNf2v4q4/s72-c/StardustDragonTDGS-EN-UR-1E.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792606393168581498.post-4539834058231481144</id><published>2008-11-03T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:32:43.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;School was alright yesterday. It felt rather long as it was freezing cold, especially during ORGCOM class. The chilling conditions of the classroom not only froze me and my classmates, it kind of froze the time as well. But anyway, it still was fun yesterday. Me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;feroz&lt;/span&gt; discussed about something. *ahem* Right &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;feroz&lt;/span&gt;? Haha secret secret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, today no school and i woke up quite late. At 10+. And i heard noises outside my bedroom. My mama brought her friends back home and they were talking and talking non stop for ever so long. So i just rot in my bedroom, waiting for them to leave. Omg wait, i sound abit evil and mean here. Well, what i meant was that i didn't want to go out of my bedroom as i haven't bathe and my hair looks like crap. haha. So i waited for my mama's friends to leave then i shall get out of my prison-like stuffy bedroom. lol yes, i'm exaggerating. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;And i'ts ever so boring at home. Episode 8 of Heroes season 3 isn't out yet. I'm just waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;fifi's&lt;/span&gt; call as i shall be meeting her up awhile later on when she finished school. Besides that, i'm just rotting, listening to the same old songs over and over again, and disturbing &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;wee teck&lt;/span&gt; on MSN. haha. Guess i shall end here as i am craving the paddle pop ice creams in my fridge. haha! Goodbye. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-4539834058231481144?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4539834058231481144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=4539834058231481144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/4539834058231481144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/4539834058231481144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-was-alright-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-886949242911261280</id><published>2008-11-02T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:38:51.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things happen in football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Soccer makes you happy most of the time. But at times, it could be rather heart wrenching. Yesterday was a perfect example. It was raining early in the morning. Constant light drizzle outstretched all the way from 8am to 9plus. Since the weather was suited best for an activity called sleeping, only a few turned up for soccer. Luckily, 5 out of the 6 who turned up were duelists. So me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;prabu vitesh, zul, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; kelvin&lt;/span&gt; played rounds of yugioh duel while waiting for the rain to stop. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;LQ&lt;/span&gt;, the only non duelist arrived just in time when the drizzle had stopped and we were having our last game. So we played 3 rounds of 3 aside soccer. It was full of fun and laughter. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Prabu&lt;/span&gt; constantly made us laugh with his wide range of hilarous acts. Somehow yesterday, i managed to pull some of my long lost form back in my strive as i scored more goals than i thought i would. So overall, soccer yesterday wasn't really as tiring and exhausting as usual, but it sure didn't lack the fun and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Went for religious class afterwards and then off to meet my&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; mummy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;. Walked around aimlessly in tampines central and headed to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;granny's&lt;/span&gt; house. Played with my baby cousin and chatted with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;lathifah&lt;/span&gt; online on MSN. Then eat, watch tv, slack, do stupid things and went home. Swithced on my computer first thing first when i reached home. Went online and waited for 11pm. Then comes the moment i didn't anticipate. Arsenal trailed to Stoke City as early as 15mins and one by one, our players got injured. It became 2-0 in the 2nd half and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Robin Van Persie&lt;/span&gt; was sent off via a red card. Final score was 2-1 to Stoke City. And i can hardly care about the word 'defeat to a newly promoted side' written all over the scoreline. We are now without &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Adebayor, Walcott&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Van Persie&lt;/span&gt; for the curcial match against Man Utd next week. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse after Tuesday night's roller coaster ride of emotions in the match against spurs. The match yesterday certainly managed to pierce a painful sword or two into my heart and soul. Luckily &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;eisya&lt;/span&gt; was there to make me laugh or i might have smashed my monitor screen out of overflowed frustation. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-886949242911261280?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/886949242911261280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=886949242911261280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/886949242911261280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/886949242911261280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-happen-in-football.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-8803551345621506048</id><published>2008-10-31T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T05:59:22.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SQsTDFBIi6I/AAAAAAAAAdk/8-0H5DEgZDc/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SQsSrwv3fpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/YGI6uEB9Yy8/s320/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263321132541902482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SQsSreyO04I/AAAAAAAAAcs/ucR-zgSGBTc/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SQsSreyO04I/AAAAAAAAAcs/ucR-zgSGBTc/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263321127719981954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another excellent Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;After prayers, me,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;aisa,nafees,iskandar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;zul&lt;/span&gt; went back to TP to have lunch. Met&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; zariq, adi, hakim&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; hadi&lt;/span&gt; while waiting for the bus in tampines interchange. So we bus-ed together-gether back to school. haha. Reached school and we have no idea which canteen to indulge at. Suggested to them ITAS as i felt like having ice kacang. haha. So we went there and lunch-ed. Met &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Musaddiq&lt;/span&gt; and he joined us for awhile. Then &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;iskandar&lt;/span&gt; went for some academic briefing while &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;nafees,zul,aisa &lt;/span&gt;and myself went to meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;CY&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; LQ&lt;/span&gt; to help them with some stuffs. Carried some tents and pitched them up at TP's running track. Had fun pitching them up as we were playing afool and making ourselves look like primary school kids. lol. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Wee Teck&lt;/span&gt; came by not to help, but to 'supervise'. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Then at 4pm, me&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;,nafees, zul&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;aisa&lt;/span&gt; bus-ed to the driving centre in Ubi. We actually got abit lost on the way there as we were supposed to take bus no. 15 instead of 8. But its alright, we still managed to find our way out thanks to my guidance. hehe. Ok so arrived at the centre and queued up to register. And guess what? I arrived at the counter, told the pretty lady there of my particulars and eveyrthing. Then she asked for my IC and says&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'I'm sorry, your birthday have not arrived yet. You have to be 18 to be eligible to open a new account here' &lt;/span&gt;OMGG. Well, it appears that they changed the system this year to that 18-year old barrier. Before this year, the age barrier was 16 for opening of account and taking of theory tests. And yes, i am so suay. I guess i shall just wait for my birthday patiently which is about 3 weeks ahead. And my bestfriends are going to wait for me for booking of test date so we could all take together anyway. I love them lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Haha ok after that, we bus-ed all the way to Pasir Ris interchange and hang around in white sands shopping mall. Bought 4 packs of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Light Of Destruction&lt;/span&gt; booster and i didn't manage to pull any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simorgh Bird Of Ancestry&lt;/span&gt;. Blah. And there goes my $12 wasted on cards that i don't need. Well, just my luck. But anyway, had fun staggering around in the shopping mall with the bestfriends. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Fifi&lt;/span&gt; called me as soon as she heard that i am in pasir ris. She asked me to meet her near Siglap sec but it was kind of late and i need to rushed back home as my mama is already hinting to me that she needs me home soon through her sms-es. I'm sorry&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; fifi,&lt;/span&gt; this tuesday okay? I shall go anywhere you want me to. haha. Ok bus-ed home with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;nafees&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; zul&lt;/span&gt; and that about sums up my wonderful day spent with the bestfriends. Goodbye and have a wonderful weekend ahead.&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-8803551345621506048?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8803551345621506048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=8803551345621506048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8803551345621506048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8803551345621506048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-excellent-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SQsTDFBIi6I/AAAAAAAAAdk/8-0H5DEgZDc/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792606393168581498.post-1251687070940610513</id><published>2008-10-30T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T03:18:59.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SQmJ2bZMOmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_z4x0P9sEAM/s1600-h/gun__1225358048_spurs29102008_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var activeLang = "EN"  var activeCC = "4716"  var activePage = "Report" &lt;/script&gt; &lt;h1 style="text-align: center;" class="game-titleMain"&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;  var activeLang = "EN"  var activeCC = "4716"  var activePage = "Report" &lt;/script&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arsenal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" id="246351headerScore" &gt;4 - 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tottenham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Ok first of all. What was that about? Yeah yeah, it was an extraordinary game packed with goals. Spectacular goals too. But having waking up at 4am to watch the game while constantly biting my nails, i have absolutely no idea how Tottenham Hotspurs can get away with a point and unbelievably stole 2 precious points from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Football can be full of high dramas at times. That's what makes it special. That's what makes millions and millions of football fans willing to sacrifice their sleep late at night just to tune in to the live football matches being played. Myself, is one perfect example. And so i woke up at 3.50am, went online and was immediately greeted by my two friends who are &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Spurs fans&lt;/span&gt;. I shall not reveal any names. And so the two&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; spurs fans&lt;/span&gt; was going like 'Goodluck Arsenal, You are going down' and all that crap. And boy did they get a goal early on in the match out of absoultely nothing. And the two &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;spurs fans&lt;/span&gt; were teasing me in an attempt to make me lose my confidence in the team i support. But i believed in my team and we put in an outstanding performace to go from 1-0 down, to 3-1 up. The two &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;spurs fans&lt;/span&gt; had aleady quiten down at that point of time. Like as though having eggs being throwed at their faces. haha. I felt so much like teasing them back, but i remained humble and even motivated them. And what do i get in return? One unbelievably cheap goal was gifted to them. But my team managed to make it 4-2 in the end. And the match looks over. Till the 89th min, the unthinkable happened. In the dying moments of the game, another gift from the heavens was presented to them. And when the fourth and equalising goal came in, the two&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; spurs fans&lt;/span&gt; were like awaken zombies, spamming and nudging my msn. Haha. It sure was a happening night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't get me wrong, i'm not mad at all at those two&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; spurs fans&lt;/span&gt;. I know you know who you are (: Infact, i am happy for them. Soccer is a game of passion. And its wonderful to come across people with lots of passion in the sport as much as i do. But still, i cannot believe how spurs managed to perform that great escape earlier this night. I am still trying to swallow it down my throat, and after reading the New Paper sports section today, it dosen't help at all. "Lucky Gunners stunned by Spurs fightback" made the headlines in the sports section. I really felt like calling the newspaper reporter who wrote that article up and ask him if whether he did actually watch the match or not. Perhaps he was watching a different match. lol cause no offence, but this time round, the lucky ones are Spurs. Watch the repeat telecast of the match and you'll see what i mean. Anyway, kudos to spurs for that wonderful 8 goal thriller, game of football. I sure enjoyed it, and even with all the passion and stake in football, its all about enjoying it in the end. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-1251687070940610513?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1251687070940610513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=1251687070940610513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/1251687070940610513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/1251687070940610513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/10/var-activelang-en-var-activecc-4716-var.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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-8792606393168581498.post-8215647175874956112</id><published>2008-10-29T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:59:58.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; Friday&lt;/span&gt; was a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;First off, followed &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aisa, Nafees &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aisa's&lt;/span&gt; cousin named &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt; to Ubi Driving Centre. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aisa&lt;/span&gt; and his cousin wanted to apply for driving. Bus-ed to TP with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nafees &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aisa&lt;/span&gt; after prayers to meet up with&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Farah&lt;/span&gt;. Then from there, took 8 to somewhere in Bedok and changed to bus 87 all the way to Ubi. We actually stopped at one bus stop after our desired destination. So we had to walk all the way back to the driving centre. And aeroplanes were zooming above our heads. (: Haha. Ok, met &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jun Jun&lt;/span&gt; there and she passed her basic theory test. Kudos to her. Walked around, and registered. I didn't. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nafees&lt;/span&gt; actually wanted to register but the poor guy forgotten to bring his IC along of all things. lol. So &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Aisa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt; registered and we bus-ed to White Sands shopping mall to walk around and find some books to help with building knowledge on the road signs and rules. Had lots of fun with them. Oh and i bought two packs of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asther Phoenix duelist pack(A type of Yu-Gi-Oh! Trading Card game booster pack) &lt;/span&gt;and i pulled off a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Destiny Hero - Dreadmaster&lt;/span&gt; and another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clock Tower Prison&lt;/span&gt;! Woooh. Some luck indeed. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Then they went home while i bus-ed back to school for TPNI Orientation. And i met &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Hidayu&lt;/span&gt; in the bus! Omgg, i missed her alot. And so i had a good long chat with her. A pity &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Fitriyah&lt;/span&gt; wasn't with her as they both normally are always together, everywhere they go. Hah. I alighted at TP while she contiuned her journey towards her home. In TP, went to pray awhile and met up with the TPNI peeps. The orientation was a blast. Had fun games and great food. And there was this game where me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Malik, Zariq &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Zuid&lt;/span&gt; had to build a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaning Tower Of Pisa&lt;/span&gt;' out of scrap materials. Half way through our building process, a 'natural diasaster' occured where &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sayyidi&lt;/span&gt; came to our workpiece and destroyed it. From there, we actually see through another better idea of building our project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;LESSON LEARNT : Sometimes unfortunate events and failures occurs to make us realise of a different and better path towards our goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So thats about all on that Friday. This Friday going to register with Nafees for driving lesson. And hey bestfriendd, don't forget your IC this time round! Haha, take care all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Malik, Zariq and Zuid building our tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SQgtn2PB63I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GUxbdAbDFtQ/s1600-h/P1040904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SQgtn2PB63I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GUxbdAbDFtQ/s320/P1040904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262506327179127666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us with our completed tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SQgtoID8L-I/AAAAAAAAAb0/n13M4xNvgU8/s1600-h/P1040921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SQgtoID8L-I/AAAAAAAAAb0/n13M4xNvgU8/s320/P1040921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262506331964452834" border="0" /&gt;The final product&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SQgyT8nLDwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/u4plIjsfMB8/s1600-h/P1040931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SQgyT8nLDwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/u4plIjsfMB8/s320/P1040931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262511482851757826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Photos courtesy of TPNI blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-8215647175874956112?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8215647175874956112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=8215647175874956112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8215647175874956112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/8215647175874956112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-friday-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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/_z8BDPkLM0zs/SQgtn2PB63I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GUxbdAbDFtQ/s72-c/P1040904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8792606393168581498.post-1734434106531480994</id><published>2008-10-28T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T06:52:17.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Afresh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Back by popular demand. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, since alot of people are pestering me to blog again, i might as well do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;nafees&lt;/span&gt; told me my blog is the 'central' of all their blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; fifi&lt;/span&gt; said she cannot live a single day without entering my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And and and, most of all, i do miss blogging too, so here i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The reason i deleted my blog before this was because my parents told me to. It was my fault, for pouring my sadness and misery into that blog. Seeing how distracted and emotional my blog was, i was instructed to delete it. So i've learnt my lesson. I will try my best to not make my blog have an air of emo anymore. Although i do know that sometimes things get way over the top and i can't control my emotions. But i am now trying a new trick that is reverting my anger and frustation away from my blog and towards something else. What that substitute is, i have yet to find. Probably soccer? I could kick the ball as hard as i could. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ok so much for the introduction. I will update some pictures soon, so stay tuned. And people, do flood my tagboard as i miss all of your tags. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8792606393168581498-1734434106531480994?l=harithspideeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1734434106531480994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8792606393168581498&amp;postID=1734434106531480994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/1734434106531480994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8792606393168581498/posts/default/1734434106531480994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harithspideeey.blogspot.com/2008/10/starting-afresh.html' title='Starting Afresh'/><author><name>Harith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09530378983154527327</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>
